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[RWBY] RWBY Shorts
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Whiter Rose: Bodyguard
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It's funny when realizations hit you. Often when you're doing something potentially unwise.
The realization hit Whitley Schnee like a slap to the face while he was standing in the middle of Vale's bustling commercial district. He had decided to leave his hotel where he was staying while he worked on the Vytal Festival for his father.
He was rich. He was famous. And he was completely, embarrassingly defenseless.
His name alone made him a walking target. His father's enemies, the White Fang, random opportunists: Any of them could decide today was the day to grab the youngest Schnee heir. And what would he do? Throw lien at them?
…Actually, that gave him an idea.
Whitley scanned the crowd until his eyes landed on the first person who looked like they might know how to throw a punch. Or shoot a gun. Or both.
She was standing outside a weapon shop, bouncing on her heels while eating a cookie the size of her face. Short black-and-red hair, bright silver eyes, and a massive scythe strapped to her back like it weighed nothing.
Perfect.
Whitley marched up to her, pulled out his wallet, and slapped an entire stack of high-denomination lien into her hands.
"You're a Huntress, correct?" he asked, voice crisp and business-like. "I require a bodyguard for the day. That should cover your fee, plus hazard pay. Do we have an agreement?"
Ruby Rose blinked at the money, then at him, then back at the money.
"Uhhhh… sure?" She tilted her head, cookie crumbs on her cheek. "Wait, are you being chased by Grimm right now? Or bad guys? Or both?"
"Not at this exact moment," Whitley said, already regretting everything and nothing. "But the odds are statistically high. Shall we?"
Ruby's entire face lit up like Crescent Rose on overdrive.
"OKAY!"
What followed was not a bodyguard assignment.
It was a roller coaster.
Ruby decided the best way to "protect" him was to show him how normal (As if either of them knew what that was) people lived in Vale. Within twenty minutes Whitley found himself in an arcade, holding a plastic gun and being screamed at by an overly enthusiastic Ruby.
"Shoot the zombies, Whitley! Not the civilians! No, not that civilian either—okay, maybe that one was a zombie, good job!"
He lost horribly. Ruby won every round and celebrated by buying him an oversized slushie "for morale."
Then came the "gallivanting" portion.
Ruby dragged him to a food truck festival, a weapons shop where she gave him an exhaustive rundown on so many guns that his eyes began to glaze (and he bought one just to shut her up and get out of there), and a comic book store where she spent forty minutes explaining why a certain issue of The Adventures of Xray and Vav was peak fiction. Whitley, who had never been allowed junk food or "frivolous reading material," discovered he actually liked both.
He didn't like getting shot at, which he learned quickly.
This happened when a small group of low-level White Fang thugs spotted his distinctive white hair and decided to make a quick score.
Ruby's reaction time was terrifying.
One second she was mid-sentence about weapon maintenance. The next, Crescent Rose was unfolded and she was a red-and-black blur of petals and high-velocity gunfire.
Whitley stood frozen as she took down four armed Faunus in under ten seconds without breaking a sweat.
When it was over, Ruby spun back to him, scythe collapsing with a cheerful shink, and offered the brightest smile he'd ever seen.
"You okay? They didn't even get close!"
Whitley stared at her, heart still hammering, adrenaline singing in his veins… and realized he was grinning like an idiot.
"That was the most fun I've had in my entire life."
Ruby laughed and punched his shoulder lightly. "See? Being a normal person is awesome! Well… mostly normal. With occasional gunfire."
By the time the sun began to set, Whitley was exhausted, sticky from various street foods, and carrying a small bag of comic books Ruby had insisted he needed "for cultural education."
They stopped at a quiet overlook near the cliffs.
Ruby turned to him, silver eyes sparkling in the dying light.
"So… same time next week? I still gotta teach you how to actually aim that pistol you bought earlier."
Whitley hesitated only a second before pulling out his scroll.
"I would like that very much." He held it out. "If you'll give me your number?"
Ruby's face went pink, but she beamed and quickly tapped her contact in.
"Deal! But only if you promise to let me drag you to the new amusement park when it opens. They have a ride that spins you upside down!"
Whitley, who had never been on an amusement park ride in his life, found himself nodding immediately.
"I look forward to it."
The realization hit Whitley Schnee like a slap to the face while he was standing in the middle of Vale's bustling commercial district. He had decided to leave his hotel where he was staying while he worked on the Vytal Festival for his father.
He was rich. He was famous. And he was completely, embarrassingly defenseless.
His name alone made him a walking target. His father's enemies, the White Fang, random opportunists: Any of them could decide today was the day to grab the youngest Schnee heir. And what would he do? Throw lien at them?
…Actually, that gave him an idea.
Whitley scanned the crowd until his eyes landed on the first person who looked like they might know how to throw a punch. Or shoot a gun. Or both.
She was standing outside a weapon shop, bouncing on her heels while eating a cookie the size of her face. Short black-and-red hair, bright silver eyes, and a massive scythe strapped to her back like it weighed nothing.
Perfect.
Whitley marched up to her, pulled out his wallet, and slapped an entire stