#mrfipp

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Considering the recent announcement of my part in the Starfish Dreams Asaden Zine under the name Toggle Fipp, I feel like I should maybe advertise myself a bit more.

On Archive of Our Own I am Toggle1, and for the most part I have written Chainsaw Man stories, so if you have time check it out if you can.

Some stories I am proud of are:

Shouting to the World: An Asaden story I wrote before we got too deep into the Chainsaw Man Church Arc.

Responsibilities of the Middle Spoon: Asa being the Middle Spoon in Asadenreze.

Marriage Proposal: Fami locks Denji into a contract.

Maybe In Another Life: Asaden are reincarnated in Hell.

Toggle1 Chainsaw Man Whumptober Collection: My works for Whumptober

The Corpse of Sato Hitori: A story about Power's host body.

Wishful Thinking: Makima goes through a time loop.

I also have a few non-Chainsaw Man stories.

Afterword: A follow up to CSM author Tatsuki Fujimoto's one-shot Look Back.

Little Pieces of What Was Left Behind: Gravity Rush, Raven decides to get Kat a present.

I hope someone finds something they enjoy here, and please keep an eye out on the Asaden Zine.

#mrfipp #toggle1 #fanfic #fanfiction #chainsaw man #asaden #asadenreze #look back #gravity rush

[nolivar6136]

give this story a read. its really amazing, the writer, Mrfipp, does a really good job of showing an Alt route C with 2B. lots of batshit craziness and depression in here my friends.

#Route C #2B #2B9S #A2 #AU #fanfiction #nier automata #not my fic #the author is Mrfipp #check it out #its a really good fic

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Unexpressed Words

Mrfipp: I decided to write a little something.

Marcy gets closure. Or at least tries to.

000

The last years had bee pretty great for Marcy Wu if she was being honest with herself. She had finally finished up her web comic, the final page posted online and met with much appraisal by her fans, all the words of praise and the fanart had certainly caused her heart to swell. Merchandise was certainly selling well and she was currently in talks to get physical copies of her comic printed, which would become available in the next few months. Her recent dabbling into animation led to her helping a friend with a pilot short for a show they wanted to make, and it got picked up they said there was a spot for a full time animator open for her. Between that, and ideas for a new comic shaking around in her head, she certainly had options where to take her life in the future.

She even managed to get back in touch with Anne and Sasha!

After she moved away, they stayed in contact, constant texts and video chats, her flying back over several times, but the further they got into high school, those contacts became more spaced out, until it reached a point where one day she realized that she hadn’t even talked to either of them in months. It hurt to think their relationship had drifted apart that much, but it wasn’t all bad. Despite her own fears and anxieties, she did make new friends in high school, and they liked the same books and games and anime as she did, and as much as she missed and loved Anne and Sasha, it was honestly refreshing to hang out with people who shared her interests, who would happily talk to her about the things she liked because they liked them too. Even today she’s still friends with some of the. Right now she’s the DM for an online game of Creatures and Caverns that they hold weekly.

When Sasha contacted her, asking if she wanted to get together for Anne’s twenty-third birthday, it didn’t take much for her to say yes, and when all three of them met up again, for the first time in years,she almost cried. Still, their dynamic was different, she couldn’t really describe it, but there was something different about the way they talked to one another that wasn’t the same when they were children. It wasn’t different bad, just different. It didn’t stop them from laughing and having fun and catching up, and almost feeling like it hadn’t been years since they've done this. Still, they’ve changed, they’re grown women now, so how their friendship forms will reflect that.

So when the time to go home came, she expected them to go their separate ways once more, but on that, she was wrong. They were talking more, they messaged one another and kept each other up to date on their lives and were all too happy to share; like her possibly careers paths, Sasha teaching fencing in her spare time, Anne admitting that her desire to get a doctorate is partially spite-fueled so she can rub it into the faces of the teachers who thought she would go nowhere in life.

It’s been pretty great for her.

Then the portal opened.

The original portal machine that Terri had built could only make a small rift, much to small to let anyone through, and it required an insane amount of power to do just that, only becoming usable when exposed to the power of one of the gems, which was no longer available. As far as anyone assumed, any returns trips to Amphibia were a dream at best.

But after over a decade of work, they managed to make another machine, able to create a stable portal the size of a door to allow easier travel between the worlds.

Of course, the three of them were contacted the instant they were sure it was safe.

Coming back to Amphibia was nearly overwhelming, almost like a dream, but she knew this was real, that she was actually back, and the changes were amazing. A council had taken rise, filled with amphibians from all walks of life, to allow better and more fair ruling over the land. The discovery of a new continent, one populated by reptiles had sparked the beginnings of a new industrial age, one separate from the old technology of Newtopia’s past. There were airships now! How cool was that?!

Then there had been the reunions.

Sasha and Grime had first tried to be stoic and professional, but it didn’t take long before they broke down into tears and they hugged.

There was no hesitation however when Anne met the Plantars, with everyone bawling the moment they one another another. Gosh, Anne looked so happy to see Sprig again.

It was honestly pretty funny to see Anne, the biologist, trying to figure out how a snail and a bird ended up having children.

She herself was happy to see Yunan and Olivia again, the latter having actually become of the more influential members of the council. They even adopted a couple of kids! That was great, and she was happy with them.

Still, there is one thing she had been avoiding since she came back, and with them leaving tomorrow, she knows she needs to do this now.

It’s how she finds herself here, standing in front of this massive tree, deep in a thick forest, with a simple headstone in front of her.

Andrias Leviathan, it read.

Well, she finally worked up the nerve to ask about him, but even as Olivia told her, as she guided her here, still had trouble thinking it was real, but now that she is, she doesn’t know what to think.

It’s small and simple, the morbid thought that comes to her is, it really undersold that the massive body beneath her feet was once a king who sat on the throne for one-thousand years.

“How?” she asked, her voice a bit more quite than she thought it would be.

For a moment, Olivia says nothing, maybe trying to think of the best was to answer, before finally speaking. “It was decided that as penance, he would spend his days replanting the forest he destroyed, and it was a punishment he readily accepted without any trouble. The forest you see around you were not here over a decade ago, so he did his job.”

Marcy looked around to the forest. It was an impressive sight, did he really do al this himself?

“As you recall,” Olivia continued. “That his battle with Anne left him injured and his cybernetics damaged, we offered to repair him, we knew that he had no intention of ever being a danger to anyone again, but he always refused. After four years, he one day just... stopped.”

“...oh.”

There is silence now, neither one of them saying anything. Only the wind and the animals of the woods spoke.

“Marcy,” Olivia said, after a time. “While we knew that your return was an unlikely event, before he died he asked me to give this to you, should you somehow come back.” From somewhere, Marcy didn’t know, Olivia pulled out an envelope, and with hands that suddenly felt too heavy did she take it. “I will give you some time alone now, to make whatever peace you want, but should you need me, just know I won’t be too far off.”

With that, Olivia was away, leaving Marcy alone.

She looks to the grave, and back to the envelope, thumbs tracing the edges of the message, debating what should she do with it. A part of her wants to throw it away, another wants to stick it in her bag and never think about it again. Another...

She opens it.

Dear Marcy, should this letter somehow ever make it too you.

During our time together, I lied to you, manipulated you, turned your fears and anxieties against you and your friends before nearly killing you, and serving you to the Core to be violated in both body and mind. You have every right to hate me, to look up my memory in revulsion, and to curse my very name from the deepest reaches of the earth to the expanses above the stars. You suffered greatly because of me.

Despite this, you still chose to say goodbye to me on that day, despite everything that had happened.

There was so much I wanted to say to you, but I knew that there would be nothing I could say that would right the wrongs I have committed against you. Even now, in this letter, do words fail to completely express how I feel.

Despite everything that followed, I did truly enjoy the time we spent together, you brought a happiness into my life that I had forgotten how to feel, and I wish, more than anything else in this world, that I had the strength and courage to listen to my heart instead of that parasitic amalgamation.

I know I don’t have the right to say this, but thank you Marcy, truly thank you for your kindness, and granting me the honor of being your friend, and how I truly sorry I am.

Sincerely, Andrias

PS This might now be the best time to talk about it, but during the invasion I had sent some frobots to try and collect the rest of the Cynthia Coven series, which they did manage to do so I was able to read the rest of them before my eyesight went. I only have so much paper to write on, so I’ll be brief about it, but I thinking beating the Queen of The Below with the Ring of Sealed Truths at the end was a bit contrived, but I really did enjoy how every characters’ arcs came to a close.

Marcy looked down at the letter, going over it several more times, trying to process how to feel and think about this. Until it suddenly came to her, so suddenly that she was surprised to see herself act like that.

“Really?” she said, a laugh escaping her. “Your last words, your dying words, and you spend them talking about a book?”

She kept laughing, laughing so loud because of how ridicules it was, so hard that she fell to her knees, clutching at her stomach and tears streaming down her face.

At some point, she didn’t know when, but the laughter turns into sobs as she found herself wracked with grief.

It was some time before she calmed down, composed herself enough to trust herself to say anything, before finally looking up at the grave.

“I... I want to forgive you,” she said, her voice hoarse from the laughter and crying. “But I don’t know if I... can? Should? I just, I just don’t know.” When strength finally returned to her legs, she pushed herself up and slowly made her way to the grave. “I get why you did the things you did, having that thing hover over your shoulder like that, I mean, I can relate to that to some degree.” There was a small, tired laugh. “You know, I never told you this, but there was a time where I thought you made a good father figure to me, but I-” She stops, what else could she say? “It’s not an excuse, but I get it, and I guess what I want to say is...”

What did she want to say? She didn’t know, she tried to think of it, but nothing came to. So instead, she didn’t think.

“I just wish things had been different too.”

Feeling drained, Marcy looked back down to the letter, crumpled in her clenched fist, before smoothing it out, before returning it to its envelope and placed it in her bag.

With nothing left, Marcy turned around and walked away, giving on last look over her shoulder.

“Bye,” she said, in a small voice.

#amphibia #marcy wu #andrias leviathan #lady olivia #fanfiction #fanfic

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Rayla Crosses A River

Fipp: Started watching The Dragon Prince earlier this week, and finished off the last five episodes today, so I decided to write this up real quickly.

Rayla Crosses A River

“Okay, you can do this Rayla. You are an awesome, amazing elf assassin and nothing can stop you. Something like this is not going to stop you, because you are made of tougher stuff than anything this can take on. Yes, that's it, you are Rayla, the Unstoppable!”

“Why are you talking to yourself in the third person?”

Rayla gave an agitated groan before she turned back to Callum, Zym held securely in his arms.

“I'm just trying to get myself psyched up, you know, try and get myself ready for what we're about to do.”

“Oh?” Callum said, giving a thoughtful pause. “You know, we don't actually have to do this, we can just walk along it until we find a bridge.”

“No!” she suddenly snapped. “We have faced so many dangers since the night this journey started, and there were so many times I was afraid I could die. So, after all that time, I figured it was time I did something to improve myself.”

“So that's why you've been standing here, psyching yourself up, just to cross the river?”

“Yes. To cross the… river.”

With just a small bit of dread, Rayla looked over her shoulder to the body of water behind her.

It wasn't the worst river she had ever seen, it was rather calm in how slowly the water flowed down it, but it was a bit too wide for her taste, and slightly murky. Their destination was beyond the river, but there was no bridge, or convenient rocks to jump along, it was just bare water, separating her from the opposite shore.

“If you don't mind me asking,” Callum said, stepping up to her side. “What exactly is it between you and water anyway?”

“It's nothing, it's just…” A deep sigh. Try again. “Okay, when I'm on land, I can move about freely. I can jump and climb and swish and slash all I want, and it's great! But when I'm in the water?” She gave an involuntary shiver. “It's different. It's all around me, pressing against my entire body and I can't move how I like.” She makes no mention of the sea-sickness, since she wants to retain some dignity, and talking about how her stomach turns and twists on boats until she violently expels the contents of her stomach may strike most of that away.

“Is that was it is? I thought you were just afraid the the creatures that lived in the water?”

Rayla paled. “Yeah, there's those too.” There was a nervous laugh as she turned back to Callum. “Did you know out in the ocean, there are giant fish with rows of sharp teeth, and all they do is eat? I heard about it from a sailor once, how it bit an elf in half!” She gripped her wrist in an attempt to stop it from shaking. “And it gets worst the deeper it gets you know.”

“Rayla-”

“I heard the deepest reaches of the ocean depths there are creatures I've heard called 'the gods' mistakes', that's crazy right?”

“Rayla!” Callum said, much more firmly this time around, and the hand he placed on her shoulder did a lot to calm her nerves, ceasing the shivering in her arms. “This isn't the ocean, it's a river. It doesn't look too deep, so you'll still be able to move, and there are no giant monster fish, or eldritch horrors in there. You've got me here by your side, you'll be fine, I promise.” His tone is firm, but reassuring, which is something she's more than grateful for.

“Thank you, Callum, you don't know how much that-wait, what do you mean eldritch horrors?”

“Um, well, there just um, really big fish.”

“Callum.”

“…Just really ancient, inter-dimensional creatures that live at the bottom of the deepest oceans that drive you insane just by being around them.”

Rayla wondered if she could get any paler.

“Claudia told me about them. She sounded, um, really eager to meet one one day.”

Rayla stepped away from Callum and began to walk to the river, the knowledge that something like these creatures in this world killing a part of her soul.

If she was lucky, the river would kill her so she could never risk the chance to meet such a beast.

“Okay, now we do this,” she said, more to herself than anyone else.

“Right, because you're Rayla the Unstoppable!” Callum gave a small, nervous cheer, while Zym happily chirped from his arms.

“Yes, Rayla the Unstoppable,” she said, a small boost of confidence flooding her systems. She could do this, she could do this!

The moment she stepped into the river, she began to regret every choice she had ever led her to this point, and cursed herself for never buying water-proof socks.

Still, she pressed on, with Callum just behind her, and waded through the river, the depth increasing the further she went in, forcing her to hold her arms into the air when it eventually started to lap on her hips, but thankfully it went no further than that when they crossed the halfway point.

“Hey, watch it!” Callum cried out, and with a deep panic, Rayla turned around fearing the worst, only to see Zym push himself out of Callum's arm and dive into the water, where he happily swam along, using his wings to push him further than he would otherwise. “Well, he seems to be having fun.”

“Yeah, he does.” It helped a bit, seeing the tiny baby dragon enjoy himself as he dove into the water, his lightly-colored form easy to see beneath the surface, allowing her to see him swim around her feet, taking a quick nibble of her boots. She had to resist the urge to kick him away.

“See, if an infant dragon can just jump in the water, with no fear of it, than I know you can do it too.”

“Yeah, maybe I can.” She felt better, no doubt about that, with most of the anxiety melting away with ever slow step she took. This wasn't so hard, and maybe with enough practice, she could possibly one day be a water-kind-of-person. “It's not so bad so far, I just wish Zym wouldn't bite at-” She looked over to Callum, and saw Zym floating right next to him.

Rayla looked down, and saw something dark covering her boot.

“Rayla? Are you-”

The resulting scream could be heard for miles.

000

“Okay, so maybe baby steps. We'll start with kiddie pools next time.”

“Ugh, uh-huh.”

“Not at all deep, and no fish or anything dangerous in there. It'll be safe, good practice for me.”

“Uhyeah.”

“I mean, I'm young! I have my whole life in front of me to get over my fear of water.”

“Ungh.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. You're just, uh, kinda squeezing me a bit too tight.”

“Oh, sorry.” From her place on Callum's back, Rayla loosened the deathly grip of her arms and legs around his neck and waist. Or at least tried to, she really did. “I just want to say, you know, thanks for this.”

“Well, you didn't give me much of a chance to say no when you just climbed on top of me like a tree.”

“Right, sorry.”

“It's fine, just give me warning next time.”

“Will do.”

000

Please be well,

Mrfipp

#the dragon prince #rayla #callum #zym #fanfic

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The Cause of Neptune Vasilias

Just a little one-shot that was on the back burner in my head for a bit.

The Cause of Neptune Vasilias

Drumming his fingers on the table, Neptune Vasilias eyed the entire cafeteria, crammed full of students eating their lunches, allowing them a break between their classes to recharge their batteries and to associate with their friends and teammates, as well as other students from the other kingdoms who had come for the tournament. Unlike his team captain, Neptune had no problem continuing his curriculum at Beacon Academy, and was rather thankful that the school was large enough and was able to accommodate all the additional students who came. However, looking across the expansive room, he saw something that he found greatly irritating, something that had always been a great concern to him.

"Hey, dude you okay?" asked Sun, sitting across from him, pushing around some applesauce around with a spoon. "You got that weird look on your face again."

"I really hate school uniforms," Neptune said, his voice sharp.

To his left, Scarlet gave a tired sigh, letting his head drop to the table, while to Sun's right Sage dug his face into his palms. "We're not doing this again."

"Hey! I need to say what we're all thinking!" Neptune said, defensively pointing a finger at Sage

"No one else is thinking that!" Sun threw his arms out, already exasperated. "You are probably the only person between the four academies who has put that much thought into this stuff!

"What are you guys talking about?" Team SSSN had not eating their lunch alone, and were sharing the table with the friends they had made at Beacon, Team RWBY and Team JNPR. From Neptune's right and continuing down the line was Weiss, Ruby, Jaune and Pyrrha, while from Sun's left had been Blake, Yang, Nora and then Ren. Currently, eight pairs of eyes were turned towards him and Sun.

"It's nothing," said Scarlet, raising his head off the table. "It's nothing, just ignore everything he says, it's absolute bollocks!"

"No, no, they deserve to know how I feel about uniforms in general, and how they could possibly be a determent to how we grow as people in general."

"If you don't mind me asking, what is your problem with uniforms?" asked Blake, and there were collective groans from SSS.

"I'm glad you asked Blake," Neptune said with a smile. "I'm just glad that SOMEONE takes an interest in my cause."

"It's not a cause," Sage said through his fingers.

Neptune ignored him and turned in his seat to face RWBY and JNPR. "As we all know, eighty years ago, our forefathers fought in a war for the sake of freedom of expression, so that no one would have to fear censorship, or be made lesser people for the sake of conformity. I myself am a firm believer that we should be able to express ourselves however we want, and to be forced to don uniforms seems like a step back in so many ways, and if we want to keep with those ideals, then-"

"You just want to wear what you want when you want because you think Haven's uniform is ugly," Sun said, already giving up on the conversation.

"I think their both equally valid points of view," Neptune said, folding his arms over his chest. "But yes, you are right, Haven has terrible uniforms."

"I don't think they're too bad," came Pyrrha's voice from the end of the table.

"Really?" Neptune leaned over the table to see her. "Have you really taken a look at a Haven uniform?" He pushed himself out of his seat and gestured to his body, dressed in Haven Academy's male uniform. "It's just black, and gray, it's just dreadful!" He then ran up the table for a moment, and when he had returned he was pulling along someone else with him. "The girls' uniform isn't much better might I add, just the same with a checkered skirt, which while appreciated, is only so much."

"I really wish you guys had gotten a girl on your team." Arslan pulled her arm out of Neptune's grasp and gave an annoyed huff. "I just hate that I have to be the prop in this dumb argument of yours."

"It's not dumb, Arslan, we've talked about this before but-"

"No! Shut up! It's dumb! AHG!" she screamed, covering her ears up before walking away, shaking her head as she did.

"She's right you know, this is dumb," Sun said.

"You have the worst fashion sense of anyone here, so you don't have anything useful to say. You don't even put the full effort into your uniform!"

"Huh?" Sun leaned back and looked down at his own uniform, the jacket unbuttoned while the dress shirt had three buttons undone. "Why do you care? Your whole argument is how you hate uniforms, so wouldn't me not wearing it like I'm supposed to be good?"

"If you're going to be forced into something like this, then you better do it right."

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"None of this does!" Slumping where he stood, Neptune looked across the room to some of the more casually dressed students. "I mean, look at the students from Shade, they don't have a dress code at all, and they all look great!" He pointed towards some of said school's students, Team NDGO in particular, in their regular combat attire. How envious he was of them.

"What about Beacon's uniforms?" Ruby asked, innocently. "I think they look cute."

"Stop encouraging him!" Scarlet cried out.

"I'm mentally checking out from this conversation," Sage said, returning to his meal.

"I'm glad you asked, Ruby." Neptune continued, reaching over and grabbing Weiss by her shoulders and lifted her out of her seat, rather easily, and set her on her feet, before going to the Ruby's right and pulling up Jaune, who could only look in distress to his lunch tray. "I'll admit that between the three, Beacon's uniforms aren't the worst..."

"My pudding..." Jaune said sadly.

"The gold trim works well with the black," Neptune continued, ignoring Jaune's pleas and Weiss' annoyed glare. "Guys have a blue vest underneath the jacket, and the girls have the red skirt, and even I have to admit that it works for what it is, but at the end of the day, it's still mandatory, and given the option I'd rather wear clothes of my own choice."

"What's so special about the stuff you wear?" Yang asked, propping herself on her elbows.

"Are you serious?" Neptune asked, offended. "I have put a lot of time and effort into my wardrobe, finding what material and color schemes go well together, optimizing styles and substance until I found a balance that I was happy with."

Blake leaned over to Sun, and whispered, "He's not serious, is he?"

"I wish," Sun replied, his head leaning into his hand. "He carries around a lint roller in his jacket pocket, and spends like thirty minutes every morning doing his hair."

Neptune went on. "To its credit, Beacon does seem kind of lax with its dress code, since I've seen some students not even in their uniforms, even in class."

Beside him, Weiss huffed and grumbled.

Ruby, in response, laughed. "Oh yeah, Weiss really doesn't like those guys too much."

"I don't see what's the big deal," Weiss said, her voice on edge. "It's just a uniform, there's no reason to not wear it. It's regulation!"

Neptune narrowed his eyes. "That's right, you're from Atlas, and basically everyone there is bred from birth to follow every single rule, straight as an arrow, without any sort of deviation."

It was at this point Neon Katt rolled by, leaving behind a rainbow trail while spinning around dust-infused nun chucks, techno-pop could be heard in the air. This went ignored by everyone.

From the other end of the table, on the opposite side, Nora called out, "Also, wasn't Atlas one of the kingdoms who were FOR censorship and uniformity?"

"That's right, they were." With a sigh, Neptune rubbed her eyes. "I just remembered how awful the Atlas uniforms are, they're stark white and they're basically military uniforms."

"It's sort of fitting since the Atlas military runs the academy," Ren said. "Especially given some of the rumors that higher marked students and heavily pressured by the state to enroll in the military when they graduate."

"That's not true!" Weiss turned around and stared down Ren. "Yes, there have been some distasteful rumors to how Atlas runs its armed services, but they certainly do not bully their students into joining."

"What about your sister?" Ruby asked. "She's in the military, and you've said she got the highest marks in her class, was she made to join the army?"

Weiss' response was to grab Ruby's hood down over her face.

"As I said," Weiss said sternly. "There is no shady business when it comes to how the military is run, nothing suspicious at all."

000

"Are you not going to eat?" asked Ciel, from the other side of the cafeteria, looking down to the empty spot before Penny.

"No, I have already eaten a hearty breakfast!" came the cheery response from the ginger-haired girl. "This morning, I ate bacon, and eggs, and a large bowl of guacamole."

"Pardon?"

"I meant to say cereal. That was what I ate for breakfast. Bacon, eggs and cereal. It was appropriately soggy. Especially the bacon!"

"...What?"

000

"It's okay Weiss, no one blames you for the fact that you grew up in a nation and house with rules so tight it's more or less like a noose," said Neptune, patting Weiss on the head.

"That's morbidly accurate," said Weiss, mumbling it under her breath and returning to her seat.

"I've said something like that before, but with a very different context," said Blake, her interest in the conversation dwindling with every second.

"I'm going back to my pudding," said Jaune, stepping back to his seat and to his pudding with the crumbled cookie bits in it.

"Is there an actual point to any of this?" said Yang, plucking at her own jacket.

"Well yes." Neptune coughed into his fist and stood straight up, hands behind his back with his chest puffed out "I want to try and abolish mandatory uniforms in the schools, or at least Haven, and I need as much help as I possibly can so that the next time I go to our headmaster, I'm not just thrown out like the last few times." He then gave his best charming smile. "So, can I count on any of you for help?"

Eleven pairs of eyes focused themselves on him, and he began to think that he would get the support here he could never could back home.

Then they each turned away from him and back to their lunches and each-other, continuing with their own business as usual.

Reluctantly giving up, Neptune sat back down to his own seat and stared at his own mostly empty tray.

Was there anyone would believed in this cause, or was he really alone in his beliefs?

000

"I hate school uniforms."

"We're not talking about this again Coco!"

000

Please review,

Mrfipp

#rwby #fanfic #fanfiction #mrfipp #mrfippstuff #team rwby #team jnpr #jnpr #team sssn #sssn #neptune vasilias #sun wukong #sage ayana #scarlet david #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #nora valkyre #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #since they're both from haven do sssn and abrn know each other?

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I was looking back on some things, and I came to the conclusion that I really don't like most AU fanfiction. Usually when I see a fanfic given an "AU" tag, it usually goes one of two ways.

The first being some small shange to the canon, such as a person who is no longer around being written back in. Usually these tend to be rewrites of the original scripts that really aren't too different than than what it was before, only offering new lines to the character in question. For an example, most Doctor Who fanfics that include Rose in Series 3, but really don't do much with her outside making the OTP happen.

The second being a complete rewrite of the setting, changing it to something else, usually a high school or office setting. I've noticed with a lot of these that the characters tend to be written to be very out of characters, sometimes to the points where they are that character in name only. It's also always sort of bothered me that people would go from a fantasy or sci-fi setting to something so grounded. I see that this has happened with RWBY a few times.

For me, I think the best AUs are where something in canon changes, but it completely throws the story out of whack compared to where it ended up.

#fanfiction #fanfic #mrfipp #mrfippstuff #au #alternate universe #rwby #doctor who

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Secret Coes

Fipp: I wrote this yesterday with the intention of writing a dumb little thing to get my mind off a certain thing, but today well...

Well, what do I say that hasn't been said already?

RIP Monty.

Secret Codes

TH-TH-TH-AT'S A BIG URSA!

Juane reached into his pocket and pulled out his scroll. The image on the holo-screen was that of his younger friend, Ruby.

“Uh, hey?” he said, putting his sword back into its sheath.

“A puppy pile has converged on the Fruity Pebbles in the tossed salad, requesting a pick-me-up from the Berry Bunch! I repeat: A puppy pile has converged on the Fruity Pebbles in the tossed salad, requesting a pick-me-up from the Berry Bunch! This is urgent!”

Jaune lowered his phone, gave it a confused look, and placed it back to his ear.

“Mr. Sunshine, can you hear me? This is Red Rover! Can you-”

“Ruby, just what are you doing?” Juane asked.

“No! It's Red Rover! We went over this at the meeting!”

“Wait, meeting? What meeting?”

“Or, at least we could have if someone had shown up!” There was then a high-pitched hmph on the other end of the line. “Seriously, I waited for like two hours for you to show up! Where were you!?”

“I'm sorry Ruby, but just what are you talking about?”

Ruby gave an annoyed groan. “Juane, I sent you a message discussing how we needed a secret code so that our teams can communicate safely over open and unsecured lines.”

“Uh huh.” Jaune slowly nodded. “What do you mean you sent a message?”

“Yeah, I sent it through an aerial delivery system.”

“Wait, you mean, that paper airplane that you threw at my head? Yeah, I've been meaning to ask about that, but you split like as soon as it hit my head. Just what was that you wrote? It looked like someone chopped up wingdings and put it in a blender.”

“Oh, that was the secret written code. It's different than the spoken code.”

“How how was I supposed to decipher it?”

“By going to the meeting of course.”

“What sort of backwards logic is that? How can I go to a meeting to learn how to decipher a secret code, when the directions to said meeting are written in the secret code that I'll only know how to decipher if I go to the meeting!”

“I know! It's so perfect! No one would suspect a thing!”

Jaune gave a frustrated groan and deeply rubbed at his eyes. “And the meeting, where was it?”

“Oh, underneath the bleachers behind the gym. A lot of the other students seem to be really secretive about it, so I thought that it would be a good place to hold a secret meeting.”

“Um, Ruby...”

“I then found out why the other students are so secretive about it.” There was a pause. “I learned a lot of things that day Jaune.”

“Uh, yeah. Can I ask a question?

“Yeah sure. What is it?”

“I am Mr. Sunshine?”

“Yep, that's your codename.”

“But wouldn't Sun make a better Mr. Sunshine than me?”

There was then the sound of a hand slapping against a forehead. “Of course! It's so obvious! I should have thought of that before. Jaune, we need to have another meeting! I'll send another aerial-delivered message as soon as we get back to Beacon!”

Jaune then hung-up.

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“Hey Jaune?” Ruby said into the phone. “You there Jaune? Hello? Jaune? Juane? Juane? Juane? Hello, are you still there? Huh.” Ruby looked the phone and looked at it questioningly. “He must have gotten disconnected.”

Behind her, Weiss, Blake and Yang all screamed, all engaged in a battle with over a dozen, giant three-headed wolf Grimm.

“Oh yeah,” Ruby said, “I supposed to be calling back-up.”

“MY SPLEEN!”

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Jaune groaned as he put away his phone. “I really hope she really doesn't end up trying to set up a meeting in the boiler room.” He then breathed out. “Oh, wait, I was supposed to be doing something.”

Behind him, Pyrrha, Ren and Nora all screamed, all engaged in a battle with a massive squid-like Grimm with over a hundred tentacles.

“Oh yeah, I was gonna call he for back-up.”

“MY LEGS!”

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Kirk, Knight of Thorns

Fipp: There's probably some grammar issues and typos here, but today is not a good day, and I just want to get this thing out.

The Knight of Thorns

The stench of the waters did nothing for him, though he supposed after the fires and lava of Lost Izalith, the murky atmosphere of the sewers were a welcomed change. The rat screeched as the sword pierced its body, running straight through its fur, flesh and bone and scrapping the brickwork and sludge below. Placing his armored boot against the unmoving corpse, he pulled the sword free and kicked the rat to the side. He then reached inside the corpse, pulling it apart to search for the treasure he had hoped that was inside.

There is was. He pulled his arm out, and nestled in his palm was the small black sprite, brimming with humanity. This small thing, was what this world came to know, something that the men and women of this cursed land would happily kill for. It was what made the difference between being the person who you had been your entire life, and a simple mindless creature, a soul-starved husk that roamed the land, searching for what had long since been lost.

Kirk, the Knight of Thorns, stood to his full height and pocketed the humanity before taking in his surroundings. All around him were the bodies of large, sickly corpses of giant rats, each one killed in the hopes of finding the one bit of humanity that they may have nestled within them. He had been at this most of the day, but his search had mostly been fruitless, offering only one other humanity in his entire hunt. Seeing the pointless of the task at hand, he had decided that another path should be taken, and withdrew the cursed item.

From his palm, the shard of the Red Eye Orb stared madly at him before it began to quickly turning, looking around, searching. Kirk squeezed it tightly, the shard glowing a deep red as he felt its remaining power course through it.

“Looking for someone to invade? To pillage humanity?” a deep voice said, and Kirk released his grip, canceling the process. He spun around towards the voice's originating spot, and came to face a doorway, a shadowy figure standing inside it. The figure came forward, Kirk placed the Cracked Orb back, and reached for his barbed sword.

“Good evening, Kirk,” said the figure, a dark creature draped in skeletal armor and a cowl of the blackest feathers. “So, this is where you have been hiding, hasn't it?” they said, raising an arm to the sludge-covered walls. “A sewer? What in Lordran would possess you to come to this place?”

Kirk said nothing, and merely stood his ground, his eyes never leaving the Darkwraith before him.

The Darkwraith laughed, a deep and sinister chuckle. “Why, not saying anything? Of course not, from what I remember, you tended to keep to yourself mostly. Unless it was to make an offering to Lord Kaathe, you had a tendency to to avoid the others if you could, and while I admit that we are not exactly the most open of groups, some would say that you were a suspicious man, Kirk.”

Slowly, step by step, the Darkwraith approached, yet Kirk stood his ground

“Could it have anything to do with why you left in the first place? Oh yes, you certainly made something of scene; taking all the Cracked orbs you could and vanishing without a trace, and I'm guessing that maybe you wanted it that way, for us to not find you. Though, I don't see why you would be worried, since it's not like we have much interest in what you do outside of the covenant. All it means is that one day, should you be unlucky enough, you'll find yourself at the end of our swords.” To drive their point forward, they raised their weapon, the dark-silver shining in the torchlight.

Kirk raised his shield, but still did nothing.

“Now, there's no reason for us to actively hunt you down like a dog, I honestly see no real reason to track down a deserter, as I could get what we want from anywhere else much easier. Though,” he said, drawing the word out slowly. “I came upon a rumon in that dreaded Blighttown, horrible place that it is, the residents there willing to selling their own mother wile they beg for their lives, though I thinkyou are more than familiar with that habit of theirs.”

Still, Kirk did not respond.

The Darkwraith continued. “From what I heard, that somewhere there exists a source of humanity, a strong one too, but weak of body. Certainly, something like that would be worth pursuing, wouldn't you think, though I will admit that my searches have brought me nothing. But,” said, the word laced with venom waiting to be sprung. “You know something about it, don't you?” They leaned forward. “Tell me, Kirk, where is she? Where is the Firekeeper, that damned child of Izalith?”

Kirk sprung and swung his sword down, but the Darkwraith caught the blade on his own, the sleek metal sliding against the jagged rusty thorns, but the Darkwraith pushed their weight to the side, sending the blades down, leaving Kirk's side exposed. The dark creature raised their free hand, and a thick dark-red aura began to emanate from it and it lunged forward, right to Kirk's face, but Kirk threw his shield up, catching the Dark Hand on the spiked shield. The knight pushed back and made to swing with his freed sword, but the Darkwraith rolled out of the way.

Coming out of the roll, he swung the sword again, but Kirk blocked again and pushed it forward, causing the Darkwraith stumble back, giving Kirk time to slash downward, cutting into the Darkwraith's body, but before he could get in another strike the Darkwraith lunged forward, tackling him to the ground and into the shallow, filthy waters. The two of them trashed about, rolling on the ground, flailing wildly as they each tried to grab and stab at one another, trying to get in what they could at the other.

Suddenly, they both fell, rolling down the sloped waterfall, tumbling in a mess of limbs before going right over the edge and crashing to the ground, breaking apart one of the large, slimy piles of flesh that stuck up from point to point.

With water filling his helm, Kirk fought the vertigo and tried to regain his bearings and pushed himself up, coughing the polluted water up as he did so. His shield was still in his hand, but his sword was gone. Frantically looking around, his saw it resting a short crawl away from him, partially submerged in the water. He reached out to grab for it but a sudden force collided with his head, sending him back into the water.

The Darkwraith kicked at Kirk's side once more, making sure the man would not get back up before stabbing their sword down, driving the blade right into Kirk's shoulder.

The knight yelled, and the sword was dug in deeper.

“Don't like this?” the Darkwraith mocked. “I had thought that this was something your were fond of, making sure your victims knew they were suffering before you ended their lives.”

Kirk tried to reach for his sword once more, but the Darkwraith was quick to deliver another swift kick, causing him to crumble into the water.

“So, where is she?” they asked, leaning down to Kirk's level, twisting the sword through the gaps in his armor. “I can do this all day, and a part of me wants to, and I also know that you are not yet undead, so I'm going to make certain to be extra careful with how I treat you. But first,” They then raised the Dark Hand and raised it over Kirk's face. “Let us see just how much humanity you've acquired, shall we? If I drain all of it, well...” It followed with a deep laugh.

There was then a croaking noise from behind, and the Darkwraith turned their head to see a pair of massive, bulbous eyes.

The basilisk took a deep breath, greatly expanding the pouch beneath its jaws and let loose a cloud of sickly gray gases and smoke, directing it at them, but the Darkwraith was quick to roll off of Kirk and to the side, avoiding the cloud as best he could. They strafed the monster, making sure to keep their eyes it and jumped at it, swinging the sword down and bringing the metal down onto the creature's neck, cutting through the bone. It gave out a gurgled growl as it slumped to the waters, its entire body going limp.

With the basilisk dead, the Darkwraith turned around, only to have Kirk's sword swing down into his side, the spiked metal digging through armor and flesh, digging deep and the Knight of Thorns used both hands to force the blade into their body. The pain was enough for Darkwraith to drop their sword as Kirk pushed them to the wall, but their other hand began to glow darkness. The hand reached up and grabbed at Kirk's helm, grasping around the through and into the eye slits and began to feed.

The two of them struggled, but only succeeded in barely pushing at one another slightly as their weapon slowly began to kill the other.

The Darkwraith's grip on Kirk's helm began to loosen, and soon their body fell limp, taking Kirk's sword, which had been sawed deep into their abdomen. Blood poured with the wound, seeping into the water, before Kirk quickly followed.

His body wracked with pain as he began to violently cough into his helm. He tried to grasp for his sword, but his hand ad become too unsteady to even grasp it in even the slightest. Pain filled his entire body, every inch of trying to cope with the loss of humanity, but failing, and soon the agony had begun to be replaced with numbness and nothing.

Despite no longer feeling as though his body was going to collapse onto itself, Kirk reached into his pouch and withdrew a dusty white object, small and brittle. It crushed easily in his hand, and the world around him became lighted smoke. Within moments the dank sewers were gone, and a comforting warmth replaced it, leaving nothing of the previous environment was left.

“Sir Kirk?” a voice rang, worried and frail. “What is the matter? Has something happened?”

Kirk ignored Eingyi and forced himself to his feet to stand before the figure before him.

The Fair Lady shivered slightly, despite the warmth of the nearby ruins, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, the spider that was her lower-half remained mostly motionless, only giving the occasion twitch of its legs. Her entire form, both witch and demon was completely white, pale from sick without the ability to speak, see or even hear. In the entire time that he had served this covenant, he had never even so much as understood what she said.

He broke the humanity, offering it to the Fairy Lady. Her body reacted slightly, becoming more active, if only for a moment, but it was enough for him to see.

Eingyi kept speaking behind him, but went ignored. All Kirk could do was stare at the Fairy Lady.

The egg-bearer, in his current condition, was defenseless, despite whatever threats he had. Mistress Quelaag was dead, slain by the undead that he had come across three times before, and the illusionary wall between this chamber and and the bell room would only remain hidden for so long.

Who would protect her now?

Kirk, Knight of Thorns, then fell back, and died.

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The Weird Team

In light of the rumors of Jenna Coleman leaving during the Christmas special, I made a post expressing my desires for a companion who was not a Modern Day Earth Girl. In responce, Animate-Mush made a comment about how someone should "make this happen now".

It got me a bit inspired, so I decided to write a little story about Twelve with three new companions, none of which are Modern Day Earth Girls. Instead, we have someone from the planet Aganok, Japan 2628, and Ireland 1398.

I may or may not write bios and others shorts for these characters down the line as well.

The Weird Team

The Doctor entered the doorway to the TARDIS, opening them widely behind him and making his way to the console. Behind him, he heard a sharp gasp from his new guest. He allowed himself a quick smile before turning around to see the shocked expression of Fiona Gorman, eyes wide and hand held up to her mouth. She took a step back, her gaze shooting from point to point around the entire room, from the lights, to the stairs, to the bookcases, before finally looking back to the doors.

She pointed at them. “That door,” she said, an Irish accent to her voice. “And this place.” She looked back to the console, dark eyes filled with worry. “It's-It's-Its...” The words caught in her throat as she tried to wrap her mind around what she was witnessing, unable to accept it at first. “I honestly don't know what to call this.”

No matter how many times he saw this, the Doctor always enjoyed this moment, when someone entered the TARDIS, thinking it would be a small cramped space on the inside, and not a massive spaceship. Then again, she wouldn't know what a spaceship, being a farmer from Ireland in the year 1389.

He leaned forward, excited, though not letting it show. “Bigger on the inside?”

Lowering her hand, she looked around the room, mouth agape, before looking back to the Doctor. “Your wardrobe, you weren't lying about it. You're not insane.”

He gave a coy frown. “Well, I wouldn't say I'm not insane. I've had plenty of friends call me that. Enemies too, but who listens to them anyway?”

Taking a deep breath, Fiona leaned against the railing. “I just...”

“Take your time,” he said, carefully approaching the girl.

She did, allowing herself to breath, and to continue to look around the room. Eventually, she turned back to him. “If you were telling the truth about this, then what about all those other things? About how you can travel to the stars?”

“More than that,” he said, folding her arms over his chest. “Also in time as well. I could go back to yesterday breakfast if you want, or maybe skip ahead a few hundred years and show you what a car is.”

“What's a car?” she asked leaning forward.

“Exactly,” he replied, also leaning forward. “Big metal box, used for travel, no horse.”

She looked confused. “How does it move then?”

He shrugged. “Usually on wheels, running on a combustible engine.”

“The last time I heard you use that word, the church exploded.”

“Well, that wasn't my fault,” the Doctor said, tugging at the edges of his black jacket. “Father Nolan should have had a better understanding on what he was dealing with when he let the Karathins set up shop in the church basement.”

Fiona leaned back, looking hurt.

“Sorry,” the Doctor said, reminding himself to work on his people skills.

The girl said nothing, instead opting to to walk around the console, looking down at the machine, brushing a strand of her long dark hair behind her ear. She took one lap around it before ending back at the Doctor's side, before turning to him, her expression heavy.

“Doctor,” she said, biting her lower lip, clearly not wanting to say anything, but going through it anyway. “A lot of things happened today, a lot of people I know and love are dead, and Father Nolan, a man who we all knew and trusted, is responsible for that. If a man of God, a man who has shown us nothing but kindness to the people of our town for over thirty years, could let such horrors to...” She chocked on her words and buried her face into her hand. “I just don't know what to believe anymore Doctor,” she cried.

The Doctor furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at the shuddering girl before him. A crisis of faith was what he was witnessing in front of him right now. A deeply religious person forced to confront the fact that the person who preached the good in humanity was doing inhumane things behind closed doors.

“Fiona,” he said, firmly but gently, leaning down to her level. “Listen to me.” Reluctantly it seemed, Fiona pulled her face out of her hands and used the dark material of her dress sleeve to wipe and her reddening eyes. “Yes, there are plenty of evil things out there in the universe, trust me when I say this since I've battled a good deal of it myself. But do know this,” He then reached out and gently touched her should, mindful of her own body language. “There is also good there too. For every Dalek I've seen, each one wanting nothing more than to exterminate every other living creature, I've seen a hundred more people willing to put a stop to them, because they refuse to let such evil have its way.” Reaching forward, he tapped a finger to her cheek and turned her face toward him so he could look her in the eyes. “There is plenty of good out there, you can trust me on that.”

“I'm not too certain about that,” Fiona said, her voice sounding hollow. “I prayed every night that my home would always be safe, and in less than a day, it all goes wrong.” Leaning back, she placed her hands on the console, keeping the Doctor in sight. “I don't know if I can believe him Him anymore, but tell me Doctor, please, what do you believe in?”

The Doctor opened his mouth to respond, but found himself unable to do so. What she wanted, he thought, was what believed on a spiritual level, but that was something he honestly couldn't reply, or at least not in a way that would leave her satisfied. During his long life, he'd had those sort of debates plenty of times, spanning all sorts of religions with all manner of spiritual leaders. Off the top of his head he could name at least a dozen religions where every miracle could be explained by one scientific explanation or another, but in the end it came down to the same thing.

He really couldn't say. The universe was big, and full of things that he couldn't understand, things that he may never even know about, or even be aware about. That was one of the things that made it so wonderful in the first place.

There was, however, one thing he believed in.

“I believe,” he said finally, as she looked at him hopefully. “In my friends.”

From the lower level he heard the door slide open and two sets of footsteps enter the room. There was shouting, of course.

“If you mention the beach one more time, I will personally throw you down to the bottom of the ocean!”

“Then I will drag you down with me and let you rust.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Speak of the devils.” Sighing, he spun around on his foot and turned to the stairs as the two newcomers stepped onto the platform.

The first person he saw was obviously not human; his skin was gray and craggy, rough and solid like rock, which is what it was, organic stone. There were small cracks covering his skin, open enough for him to see the small sparkles of gemstone veins that grew beneath his hide, as well as varying sized rocks that jut out along his broad shoulders, barely covered by a modest vest, worn mostly for the sake of it rather than any actual need or decency. The stairs groaned underneath his slow and heavy steps, a trait that was made even more apparent by his size, over six-and-a-half feet tall. It was because of his size that the Doctor saw him first, despite being behind the much shorter other person.

In contrast to the alien's height, the woman was only a hair above five-foot-three. She was dressed in thick, oddly cut jacket and scarf that seemed to go at odd angles, with small LED lights glowing along the length of her trousers, a common fashion statement worn by many women in Japan in the late 2620's. She was scowling, a small red light briefly shined in her right pupil. Upon reaching the top step she spun and around and glared at the stone giant.

“For the last time,” she said, her voice harsh. “I do not rust. The alloys in my augmentation were designed specifically to-”

“You speak more facts about things that I do not understand, nor wish to learn more about,” the giant said, his voice as large as him. He moved along the other side of the console, putting it between him, the woman and the Time Lord. “Doctor,” he said, looking to the man. “Keiko and I have been speaking of our next destination, and we are at an impasse.”

“Keft, shut up.” Keiko raised a hand towards the alien's direction, a shushing gesture. With her other hand she pointed towards the Doctor, or rather the person next to him. “What's the potato farmer doing here?”

“Me?” Fiona asked, gasping slightly. “I'm sorry, I don't think we had much chance to talk the last time we met. My name is Fiona Gorman, and you two are...?”

Keiko narrowed her eyes and looked the girl up from head to toe, studying her. “Kieko Mori,” she said, a bit sharply. The Doctor reminded himself that he wasn't the only one who needed to work on his people skills.

Keft nodded his head once. “My name is Keftartranf, of the planet Aganok, though I am informed that is a difficult name to pronounce, so I am called Keft by the people I call my friends.”

“I-It is nice to meet you, Keiko, Keft,” Fiona said, a nervous smile on her face as she took a step back towards the Doctor. He wondered what was scaring her more, Keft's appearance, or Keiko's attitude.

“Doctor, if you do not mind my asking,” Keft said, looking to face the Doctor, the sounds of stones grinding as his neck turned. “What is she doing her exactly? I thought you said that we would leave as soon as you returned, but you mentioned nothing of bringing someone else with you.”

“Well, yes about that,” the Doctor said, putting his hands into his pockets. “Fiona and I were just talking about that.” He looked down to the girl, who gave a bashful smile. “From what I could gather, it would seem like she'd like to come with us, isn't that right Fiona?”

Both Keiko and Keft exchanged confused and concerned looks before they both looked back to the girl. She gave her own worried looks to the pair before looking to the Doctor, who gave his own encouraging nod. Rubbing a hand along her arm, Fiona stepped forward.

“The Doctor says that he can travel in time and space, anywhere and everywhere,” she said, nervous before the two.

“That's true,” Keiko replied, a bit with caution. “I was born thirteen-hundred years from now.” She gestured her head over to Keft. “And the big rock over here is from the other side of the galaxy somewhere.” This earned her a glare from Keft, though it only lasted a moment before he looked back to Fiona.

“Do you really wish to travel with us?” he asked.

“Yes, I would like that very much,” she replied. “After what happened today, I honestly feel as though I need to search for something more, and I can't look at what's left at my home and see it.”

“And what is it that you're looking for?”

Fiona looked ahead, yet did not answer. She began to wring her hands together, looking down at them as though she was unsure what she wanted to say. After a short time, a time they all allowed her to have as they were curious for her answer, she looked back up. “I'm looking for hope, I suppose.”

“Don't I know that feeling,” the Doctor said, barely a whisper.

“I mean, if you'll have me, of course,” Fiona said, turning around back to face the Doctor, eyes pleading.

He raised a hand to his chin and stroked it, appearing to give the question some thought, though he didn't need to. By the time they had gotten back to the TARDIS, he had already made his decision in the matter. However, he did look to Keiko and Keft and furrowed his eyebrows before giving a nod. Keiko merely rolled her eyes and mouthed “fine” to him, while Keft merely gave a small shrug.

“Very well,” he said at last, turning his attention back to Fiona. “You can come if you want.”

“Really?” she gasped, life seeming to fill her up in an instant. She then quickly stepped forward, arms opening before she took a step back and lowered her arms back to her side. To him, it looked like she was about to rush him with a hug, but decided against it at the last moment. “Are you sure? I don't want to be to much trouble.”

“Don't worry about it,” the Doctor said, waving her off as he walked past her and to the controls. “I highly doubt you could cause me as much trouble as these two.”

“Hey!”

“I resent that remark.”

The Doctor ignored them. “Now, I'd say after an ordeal like that, how about we go somewhere nice? And not filled with people trying to kill us?” Cracking his fingers, he reached down and began to fiddle with the controls.

Of course, they landed in a place with people trying to kill them.

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Deamscape of Roses II: Eater of Dreams

Fipp: A bit late posting this one, even more so since the chapter has been on ff.net for a while now...

Dreamscape of Roses

Summary: Ruby goes on the adventure of her dreams, in perhaps a more literal sense of the term.

Chapter II: Eater of Dreams

Screams of the innocent pierced their air as buildings collapsed, homes being destroyed, and no one was able to do anything to stop it, to save anyone.

The dragon roared, the terrible noise being heard throughout the kingdom, and thrashed its tail into another home, sweeping out the foundation, insuring maximum destruction. Fire poured from its jaws and engulfed the remains, setting a brilliant blaze that would never go out. From the corner of its eye, it spotted an easy meal, a civilian who had become trapped under the rubble. A tongue running across its sharp teeth, it approached the down man, who could only scream and cry in fear and panic, praying that someone would come and help him.

The beast raised its head high, high enough to see for miles, and looked down at the man, mouth open, ready to feast.

A loud bang sounded off, and the dragon's head recoiled to the side. With an angry snarl, it whipped its head around and looked across the city where the shot came from, and spotted a single figure standing on a rooftop.

The Huntress stood, tall and beautiful, dark-red hair flowing in the wind, a heavy red cape accompanying it. In her hand she held a large weapon, which she pointed at the monster with a single hand, and pulled a trigger, sending off another blast into the dragon's face, causing it to scream.

Smoke billowing from its snout, the colossal beast charged the Huntress, who spun her weapon around and stuck the top of the shaft into the ground. She pulled the trigger again, just as the dragon struck, and with another blast, launched herself into the air as the dragon crashed its head into the building. Sailing straight up into the air, she flipped her weapon around so that it was pointing straight up and pulled the trigger once more, sending herself back down, weapon spinning like a top, and slicing the top of the dragon's skull, leaving deep scar, spilling hot dark blood out, before she vanished a flurry of rose petals, and appeared across the street.

Another roar filled the air, a roar filled with hatred and anger, that it would bring any other person to their knees. But the Huntress was no one normal, she had battled creatures like this many times, so much that it had become something routine, and rather boring. A dragon of this size? Nothing but a game for her.

The battle continued, it was long, lasting for hours, with the dragon taking massive damage, but not hurting the Huntress in the slightest. At this point, she was just getting bored.

At some point, she managed to wedge her weapon right in between its jaws. It swung its head wildly, trying to dislodge the Huntress, but unable to succeed in the slightest. With another blast, this one right into the upper jaw, the Huntress flew backwards through the air, and landed in the street.

The monster stared her down with hate-filled eyes glared down at her, and it charged, wings spread open, mouth wide and flame billowing.

The Huntress raised her weapon, and prepared.

Ruby Rose realized something was off.

“Wait, what?” she asked, looking around in confusion. She then took a moment to think in deeply consider what was happening. “This is a dream, isn't it?” Looking around, she saw evidence that this was very much dream.

The houses that had been destroyed in the conflict, were all made of gingerbread. The people she was protecting were cookies, cakes, and bowls of ice cream. The giant dragon she had been fighting was actually made of brownie, and its blood thick hot fudge. Even her weapon was different; instead of her Crescent Rose, which fired high caliber bullets, she had been wielding a large candy cane which fired exploding gumdrops.

“Yeah, I'm dreaming,” she said aloud, to no one around her. “Does that mean I wake up?” She looked up in the sky, as though it was going to provide her with an answer of some sort, but none were provided to her.

She then noticed that despite running at full speed, the dragon at not come any closer to her.

Scratching the top of her head with the candy cane, Ruby wondered what she could do now. She recalled someone somewhere, Blake maybe, saying that becoming aware of your dreams meant you had control of them. She'd never had any sort of lucid dream before, she hardly ever really remembered the dreams she'd had, well except for some nightmares she'd been having the last few years.

“Hey dragon!” she called out to the charging dragon that wasn't moving anywhere. “Can you do me a favor and die?”

The dragon suddenly became stiff, and then then just dropped in front of her, its massive head landing in front of her, giant chocolate tongue hanging out.

“Bleh....” it said as it died.

Ruby looked at the dragon, and around the town, and back at the dragon, and gave it a kick in the snout.

“I should get a celebration for this,” she said, a small smirk growing.

And the kingdom rejoiced.

The Huntress found herself being lifted into the air by the citizens of the kingdom, who cried tears of joy and cheered Ruby's name. They carried all the way to the candy castle, and brought her to the throne of Cake King, who towered over this people, and was made of chocolate cake topped with strawberries.

“Brave Huntress Ruby!” he proclaimed and stood from his spongy cake throne. “You have saved my kingdom from that horrible dragon! As a reward, you may marry my daughter! Princess Cupcake!”

A small cupcake bounced into the room, and landed into Ruby's arms, and the kingdom rejoiced even further.

She looked down at her cupcake fiance, and laughed, before looking up to the ceiling. “To space!”

Ruby then fired off into the air, through the roof, to the sky, and into outer space, splashing through the Milky Way, which was filled with whole milk, not that 2% junk Yang liked.

The Cupcake Princess happily giggled, and Ruby began eating her frosting hair.

That was when everything went poof.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

Ruby opened her eyes, saw that her arms were cradling nothing, and sighed in disappointment. She then looked down at herself, saw that she had lost the extra seven inches in height, and groaned.

Accepting the fact that she was short and without cupcake, Ruby looked around to where she was.

The first thing she saw was a large round table, covered in a clean white table cloth, and adorned with a fancy silver tea set. The room itself was, well, not an actual room. From what she could see, she was in the center of a cobbled street, a single streetlight shining down on her. The part of a brick wall was present, taking up one side of the street, as well as a gate that had a thick chain wrapped around it.

What she found most baffling however was that the street was hovering in the void, surrounded by absolute darkness. Other than the partial brick wall and gate, there was nothing but the street. All she could see beyond the island of street was darkness.

“Are you listening, little girl?” came a voice, the one from before. Snapping out of her confusion, Ruby looked across the table, and saw that she was not alone.

It was a man, an older man, with a shimmering dark robe that faded into dark purple along the edges. His hair was long and black, a portion of his covering his face, which was long and pale, with bright yellow eyes.

“Um...”

He laughed. It was a kind laugh, something that would usually be nice a warm, but it still managed to make her uneasy.

The man took a sip of his tea, and then widely smiled.“I know you have a thing for princesses, but I really think we should begin talking, you know, we've only got so much time.”

Ruby looked at the man questioningly. “Um, I'm sorry, but what's going on? Who are you, and where am I?”

He gave a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes before placing his tea back on the table. “A bit impatient already? You should know, before making demands of other people, you should always at least have the common courtesy to introduce yourself.

“Ruby Rose,” she said, with some hesitance and distrust.

“Ruby Rose,” the man said, a grin on his face. “That is a lovely name. Very lucky to be named that.”

“What about you?”

“Me? Oh, you can call me Baku.”

“Baku?” Ruby shifted her eyes slightly. “Baku? Where have I heard that name before?” she whispered to herself.

“Oh I'll get to that,” Baku said, picking his tea back up. “Why not enjoy your tea? Very rarely do I get guests here, so I made it special. Even if tea is not your thing, you should find it delicious.” With a pinky pointed out, he took a sip from the cup.

Looking down slightly, Ruby did indeed see a cup of tea in front of her. Reaching out, she picked it up by the handle, pinky out because that was what fancy people did, and carefully took a sip. Normally, she would enjoy things like coffee or hot chocolate, but she had to admit that the tea was rather good.

Downing the rest of his tea, Baku leaned forward, placing both elbows on the table, the cup dangling from his fingers, and look at Ruby from over his hands. “So, Ruby Rose, you can start. Ask away. Satiate your curiosity on the matters at hand.”

Ruby swallowed a mouthful of tea and placed the cup back down on the table. Nervous, a bit unsure about the situation, and her eyes dashing around the area, Ruby folded her hands on the table, and stared as straight as she could. “So...” Deep breath. “Who are you?” Yeah, very good start.

“Like I said, my name is Baku.” Baku waved a hand, gesturing to himself.

“No, I mean, like, who are you? And where are we, and what street is this, and why is there tea, and what happened to the cupcake-”

“You ramble, don't you?”

A bit embarrassed, Ruby snapped her mouth closed.

Baku then sighed, and leaned back in his chair. “Fine, since it seems like you're not too good with questions, I'm just going to explain things to you, okay?”

Ruby nodded her head.

“First, do you remember back in the cave? The last thing you remember?”

She frowned, a bit confused, but then her memories returned. Her friends, all unconscious, and the monster!

The man chuckled to himself as she gasped. “So you do remember then, eh?”

“What happened to my friends?” she asked, more confident and determined than she had been a second ago.

“Don't get ahead of yourself, we'll get to them, I promise,” Baku replied, completely nonchalant. “Do you remember the creature though?”

“The pig-thing!”

“I'm not a pig,” Baku sneered, a look of disgust on his face.

“What?”

“Yes, that pig as you so crudely put it, is me.”

“But, you're not a whatever-that-was. Are you?” Narrowing her eyes, she leaned forward and closely looked at the man. “What are you?”

Baku laughed, his eyes shining, and his voice became low. “Like I said, my name is Baku. Or, at least that is the name you humans gave me. I am Grimm, one of the ancient and powerful ones. The creature you saw in the cave was merely my physical body, what you see before you is the form I take in this realm.”

Ruby stared wide-eyed at the man. Was he really a Grimm? It was something she had trouble believing, but for the moment, decided to press on.

“But, where are we?” Ruby asked, looking around the street and void.

“We, dear Ruby Rose, are in the realm of dreams,” Baku said, a grin on his face. He then clapped his hands, and the table, chairs and tea all vanished. Ruby, with no chair under her, found herself falling to the ground, but the sudden appearance of an arm hooking under her stopped her from hitting it. “And in this realm, I am king.” Baku then pushed his arm forward, and Ruby ended up tumbling forward, but luckily she was able to gather her composure before she hit the ground. Spinning around, she stared right at Baku and pointed a finger at him.

“Now I remember!” she cried. “I read about you in a book! Baku is a really powerful Grimm that eats dreams!”

“Correct!” Baku cheered, arms spread wide. “You've won the prize!”

“What prize?” Ruby was a bit ashamed to be a little excited.

Baku's expression remained. “You get the chance to save your friends!” He clapped his hand, and seven doors appeared near the edge of the street, only a few feet from where it ended.

Ruby looked around at the seven doors that surrounded her, still unsure. “What are these.”

He waved his finger at her. “Nope, let me explain first.” The man then ran a hand through the sleek black hair, and stared at Ruby. “Like you know, I am Baku, a Grimm who feasts on dreams, and the more dreams I feast upon, the more powerful my physical body can become. With me so far?”

Slowly, Ruby nodded.

He clapped once. “Good.” Baku continued, speaking slowly, like he was talking down to her. “Many decades ago, I became injured, just some battle with some Hunters, nothing too important now. In order to recover from my wounds, I decided to sleep them off in a Dust field, burying myself deep into the ground. Today is the say I woke up, what do I find?” He leaned forward, as though he was expecting Ruby to answer.

“My friends!” she cried out.

“Exactly! I found seven young men and women with very powerful auras on them.. How could I resist but to put them to sleep?” He then sighed, looking a bit disappointed. “However, I think I bit off more than I could chew really. After so long asleep, I underestimated my abilities. I managed to put them them all to sleep, but my hold on their dreams was weaker than it should. Normally at this point, they'd be dead.”

Crescent Rose unfolded itself, and the tip of the blade embedded in the ground, and the muzzle pointed right at him.

Baku waved his hand dismissively. “Don't worry about them, there still alive.”

“And what about me?” Ruby asked, her eyes never leaving the man before her, her finger on the trigger.

“Like I said,” Baku said, a bit more serious. “I overestimated what I could do. I was barely able to put those seven under, and you blundering in didn't exactly make things easy for me. I managed to put you to sleep, but I had no control over your dream, a repeat of last night's actual.” He sighed. “A bit boring, if you ask me.”

Ruby narrowed her eyes.

“That is why I decided to have a bit of fun!” he said cheerfully, approaching Ruby without a care.

She had tried to fire, but before Ruby knew it, Baku had been at her side. He reached over and put an arm around her shoulder, holding her tight in one arm, and raised her into the air effortlessly. Her kicking and struggling was futile.

“Now, we are going to play a game, so listen closely, okay?” Baku then spun around, gesturing to the seven doors. “You are going to play for their lives, got it? Each door leads to a dream each one is having, you go into the door, rescue them, and bring them back here. Save all seven, and you win, and I let you go, got it?” He then let go of Ruby, who was sent tumbling to the ground, her head still spinning around. “But be warned, just because my magic is weaker, doesn't mean they're not in danger. It's still in affect, and every second you waste, is a second closer they are to doom, despair, and death.”

“Eh?” Ruby stood up, straightening her head, and began to look at the doors. Without thinking, Ruby mad a beeline straight for the door with the burning heart engraved on it

It wouldn't open though, no matter how hard she tried, the door knob wouldn't even jiggle.

“You're not going to make it into that one,” Baku said, arms being folded across his chest.

“Why not?” Ruby shot back, her hand not letting go of the door.

“Two reasons. The first being is that the dream she's having at this moment is well, let's say not suitable for eyes as young as yours.”

For a moment, Ruby was confused, staring oddly at Baku. Suddenly, realization came upon her.

“Ewewewgross!” She back away from the door in a panic, shaking her had, before wiping it on her skirt, trying to get it clean from perceived filth.

Baku only laughed. “Oh, now that's funny! But seriously, you can't go in there, even is she wasn't having that kind of dream.”

Ruby carefully eyed Baku. “What do you mean?”

The Grimm-Man leaned down until he was at Ruby's eye level. “Why did you go for your sister's door? Is it because out of everyone here, she's is the one you know best? The one you trust more than anyone else?”

She stood tall, trying the best she could to look intimidating to him.“Yeah, of course she is. I've known her since I was like four. I honestly don't remember too many things from before I met her.”

He only chuckled, it was a bit more sinister than usual. “That is exactly why you can't enter that door yet. Because she returns that trust, thus making it more difficult for you to be let into her mind.

“I don't understand,” Ruby said with a frown, confused. “Wouldn't that make it easier for me?”

“No.” Baku straightened up, towering over her. “Because of that, it actually makes it more difficult. She loves you so much, that she would never let you in, just so she could hide secrets from you.

“Yang isn't hiding anything from me. We don't keep secrets from each other.” Ruby glared at Baku, and became very annoyed at how unresponsive he was.

Baku shrugged. “If that's what you think. But know this; the closer you are to someone, the more desperate they'd be to keep you out, just so they could keep hiding from you.”

Turning her head slightly, Ruby looked around at the seven doors, wondering where to go next. If she couldn't get to Yang, then...

“Here's some advice,” Baku said, snapping Ruby from her thoughts. “Work your way up. Start with who you are less familiar with, the people who you are not as close too, from there, you will be able to enter the minds of those you are closer too.”

Ruby said nothing, simply going over the information in her head. She didn't like the implication that her friends were keeping secrets from her. But there was something else bothering her too. She just didn't trust Baku.

“Is that all?” she asked, an accusing tone to her voice. “Are you keeping anything from me?”

“Oh, Ruby Rose,” she said, a smile on his face. “Of course I am.”

He then vanished, leaving Ruby alone with the seven doors.

For a minute, she evaluated the friendships she had with these people, considered who was closer, and decided the order she should go.

Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the first door.

000

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Dreamscape of Roses I: Trip to the Dust Field

Fipp: I've come up with a new story, the first multi-chapter story with a coherent timeline in a few years. I hope to have this finished by the time RTX comes around, and RWBY Volume 2 premiers.

Dreamscape of Roses

Summary: Ruby goes on the adventure of her dreams, in perhaps a more literal sense of the term.

Chapter I: Trip to the Dust Field

Grimm are creatures without souls, monsters born of the darkness, at the dawn of man, for the purpose of dragging them back into said darkness. They lack things like mercy, compassion, and even a heart or soul; they are mankind's greatest threat. The purpose of Huntsmen and Huntresses is to protect man from the Creatures of Grimm. Uniquely forged weapons, and refined Dust are our tools to defend ourselves, and fight them off.

Throughout the world there have been over two-hundred recorded species of Grimm, many of which are common, found in most places. They are harmless by themselves when dealt with by a competent Hunter. Beowolves, Ursa, Boarbatusk, Equine, and Longhorns are a few of these of creatures.

Another subgroup, which stand above previous ones, are much larger, solitary creatures pose greater threats. While a skilled Hunter can deal with these Grimm, some make require a team to execute. Such examples include the King Taikitu, Deathstalkers, Nevermores, Abaias, and Wyverns.

There is however another subgroup beyond these monsters, and they are referred to as End Beasts. End Beasts, though much smaller than the average Grimm, often no larger than a man, they are perhaps most of the most dangerous creatures to exist in our world. However, they are extremely rare, so rare that most people will likely go their entire lives without even seeing them. Due to the rarity of these creatures, there is some debate is sightings of particular specie may even be one of a single individual instead of different Grimm. There is even some debate that they are more intelligent than the average Grimm, possibly even capable of thought and reason

Several of these creatures are Gilgamesh, who is known to steal the weapons fallen Hunters, Aerico, who cares toxins of many incurable incurable diseases in its fangs, and Baku, who feasts on the dreams of their victims until their very life force is drained away.

This chapter, we will be explaining in detail the End Beasts. We will start with-

“Ruby! Go to bed!”

“Huh!?” Ruby's head shot up, almost with enough force to knock her out of bed. Thankfully, it didn't. She'd already had that happen once too often thank you very much. Setting the book to the side, Ruby peered over the edge of her bunk, and peered down at the ground below. “You say something Weiss?”

Weiss shook her head. “As much as I love that you're taking the extra time to study, we really need to get to bed. We have to wake up early for the trip, and I don't want to be late.”

Ruby rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.” She then rolled back onto her bed, and happily giggled. “I can't wait! I've never been to a natural Dust field! I wonder what it'll be like?”

Below her, Weiss also rolled her eyes. “Don't get too excited. They're not too interesting. It's just large unharvested Dust crystal sticking out of the ground. There's honestly nothing too special about it.”

“Are you really that much a killjoy?” From the bunk on the opposite side of the room, Yang poked her head over her bunk. “How can you honestly not think there's anything too exciting about GIANT MULIT-COLORED CRYSTALS!”

Turning around, Weiss glared at Yang. “I don't mean to sound rude Yang, but have you forgotten who you're talking too? For as long as I can remember, I've been lectured repeatedly on everything there is to know about Dust. It's early history, how to mine it, proper and effective refinement techniques, and applications that range from flashlight batteries to jet fuel.” She frowned, and turned back to her bed. “So excuse me if I don't find it to interesting. At this point, it's just a matter of fact than anything else.”

“You're being cynical again.” On the bottom of Yang's bunk, Blake had her blankets drawn to her chest, and had just set aside her novel on the nightstand. “I've been to Dust field before, lots of time actually, and I've never found them anything less than beautiful.”

“What were you doing in Dust fields?” Weiss asked, slipping beneath her covers.

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

For a moment, the agitation that marked Weiss' face flickered, and was replaced with a look of uncertainty. It was brief however, and Weiss gave short grunt before rolling over onto her side, her back facing Blake.

“You think they'll let us take any home? You know, as a souvenir?” Yang's bunk shifted and creaked as she adjusted herself into bed. Despite trying to get into a comfortable position, she doubted she would actually be getting too much sleep, she was rather looking forward to this field trip, and was much too excited. Oh well, if she overslept Weiss would just wake her up. “Weiss is just a big alarm clock if you think about it?”

“How am I an alarm clock?”

“I was thinking the same thing!” Ruby said, sitting up with a grin, looking back at her sister.

“Really?” Yang also sat up and happily looked back at her sister. “I just really love it when our brains think up the same stuff.”

“Quick! Think of something!”

“Banana-rama sundae!”

Ruby blew a disappointed raspberry, and flopped back down onto her pillow. “I was thinking about rubber ducks.”

“You two are idiots,” Weiss said, pulling at her sheets and pulling them over her head.

“Goodnight you three.” Reaching out, Blake pushed the button on the lamp that lit up the room, and flooded the it with darkness. Normally when she did this, it was a means to silence her teammates, so that she could read in peace in the dark. However, this time she had to agree with Weiss, it was time to go to bed.

On her bunk, Ruby pulled her blankets over her, wrapping them around her shoulders. Rolling over, she found her face hitting something hard. Blindly reaching out, she felt the cool hardcover of her Grimmr bestiary textbook. She was a little upset that she wasn't able to get more studying in before bed, Grimm study was one of her favorite classes, learning about all the different kinds of monsters was something that interested he. It always made her think of stories she'd read as a child, about heroes slaying monsters, and she'd always imagined her being the one to put the monsters down, saving the people and being the hero of whatever story was going through her head.

She threw the text book to the foot of her bed, a soft thud confirming that her had not missed, and accidentally thrown it to the floor. Stifling a soft yawn, Ruby hugged her blankets and corgi pillow to her body and buried her face into her pillow. Soon, she was dreaming sweet dreams about being a hero who defeated the fierce monsters that wanted to eat the innocent.

It was her favorite kind of dream.

000

The room was large and spacious. Around the walls were columns, and pictures, and signs. Holographic displays were also present, the screens flickering to something new every few minutes, a soft female voice accompanying the images. There were a number of people already here, admiring the exhibits and enjoying the varying tidbits of knowledge that they were learning.

It was then a group of people walked through the open doors. The group consisted of teenagers, mostly seventeen-year olds, and the odd fifteen-year old one, all being led by a blonde woman with an overly professorial demeanor to her.

“Dust, as many of you know, is one of the primary tools against Grimm,” explained Glynda Goodwitch, hands folded neatly behind her back, as she walked into the room, leading the students. “However in the years since its discovery, it has gained many more contemporary means, such as power sources, and because of that Dust mines have become a industry in themselves. There are of course who see naturally spawning crystals as something a of a natural beauty and do not wish to see that beauty destroyed, so natural preserves have been set up to insure that they are not tarnished.” She then sharply turned on her heel and faced the large group of students that trailed behind her. “Does everyone understand that?”

There were varying nods and groans of clarification came from the students.

Glynda sighed, and slightly shook her head. “Today you are going to learn about Dust from first hand experiences. The nature preserve is ten square miles with plenty of natural forming Dust shards around. To start things off you will be allowed a two hour free period to explore the grounds as you see fit. After that, we will all meet back here in the main building, where we will meet for lunch, and the scheduled tour. If any of your have any questions, please come to either me, or the reservation employees.

“I should also note to please be careful, large dust fields such as these have been known to attract Grimm, so best be on your guard.”

When there was no more to be said, Glynda dismissed the students, who then wandered off the varying exhibits inside and outside the room. Out of all the student, a small group in particular walked off to the side and ended up next to a column that held a collection of small blue crystals that gave off a chilly air.

“Well, two hours is a lot of time,” Ruby asked, turning to the person next to her. “What could we do in two hours before he have to make it back?”

“We could look around, I guess,” Jaune said, a bit unsure. “I've never been here, so I'm not too sure what else we could do. I'm open to suggestions.”

Ruby nodded in agreement. Being the first friend she had made when she had come to Beacon, she liked to spend time with Jaune when she was not able to with her own team, and Jaune felt likewise. The friendship they had was enough for Team RWBY and Team JNPR to often be seen around with each-other, and both leaders had hoped that it would spark similar relationships between the two. Though nothing to that extent had formed, they were rather friendly towards one another, and for the moment, that was fine enough.

Both leaders turned around and saw the remaining members of their two teams before them; Weiss, Blake, Yang, Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren.

“So, does anyone else have any suggestions?” Ruby asked, taking a step to the group. “If not, I think looking around might be fun.”

“Oh! Oh!”

“Yeah, Nora?” Jaune said, looking to Nora, who was rapidly waving her hand madly.

“How 'bout the giftshop?” she asked, jumping forward so that she was inside the group. “Those are always just so much fun! Last time I went to one I got this giant rubber snake!”

“She hid it in my pillow as a joke,” Ren said, rather nonchalant. “But yeah, a gift shop sound interesting.”

“I was thinking we learn more about the exhibits here.” Pyrhha gestured to the varying collections around them. “Dust is a very interesting subject, so there's no harm with looking at what is here.”

“I still want to see some of these giant crystals.” At this point, Yang was already heading towards the door that lead to the preserved lands.

“Do you even know where you'd be going?” Blake asked, a hand at her hip.

Yang stopped in her tracks. “...No. I don't think I do.” She then shrugged casually. “But how hard can they be to find?”

“You have no idea how natural Dust is formed, do you?” asked a rather annoyed Weiss. “Dust just doesn't pop out of the ground in fully formed crystals. It's often found deep below the ground in thin veins.”

Yang turned back to Weiss, and folded her arms over her chest. “Then what's so special about this place?”

“This place has unusually large deposits of Dust, as well as oddly-sized naturally forming crystals,” Weiss explained. “Because of these formations, the potential mining of this land could could be potentially worth tens of millions.”

“What?” Ruby gasped out a chocked response.

“If it's worth that much, how come no one has been allowed to mine here?” Pyrrha asked.

Weiss opened her mouth, as if to answer, but Blake spoke first.

“It's because this land was the sight of several of the early battles after Dust's discovery, and many of those battles were what let mankind take its place in the world. It's considered a historical landmark, so no one is allowed to touch it, not even the Schnee Dust Company.” Blake seemed rather proud of this fact, while Weiss seemed a bit annoyed. “They've certainly tried.”

“Don't have to tell me that,” Weiss replied, a bit of a growl at her throat. “Last time I was here, my father spent hours trying to negotiate with the land owners, but nothing he offered was good enough, and they turned down everything.”

“So, you've been here before?” Jaune asked.

Weiss nodded. “Yes. I was thirteen at the time, so I was never actually able to sit in on the negotiations. I did spend some time wandering the grounds though.”

“And you know your way around here?” Ruby asked, stepping up to her.

“You could say that.”

Yang stepped between Ruby and Weiss, and gave the heiress almost no personal space. “Know anything about giant crystals then?”

“Just take the directory. They're marked there.”

“Yeah! But those will just be covered in people!” Yang spread her arms and gestured to the groups of students and tourist around them. “I'd never get to see anything good! I mean, unless you know of some quiet place with giant crystals.”

“...”

“You do, don't you?”

Weiss averted her eyes slightly. “I might. Last time I was here, I found a grouping of crystals with no one around them, It was rather out of the way, off the beaten path as you might say, so there's no real reason for people to be there. Even I have to admit it looked impressive.”

“Then let's go!” Yang cheered. “If little Miss Jaded Pants found it cool, it's got to cool!” She turned to Ruby and Jaune. “What do you say, Team Leaders, want to check it out?”

“But Weiss doesn't wear pants...” Ruby said simply, minding the annoyed Weiss in the corner of her eye. She then looked to Jaune, who shrugged. Ruby, in response, shrugged back. “Yeah, sure, it sounds like it could be fun.”

000

After leaving the main building, Ruby was able to get a better look at the landscape of the preserve. It was mostly gray rock on a dusty plaine, with a few clumps of small forests spread throughout the small hills, as well as a few rivers.

What caught her eye the most however were the small crystal sticking out of the ground. Many of them were large, thought not as large as Yang made them out to be, mostly they were the size of large rocks, maybe a bit bigger than a cat. They were shiny though, coming in various colors, if a bit rough-looking. They stuck out of varying places, out of the ground, between tree roots, beneath water, and out of cliff wall. They were very pretty.

Being the only one who knew where the spot was, Weiss was the one to lead them. She took them down the designated trail first, before eventually leading them into a small forest, and even though she complained about mud getting onto her boots, they still persisted on. Eventually, the forest led them to a small ravine, where they passed a babbling brook, until eventually they made it to a small opening in a stone wall. They entered the opening, and Ruby was presented with some of the most beautiful thing she had even seen.

The cave was large, with smoothed stone walls, cool, and glistening with condensation. However, what really caught their attention were the large veins of glowing crystal which stuck out of the wall, as well as the sharp crystals that jutted out of the ground, some taller than even Jaune.

“Wow.” Ruby awed at the sights, as well did the others. She walked up to one of the large crystals and carefully put a hand on the rough surface, and she could feel a soft energy pulsating from within.

“Now this, this is pretty cool,” Yang said, walking into the center of the cavern. She spun around on her heel in order properly survey the room.

“It's beautiful!” Pyrrha knelt down to a vein in the floor, tracing a hand around the edged where the crystal met dirt and rock. “I've read about mines like this, but I've never had an actual chance to see them.”

Nora laughed excitedly as she bounced between the crystals, Ren following close behind her. “Careful Nora, you don't know what kind of power those things have.”

She stopped in mid-skip, and on one foot spun around to meet him. “Are they dangerous?”

“Of course they can be dangerous,” Weiss chastised. “Dust isn't like coal, iron or even diamond, you can't just hack away at it with a pickaxe.”

“She's right,” Blake continued for her. “Large crystals can have some power to them, and if treated in an incorrect manner, it can fire potentially harmful discharges.”

“Really?” Jaune asked nervously, stopping her hand before tapping the crystal. Cautiously, he began to slowly walk backwards, and away from the crystals, and ended up walking right into Ruby. With a high-pitched yelp, Ruby tumbled down, landing right into a wet patch of dirt. “Sorry!”

Ruby groaned as she pushed herself up to her feet, wiping the dirt off her hands.

“Watch where you're going!” Weiss walked up to Jaune and thrust her finger at his chest, pushing him back a step, almost causing him to fall backwards.

“Weiss, don't, it's okay,” Ruby said, wiping more dirt off her corset and skirt. Looking over her shoulder she saw more on her cape. “Well that sucks. I like this cape.”

Jaune apologetically looked down at the ground, and scratched his neck. “Really sorry Ruby.”

Ruby's response was to shake her head. “No problem, Jaune. It's just some mud, it won't take too long to get off.” She then looked up, and right towards the cave exit. “Wasn't there a river or something not too far from here?”

“Yeah, about fifteen minutes away,” Blake said, looking between the cave opening and Ruby. “It'll be about a half-hour round-trip, just to get out some mud?”

The small girl gave a little smirk as she walked towards the exit. “I'll be back in five minutes, ten if I decide to look around first.”

Weiss tried to say something, but before she could get anything out, Ruby was gone, a trail of rose petal floating in her wake.

“That dolt,” she said, looking at the spot where she had been. With her gone, Weiss turned around to look around at the crystals in the game, but her attention was caught by a strange crunching sound. Turning around she saw a small section of the stone and dirt floor shift and collapse slightly into the ground. To her confusion, a small dark shape emerged.

Then there was darkness.

000

It was not long after when Ruby found herself walking back down the rough path, wringing the remaining water out of her cape. She had managed to find the river rather easily, and soon the mud was washed out of her cape, though it was heavy and damp with cold water, though with the sun shining bright, she didn't have to worry about that for long as it began to dry. Grabbing along the edges of her cloak, she began to wave her arms back and forth, flapping the fabric in the air in an attempt to dry it further before she reached the cave where she had left her friends.

Dirt and gravel crunching under her boots, the cave came into her view. For a moment, she considered just speeding in, just to see if she could scare anyone, but decided against it. The bright light outside, combined with the darkness inside made it difficult to see the interior of the cave, and she might run into someone by accident, and she didn't want to end up hurting someone.

Then again, it was always fun scaring Weiss and Jaune...

Crouching down slow to the ground, she aimed directly for the cave. Her muscled tensed in her body, the legs in particular, as she began to increase the flow of her aura, and she suddenly burst forward. The scenery became a blur as she post past everything, Soon, she had flown right into the cave, and she ceased her aura, and her stuck her feet out and allowed herself to stop.

“BAM!” she cried out, after she and slid to a stop, arms in the air and cape waving behind her.

No on screamed in shock, no one fell back, no one angrily called her name, and no one laughed at the joke. Just silence.

Instead, what she saw only confused her.

Her seven friends were all on the floor, none of them moving. Ruby had began to intimidatingly worry, seeing them like this, and she began to think the worst. The worry then turned back to confusion when she saw that there was something else in the cavern.

Sitting between them, in the center of the room, was a Grimm. Or, at least something that could have been a Grimm, Ruby didn't know because she had never seen anything like it before.

It was small, maybe no larger than a medium-sized dog, a thick body standing on four legs, dark black fur that faded into a purple near the bottom. The head was large, with large floppy ears atop, a bone-white mask with red markings covering its face, and glowing yellow eyes, like all Grimm, with a long trunk peeking out from the under it, and two large tusks sticking upwards from the bottom jaw.

She stared at it for a moment, simply trying to figure out what she was seeing, when suddenly it opened its mouth, and let out a long, wheezing groan.

Instinct taking over, Ruby reached behind her back and grabbed Crescent Rose. In the brief moment from her back to being pulled to her side, it had shifted from the compact rifle form, to the large and threatening scythe it was. She pointed it directly at the Grimm, and put her finger on the trigger, ready to fire, when her hands lost all feeling to them.

Her vision became blurry, and her eyelids became difficult to keep open. Her body started to feel like rubber, and it felt like too much effort to simply hold them up. With a head that felt as though it was no longer attached to her neck, Ruby fell over, her weapon coming down with her, and landing between her arms.

Ruby was not certain how long she was on the ground, be it either only a second or an hour, but she was certain that she could see the creature creeping towards her, its truck extending to her face.

She wanted to do something, to fight, to scream, anything, but she couldn't. All she could do was sleep.

000

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Gametime

Summary: In which Ruby brings something home, and Weiss has issues.

Fipp: An idea that came to me after seeing several RWBY/GTA pictures.

Gametime

“I hate it.”

“Oh come on! It's just the start screen!”

“I already hate it.”

Ruby pouted. “Oh come on, Weiss, it won't be as bad as last time!”

Weiss shot Ruby a sharp glance. “That stupid space-zombie one wasn't worth my time.”

“Just because you couldn't figure out how to work the door, didn't mean-”

Weiss groaned. “Please don't talk about that.”

Ruby rolled her eyes, and looked back to the TV screen.

000

It had started a few weeks ago, when the students of Beacon were awarded a three day weekend. On a whim, Ruby and Yang had decided to visit their father for the short holiday. They bid their farewells to their friends on Thursday evening, before retuning on Sunday night. With them they had brought stories of their trip, of meeting old friends, of their father, varying articles of clothing, and...

“What is that?” Weiss skeptical asked, pointing to the clunky black and white box Ruby was holding.

Ruby beamed, holding the box up. “This, Weiss, is my XstationU!”

“...What?”

“It plays video games,” Yang answered, turning on a holographic screen of the TV they had brought with them as well. “Ever play any as a kid?”

Weiss only stared.

“Not even a wakka wakka wakka?”

“What does that even mean?”

“I bet you had a very sad childhood.”

The glare became hard. “For the last time Yang, I-”

“So, Ruby,” Blake said, stepping between Yang and Weiss. “What did you bring this here for?”

Ruby looked up from the mess of wires that had appeared. “Well, when we were visiting Dad, Yang and I ended up staying until like three in the morning playing video games. I got it for my birthday a few years ago, and we'd always had fun with it. So, we decided to bring it back to Beacon with us. No reason to just let it get all dusty in my room.”

“Are you kidding me?” Weiss asked, stepping to the console. “We are students at one of the most advance and prestigious scho-”

“Are you going on a rant? Yang asked, rolling her eyes. “I hate it when you go on rants. Because if you're going to say stuff like video games are for kids, and how it will get in the way of our studies, don't worry about it.”

“Yeah, Yang played this as much as me, and she always did better with her grades than me.” Ruby turned on the screen, the holographic image flaring up. She played with the panel for a moment, readjusting the size if the screen until it was large enough. “And with you around, I'll never get to dragged into them, because I know you'll drag me out of them.” She smiled. “Everything works out fine.”

Frowning, Weiss looked to Blake. “And what are your opinions?”

Blake looked down at the console, keeled down, and pressed a button on the XstationU. A small circle on the front, which had previously been dark, suddenly glowed with a soft green light.

“It might be fun,” she said, looking back to Weiss.

Weiss groaned, and then left the room.

000

Since then, Ruby had made sure to make the best use of her time. She always made sure to study, to attend classes, to get outside and enjoy the sun, but she would usually dedicate an hour or so to her games, and maybe a few on the weekends.

Though, she was rarely alone when she did. Ever since she got her XstationU, she always found it boring, and a bit lonely to play by herself, so she always made she to play with a friend. She was very happy to hear that her teammates, as well as JNPR, would have been happy to play along with her.

She was pleasantly surprised that Ren like more actiony games. Those were her favorite kind of game, she she could just throw a character against waves of enemies, only to hack them into little bits. Ren usually didn't talk, Ruby did most of that, excited about what was happening on the screen, but it was still fun.

Pyrrha really hadn't played games that much, but she was willing to give it a shot. She really took to some of the sporting games, though Ruby never was able to really figure out what was going on, or where the ball was going, or what the difference between a quarterback and a first baseman was. One was golf, that was certain.

Nora loved horror games, sadly for her. Anything with monsters and darkness and horrible scary things would send Nora into uncontrollable laughter, even it would occasionally make Ruby hide under her cloak, clutching her puppy dog pillow to her for protection. Nora seemed to take too much pleasure in going “boo”.

With Jaune, she liked playing an open-world game made entirely out of blocks. It was rather nice to play at a leisurely pace, just digging mines, building houses, setting forests on fire on accident. They had actually made a very impressive city consisting of the most random structures ever. The giant glass wolf was defiantly her favorite.

Yang as usually up for anything, so long as it had co-op, or something that let her and Ruby play against each other. She always loved the competitive edge those games had, and the one-on-one matches were a way they hand bonded. Though, she really didn't like it when they played some of those party games, they usually ended badly...

Blake overall didn't have any particular tastes. Like Yang, she was up for anything, but she always paid attention to the stories. Even if it played terribly, Blake would love it if it had a good story behind it. She would always analyze it, take apart the details of the plot, tell her if it was good or bad. Talking about the games' stories were always fun.

Then there was Weiss...

Ruby had tried a number of games for them to play together, but Weiss never really seemed to enjoy any of them, let alone give them a chance. She would either dismiss them as beings wastes of time and brain cells, or play for fifteen minutes before just tossing the controller aside and leaving the room. All the failure and rejection was not something Ruby had appreciated, and she found herself driven to find something, at least one thing, that Weiss and her could enjoy together.

If she had been a little more froward-thinking, she would have seen that this game was a very bad choice.

“You just shot someone,” Weiss said in a bored tone of voice.

“That's kind of the point,” Ruby said, rather excited.

“The point of this game is to gun down innocent civilians?”

“Well, not, you're supposed to shoot at the cops.”

“Yeah, that's much better.”

Rolling her eyes, Ruby looked back to the screen, currently a split-screen to allowed multi-player. One her half of the screen, she moved her character next to Weiss' character, and paused the game.

“Okay, how about we do a mission?”

Weiss gave an apathetic sigh. “Fine, whatever, let's just get this over.”

After several moments of button tapping, Ruby smiled as the mission she had selected began. “Okay! I got it!”

“What are we supposed to do here?”

“We're supposed to go down to the docks, and blow up some shipments of dust.”

“...”

“Yeah, they're being imported from the country's biggest dust producers.”

Ruby didn't notice Weiss' hard glare. “Is that so?”

Happily nodding, Ruby remained oblivious. “Yeah, apparently he's supposed to be some sort of crime lord. The Hagel Dust Company is-” She turned back to Weiss and saw the rather less-than-pleasant expression. “You okay?”

“...”

Realization dawned, and she nervously giggled. “Oh. Yeah, I heard that this was supposed to be some sort of parody on-”

“Let's just get this over with.” Weiss angrily turned back to the screen. “I'll drive.”

“What! But I-!”

“You're terrible. You keep crashing into everything, and wedging us between buildings. I actually want to get there are be done with this. Then, we never speak of this again, and you never drag me into this nonsense again.”

Reluctantly, Ruby agreed, and got into a car with Weiss, driving off to where the mission was.

“I cannot honestly understand why this appeals so much to you Ruby,” Weiss continued. “This is overly violent, it encourages you to go on massacre, there's also drug use and I won't even begin with the language!”

“I get it Weiss, you don't like it,” Ruby mumbled, any sense of fun vanishing.

“Honestly, this whole thing is just-” Weiss then abruptly stopped, and pulled the car to a halt.

“Uh, Weiss? You okay?” Weiss made no reply to Ruby's query, instead, she only stared at the screen. Looking at Weiss' half herself, Ruby saw that Weiss was slowly moving the camera so that it was following an NPC that was walking just outside the car. She really didn't see anything too odd about it, just an NPC that she'd seen numerous time; an older man with white hair.. She really couldn't figure out Weiss would-

That was when Weiss pulled the car back, and slammed the white-haired man into the wall. She pulled back, and immediately crashed into him again. When the car pulled away again, the body lifelessly flopped to the ground.

“Uh, Weiss,” Ruby said, trying to get her friend's attention, but was sadly ignored as Weiss backed the car over the body, and burned out over it. When the body flung from under the screeching tire, and down the street, Weiss immediately tore down the street, her previous careful driving gone, now replaced with aggressive recklessness.

“You okay Weiss?” Ruby tried, cautiously, trying to get some sort of response, but she was unable to even get a glare in her direction. She only stared at the screen, a determined scowl, marked her face, her eyes never bothering to look away from it.

Eventually, they reached their destination, the docks, and Ruby was going to suggest getting out of the car, sneaking around as to collect what ammo they could before they began their assault.

Weiss however took the initiative to simply crash their car into the first set of goons she saw, jump out of the flying vehicle, and then gun down everything she saw. Ruby had died in the explosion of the car as it hit a wall.

As the match wore on, Ruby found herself being killed a number of more times, usually as a result of getting caught in Weiss' crossfire as she shot at everything that came into her view. All her complaints about team-killing went ignored, and after a while she began to think that was for the best; the scowl had turned angry, very angry, she began to grind her teeth, and her hands gripped the controller so tight that Ruby was honestly worried she would snap it in half.

However, the worry doubled once Weiss found a rocket launcher and proceeded to destroy the actual dust shipping containers, and she was certain that she could hear Weiss muttering things to herself.

“All I wanted was a puppy...”

“How is an A- adequate?”

“At least come to my recitals...”

“I'll wear my hair however I want...”

The muttering started to become louder, somehow more angry and bitter, and Ruby found herself scooting further away from Weiss. She was also maybe a little afraid.

After ten minutes of trying to stay out of Weiss' rampage, and failing, the final shipment of Dust was destroyed, with the help of a very expensive looking car that Weiss had somehow acquired, and blew up with a grenade.

Weiss then jumped up, threw the controller to the ground and shouted.

“FUCK YOU!” The scream was loud, loud enough that Ruby was certain every dorm on the floor heard it, loud enough to cause her to fall back, and hide under her cape. Even though she had become increasingly angry as the game continued, the sudden shouting and swearing were certainly a surprise to Ruby, and she tried to make herself as small as possible since she didn't know what to expect next.

Shoulders rose and fell as deep haggard breaths came from Weiss, her eyes burning though the screen. She the closed her eyes, and took one large deep breath, held it for a moment, before letting it go slowly.

“That was,” she said, her voice strangely calm. “That was rather fun, Ruby.” Weiss looked back at Ruby, with an oddly content smile on her face, something she found rather disturbing. “I think I'll look forward to more of this in the future.” Without saying anything else, Weiss dusted off her dress and walked out of the door, quietly closing it behind her.

Now alone, Ruby looked to her side, and to the smashed game controller.

“I'm going to need to buy a lot of those.”

000

“I really don't see what the big deal is,” Yang whispered to Ruby, both girls sitting on the elder one's bunks.

“It's weird!” Ruby whispered back her eyes not leaving the corner of the room.

“So what? She likes that game. I'll admit I'm surprised that she likes it at all. I thought she'd be more into those point and click ones.”

“No, but you see, when she plays it, she gets really, really, really angry. Then when she's done, she's all happy and stuff. It's kind of freaky!”

Yang rolled her eyes

“I'm serious!” Ruby pointed to Weiss playing her game. On the screen, it looked like Weiss was setting someone on fire with a gas can.

“Yeah, and? I do that all the time. Though, I don't need a gas can.”

“But it always ends in overkill!” Back on the screen, Weiss had begun to shoot at the bodies with a machine gun, the force of the bullets pushing them across the ground. “I dunno, she' just crazy.”

“I say anger issues,” came a voice from below the bunk. “You two are aware I can hear you, right?”

Ruby and Yang quickly glanced at each other. “We know that,” Yang said.

“Wait? Anger issues?” Ruby looked over the edge of the bed, looking upside-down at Blake. Yang soon joined her, her long blonde hair almost reaching the below mattress.

Closing her book, Blake sat up and leaned to the sisters. “I think she's just using that game to relieve some major anger issues she has.”

“Really?” Ruby asked, pulling her head back up slightly. “You think it's with me? Did I do something?”

Blake's ears twitched. “No, I can hear what she's muttering, and she's not mentioned you at all.”

“Then what's she saying?” Yang asked.

Looking at Weiss again, Blake cat ears twitched again. “She has a surprisingly colorful vocabulary, and none of it is directed at any of us.”

Ruby looked to Weiss, who was now in a firefight is several police officers. “Can you hear who?”

Blake didn't answer right away, she only narrowed her eyes, her ears flickering. “You know,” she said, finally. “Weiss kind of reminds me of a friend I had. He was a nice man, but he also had some trouble with his temper.”

“You mean like Yang?”

Yang shot Ruby a death glare with slightly red eyes.

“No. Yang gets angry, explodes, and then it goes away as quickly as it came. My friend would bottle everything up, but you could always tell something was wrong. Eventually, it would all just come out.” Blake lowered her eyes. “It was never a pleasant sight.”

“What are you saying?”

Blake looked back to Ruby. “What I'm saying is that let her have her fun. Let her vent whatever issues she has. It'll be better in the long run if she does.” With that, she picked up her book and continued where she left off.

Ruby pulled herself back up, and Yang followed. “I think I'm going to agree with Blake here.”

“You sure?” Yang asked back.

On the screen, Ruby saw Weiss dive-bomb a jet, missiles firing off, right into a helicopter.

“Yeah... I'm sure.”

000

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Valentines from Ruby

Fipp: Well, here's a late Valentines Day story. I was supposed to have this out two days ago, but I'm lazy.

The story itself isn't too shippy, it's just Ruby being a genuinely good-natured person. That's a trait about her that I like, and I hope they don't ruin it by making things too gritty, or by makking her seems naively stupid.

Valentines from Ruby

Blake watched as Ruby skid as she entered the hallway, almost crashing into the wall.

“Hey Ruby,” Yang said, casually waving to her sister.

“Hey guys!” Ruby answered, excitingly. “Just hold on!” She then picked up a small backpack and began to rummage through it.

“Hold on for what?” Blake asked, trying to peak into the bag, but every effort was foiled by Ruby's arm, which never stood still for a moment.

“Just a minute,” Ruby said. “Got them!” She then pulled out two small red bags, and held them out to Yang and Blake. “Happy Valentines Day!” she cheered, a large smile on her face.

“Oh!” said Yang, rather excited, taking the bag that had her name on it.

“Um, thanks?” said Blake, rather unsure, as she took her bad from Ruby. Looking inside the bag, Blake saw a handful of small, heart-shaped chocolates at the bottom, as well as a white card. She took the card out, and opened it, and instantly smelt roses, not surprising since there was a rose petal glued to the inside, as well as a message.

Dear Blake,

I love being your teammate, you're always great to hangout with since we like the same types of books, and it's always nice to have a quiet moment when things get noisy. If things start getting bad, I know I can count on you to being a voice of reason.

You also have very cute kitty ears.

Love, Ruby

Below the message, there was a drawing, much better than Ruby's usual art, of the two of them holding hands inside a heart.

“Aw!” Yang cooed, looking over her card. “This is so sweet. I could just kiss you!”

Ruby shook her head. “No, that's fine!”

“No, I insist!” Yang then lunged at Ruby, and wrapped her arms around the younger girl's arms. Ruby's protests went ignored as Yang planted messy kisses all along Ruby's head, all the while providing over-exaggerated kissing noises.

Blake gave a small smile as she watched the antics between the two sisters. “So, how many of these are you giving away?”

Ruby finally managed to push her way out of Yang's hold and glared at her sister, who only grinned, before tuning back to Blake. “All my friends,” she said, fixing her messed up hair.

“Really/” Blake asked, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, she does this every year,” Yang said, picking a chocolate out of her bag.

Ruby nodded. “When I was little, like kindergarten, our teacher made us make Valentines for everyone in the class. Since then, I've always made cards to give to my friends. I know you're only supposed to give them to people that you, you know, really love, but I love all my friends, and I never wanted any of them to feel left out.”

Blake looked down to her car, and down to the backpack, where she could see more red bags. “Actually Ruby,” she said, looking back up to Ruby. “That is incredibility sweet of you, thank you.”

Ruby grinned widely.

Reaching down, she picked up her bag. “Now if you excuse me, I have five other friends to find.” With that, she marched down the hallways, and soon turned a corner before disappearing from view.

Blake looked to Yang, who was already chewing through her second chocolate. “What does your says?”

Yang smiled as she picked up the card, opened it up, and held it in front of Blake's face.

Overall, it looked the same to what she had received, same card, same rose, but the message was different.

Dear Yang.

You've been my sister longer than I can remember, and you've always been there for me when I needed you the most. Even when you pushed me away because you felt I needed to do something alone, I always know you're never too far away.

You're the best sister ever.

Love Ruby.

Below the message, there was another picture. Though, instead of Ruby holding hands with Blake, she was holding hands with Yang.

Yang swallowed her treat. “See, sweet.”

“The chocolate or Ruby?”

“Both! Though, Ruby may be beating it by a hair.”

000

“I'm not getting this,” Jaune said, looking over his textbook, which rest on the lunch table.

“What aren't you getting, Jaune?” Pyrhha asked, moving over on the bench until she was sitting right next to him.

“I'm not getting why I need to take a gun safety course when I don't even have a gun!” Jaune reached down and closed the book. “Seriously, I'm like one of twenty people who doesn't have a weapon that's at least part gun.”

“Yes.” Pyrrha furrowed her eyebrows. “It is rather strange, is it not?”

“I think it's something everyone should learn, in case they want to try different things.”

Both Jaune and Pyrrha looked across the table at Ruby. “Where did you come from?” he asked.

“Me?” Ruby asked, tilting her head as several rose pedals floated around her. “Oh, nowhere in particular.”

“Can we help you with something?” Pyrrha asked, sitting up straight.

“Yes you can!” Ruby nodded. “You can start by accepting these!” She then reached from under the table and pulled out two small red bags, and placed them in front of the pair. “Happy Valentines Days!”

“Um, thanks,” Jaune said, hesitantly pulling one of the bags to him, Pyrrha following his example. Inside, they both found chocolate, and they both found cards.

Dear Jaune,

You were the first friend I made at Beacon, and it's honestly one of the best things to have happened to me this year. We've both been put in charge of people who are depending on us, but as long as we can support each other, everything will turn out fine.

Both RWBY and JNPR will be legends, I know it.

Love Ruby.

Dear Pyrrha,

You're smart and strong, and everything I want to be when I become a Huntress. I'm two years too early, and I have a long way to go, but if I can get even half-way to where you are, all the hard work will be worth it.

I really hope I get to learn a lot from you.

Love Ruby.

“Thanks Ruby,” Jaune said, scratching the back of his head. “I honestly wasn't expecting to get anything like this.”

“Yes, it's a very kind gesture,” Pyrrha said, smiling. “It's very nice of you to do this.”

“Think nothing of it.” Ruby pushed herself out of her seat and stood up. “I just want you two to know how much I appreciate you.” She then reached down and picked up her bag. “I have to hurry now, I still have work to do.” With her cape trailing behind him, Ruby walked off and out of the room.

“It smells nice,” Jaune said, sniffing the card.

“I rather like the drawings,” Pyrhha said, looking down at the card. “Cute.”

000

“Why do Valentine hearts look the way they do?” Nora asked aloud.

“I'm not too sure,” Ren replied, sitting down on the locker room bench as he examined his weapon.

“That's not what real hearts look like. I've seen anatomy books, and they look nothing like that.” Standing up, she balanced on the bench on one foot. “Why not use real hearts?”

Ren didn't look up from inspecting his magazine chambers. “I think it would be bad for marketing, maybe too graphic.”

“I think it would be gross,” Ruby said, walking into the room.

“Captain Ruby!” Nora spun around, stood straight and saluted.

“Uh, stand down?” Ruby said, unsure.

“Aye-aye!” Nora jumped to the floor.

“Hey Ruby,” Ren said, running a finger along one of the guns' blades.

“Looking for something?” Nora asked, slightly bouncing from foot to foot.

“You two actually.” Ruby reached into her bag and brought out two small red bags. “I wanted to g-Hey!”

Nora had snatched the bags and looked at them intently. “Valentine bags?” Grinning, she placed on bag on Ren's head, and quickly began rummaging through hers. Calmly, Ren placed his weapons down beside him, and reached up and took his bag off his head.

Dear Nora,

You are perhaps the most energetic person I have ever met in my entire life, and I wouldn't change that for anything. You never let anything get you down, and you have a way of rubbing off on people, so it's really hard to be upset with you around.

I also love how alike Crescent Rose and Magnhild are, too awesome.

Love Ruby.

Dear Ren,

I really like that that despite never saying much, you never go off to be on your own, and would rather hang out with your friends. Most people like that, they tend to be rude and not nice, but you're probably one of the most gentle people I know.

Really, Nora's lucky to have a friend like you.

Love Ruby.

“Aw!” Nora cooed. “Look at how cute these are!” She jumped down from the bench and began to pat Ruby on the head, much to her distress. “Did you make these yourself?”

Ruby slapped away Nora's hand. “Yeah, I did. I mean, I bought the things they're made out of, because I can't make paper, and I really wanted to find the perfect rose so I spent-”

“You're rambling,” Ren said simply.

“Sorry...”

“Don't be. They're very nice. You put a lot of work into them, you should feel proud of yourself.”

Nora nodded in agreement. “All the best things that I gave Ren were stuff I made myself.”

Reaching into her bag, Ruby pulled out the last bag. “It's the thought that counts, and I put a lot of that into them.” She then spun around and her heel. “Now if you excuse me, I have one more to deliver!”

With that, Ruby had left the locker room.

“I still think the heart should look like a real heart.”

Ren said nothing, but that was enough for her.

000

Weiss sat at the desk in the RWBY dorm, going over homework. It was history, more specifically about some of the earlier battles against Grimm when mankind discovered Dust.

Her eyes scanned the text book pages, occasionally looking away to write down a note, or to look for one that she had previously written to makes certain that she had gotten her facts right.

She had been so into her studies that she did not notice the door open, or Ruby slipping in and sneaking behind her.

“Hey Weiss!” she called.

Weiss' response was to scream, and throw her pencil into the air.

“Ruby!” she yelled, spinning her chair around to face the younger girl. “What have I told you about doing that?”

“Sorry,” Ruby apologized, shrinking in stature slightly. She then reached her hand out, offering the bag. “Hey Weiss, Happy Valenti-!”

“No,” Weiss said, flatly, then turning back around to her studies.

“Huh?” Ruby said, dejected, her arms slumping. “But, Valen-”

Weiss didn't look up. “I said no.”

“But, why not?” Ruby's voice was now small, and sad.

Weiss sighed, and turned around and looked Ruby in the eye. “As far as I'm concerned, this holiday is a waste of time. All it does is force couples to spend outrageous amounts of money, because otherwise if you get your “special someone” some sort of ridicules gift, you obliviously don't love them at all.”

“...I've never thought that.”

Rolling her eyes, Weiss turned back around, and began to jot down notes.

Ruby looked down at the gift in her hand. “I still got you something.”

“We're not a couple, Ruby.”

“You're still my friend. That's good enough for me.”

The writing stopped, and for a moment Weiss considered what to do. Groaning in defeat, she once again turned around to face Ruby. “Fine, let me see it.”

Ruby's expression immediately brightened up, a wide smile spreading over her face. She practically shoved the gift into Weiss' hands.

Like the previous six before her, Weiss took the bad, opening it up, took note of the chocolates inside, picked out the card, and read it.

Dear Weiss,

I know we didn't start off on the right foot, but I think it all turned out for the best. You helped me realize that I needed to take what I had more seriously than I had been, and there have been so many other moments between us, that I honestly can't decide which ones are the best.

You're my best friend Weiss, and I mean it.

Love, Ruby.

Weiss read the message. Then red it again, and Ruby was left wondering how she would react.

“Ruby,” she said finally. “I...” She paused. “Did you really mean what you wrote?”

Ruby happily nodded. “You're my best friend Weiss. I really mean that.”

Weiss opened her mouth, as though to say something, but didn't, and closed it again. She looked down at the card again, eyes moving back and forth as she reread it. Finally, she looked back to Ruby, a slight smile on her face. “Thank you, Ruby.”

“You liked it?” Ruby asked, grinning.

“I do,” said replied with a nod. “I don't often get gifts like this. It's very personal, I rather like it.”

“Really?” Ruby happily giggled.

Another nod.

“Do you want a hug too?”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Fine, you can h-”

Ruby wasted no time, a quickly latched onto Weiss' neck.

“Ruby! Get off me!”

“Nope.” Ruby nuzzled closer.

“Seriously, get off me!”

“Nope.”

Weiss groaned and let herself be hugged. Eventually, she came to enjoy it.

000

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RWBY Fanfic Prompts

Recently, I wrote a short RWBY fanfic, called "Comfort", and I had lots of fun doing it. I want to write some more, but nothing comes to mind, so I'm open for some prompts for one-shots!

There prompt requirements are as follow: The prompts must be for either Ruby, Weiss or Blake, as I've already written for one for Yang. Whatever prompt you give must fit into the "five times ___" theme that I had for "Comfort" (an overall theme that I like in fanfiction), in which the theme was "five times Yang hugged Ruby."

So, if you want to see Ruby, Weiss or Blake do something five times, just give me a prompt, and I might write something down.

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MINECRAFT

Guess who decided to get Minecraft on a whim?

Me.

Here's the house I built.

There's a little basement that leads to the mine I built, and there's a glass ceiling on the inside.

I feel like such an excited little dork.

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Comfort

Fipp: I've had this idea for a while, and it has some of my own ideas about the show mixed into it.

Very sickly sweet, especially the last part.

Comfort

Yang is seventeen, and Ruby is fifteen.

She's not a fan of the beds. The four beds in the Beacon dorms are too large for the room they share, yes they're rather comfy, but they take up too much space. They could have easily been smaller, or maybe even something like bunk beds.

The beds suddenly shifts, and Yang turns over to see Ruby staring back at her.

“Hey,” Yang says in a hushed voice. She doesn't want to wake either Blake or Weiss.

“Hey,” Ruby answers back.

“So, what brings you here?”

Ruby opens her mouth, but closes it. She doesn't say another for a few minutes, and that's okay with Yang, she always makes sure to give Ruby the time she needs.

Eventually, she does talk. She says that she's nervous, and that she's a bit afraid of tomorrow. Being flung into the air and decapitating a giant bird is easy, but things like test and homework were never her specialty.

Ruby lists her problems, and Yang listens.

Eventually, Yang puts her arms around Ruby and pulls her in to a hug, before kissing her on the forehead.

“Trust me, everything is going to be alright,” Yang whispers into her sisters ear, and that's all Ruby needs. Any doubts and fear are gone, and are replaced with comfort and content.

Eventually, they fall asleep, and several hours pass. At the crack of dawn, Ruby wakes up and slips out of Yang's embrace before silently moving to her own bed.

Before trying to catch a hour or so of sleep before they have to get ready for the day, she feels grateful that she's always had her sister.

000

Yang is sixteen, and Ruby is fourteen.

She's very worried about her younger sister. Ever since they had received the news, Ruby has been silent, saying almost nothing for the entire thing. She's expected her to say something, anything, at least today, but she'd only kept quiet.

After they had gotten home from the funeral, she finds Ruby sitting on the bathroom floor, leaning against the bathtub.

Yang didn't do anything at first, she just watched Ruby, who didn't even seem to notice the blonde at the door. All she did was stare at the white cloak in her lap that contrasted the black dress she was wearing.

Then walked over to Ruby, and sat down next to her. When it seemed that Ruby still didn't notice her, Yang put her arm around her sister and pulled her into her shoulder and hugged her tightly

“It's okay,” Yang softly said. “I'm here.”

At first, there was no reaction from Ruby, but she suddenly shuddered, and then there were sobs. Soon, she was loudly crying into Yang's shoulder as she clung as though for dear life.

As Ruby cried into Yang's shoulder, Yang stroked her hair. It was going to be hard for Ruby, but Yang would be there for her.

000

Yang is fifteen, and Ruby is thirteen.

Walking into the Ruby's room, Yang immediately steps on a crumpled up ball of paper. One of many that litter the floor.

Reaching down, Yang picks up the paper and unfurls it, and sees a schematic of a shotgun that turns into an ax. The overall drawing it rather messy, and a bit vague in most aspects, but she cans still tell what's what, though she think only the person who drew it knew what to look at.

She then looks up, and sees Ruby, sitting at her desk, surrounded by books and papers. The books are about weapons, and the papers are either crumpled or ripped in half. Ruby herself is pulling at her hair.

“You okay Ruby?” she asks, stepping closer to her younger sister. Ruby turns around and Yang can see how how distraught Ruby is, there are circles under her bloodshot eyes, her hair is a tangled mess, and just looks exhausted. “You don't look so good, did you get any sleep last night?”

Ruby says nothing, just turns back to her desk, and slams her head down. “I can't decide what I want.”

Walking over to Ruby, Yang looks at some of the other papers and sees more weapon designs. Guns, and swords, and knives and spears and grenade launchers. Each idea seemed more complicated then the previous one, and it was almost enough to make Yang's head spin.

“Are you still worried about going to Signal?” Yang asks, looking down at her sister. “You have two weeks before you start, you don't have to worry that much.”

“But Yang you don't understand!” Ruby cried, sitting up. “I want to be a Huntress when I grow up! And huntresses need weapons and I don't know what I want! I mean, there are so many cool things out that, that what if I end up picking something wrong, and I don't like it, or if I'm bad with it or-”

“Ruby!” Yang snapped, startling Ruby out of her tizzy. “You don't have to worry about what your weapon is going to be. At least not yet. You haven't started Signal yet, and even if you do, you'll have until the second half of your first year.” Leaning forward, Yang placed a hand on Ruby's shoulder. “You don't have to worry.”

Taking a deep breath, Ruby cast her gaze downwards. “I'm just worried I won't find something that fits me.” Reaching down, Ruby started to gather the papers and began to pile them into a messy stack. “I just...”

She then found herself being engulfed by one of Yang's hugs.

“Don't worry,” Yang said, tightening her hold of Ruby slightly. “I've never met anyone who gets as excited about weaponry as you. I have no doubts you'll find something you'll love before the school year even starts.”

Ruby softly smiled, content ebbing over her, and she leaned into Yang. Looking down, on the top of the stack was a drawing of a scythe.

000

Yang is eleven, and Ruby is nine.

Today is Ruby's ninth birthday. There had been a party with friends from school, a large chocolate cake, and presents all around. Yang loved parties, even if they weren't for her, and she'd had all sorts of fun, but she noticed that something was missing from the birthday; the birthday girl herself.

It didn't take long to find Ruby. She had been sitting on the front porch, her knees drawn close to her body, and her arms wrapped around them. Yang loved the dress Ruby was wearing, it was cute, and red, and Ruby had been very excited the entire week about wearing it for today. Though, the reason for that excitement had almost nothing to do with her birthday.

“Did you get any cake?” Yang asked, walking over to her sister. “There's still some left, and Dad wants to know if-”

“She didn't come,” Ruby said, her voice muffled by her legs. “She said she'd make it home by today, but she's not here. She promised.” She then buried her head into her knees, and began to shiver.

Yang knew who Ruby was talking about, and not for the first time, she found herself very resentful towards the person in question.

But those feelings wouldn't help at all right now, and she doubted venting about them to Ruby would be even less helpful. So instead, she sat down next to Ruby, and hugged her from behind.

“I'm sorry Ruby, I really am.”

Ruby's only response was to silently cry into her arms.

000

Yang is eight, and Ruby is six.

Grumbling, Yang tries to not open her eyes. She's not sure what time it is, but she can't feel the sunlight filtering through her eyelids, so it must still be night, and way past her bedtime.

“Yang...” a small voice says next to her.

Yang tries to ignore the voice, tries to bury herself further into her blankets and pillows.

“Yang...” the voice continues, and small hands grab the blankets and start weakly shaking her. “Wake up.”

For a moment, Yang considers yelling at Ruby, and it's not the first time she's had this thought. Ever since the wedding, ever since Ruby and her mommy moved in with her and her daddy, Yang has found out she wants them out as soon as possible.

When Daddy first started meeting the lady in the pretty white cape, she had like it at first because Ruby was fun to play with, but now she finds it the worst thing ever. She doesn't like that she has to share her house, her toys, her Daddy, or even her own bedroom which is now half Ruby's.

“Yang!” the voice is louder now, and the shaking is harder.

Having had enough, Yang throws the covers off herself, and sits up, ready to yell Ruby's head off.

But she doesn't.

Her voice catches in her throat when she sees what is standing by the side of her bed. Ruby is wrapped in the large and thick red blanket she drags around with her, there's a big floppy nightcap on her head, and it looks like she's about to cry.

“Yang,” she says, sounding small and frightened. “I had a nightmare.” Ruby pulls her blanket tighter around her. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

At first, Yang's not sure what to do. She still wants to yell at Ruby, but the longer she looks at her, she feels like it would be like kicking a hurt puppy, and she's doesn't want to do that.

“F-Fine,” Yang says, finally. She lifts the covers off her bed, and Ruby quickly crawls under them, and huddles as close to Yang as she possibly can.

Sighing to herself, Yang drops the blankets and lays back down, and finds herself with a small clump of warmth right next to her.

“Thank you,” Ruby says, she eyelids closing. “G'night.” It's only a few moments, but Yang is pretty sure Ruby is quickly asleep, and already seemed to be at much more at peace.

Earlier, Daddy had made her promise that she would have to be a good sister to Ruby, but at the time she didn't think anything about it. As she watched Ruby though, small and scared little Ruby, she began to think about those words more carefully.

Reaching her arm over, she grasped Ruby and pulled her close as she could, and lightly kissed Ruby on the forehead.

“I promise,” she said, sleepily. “I'll be the best big sister ever.”

000

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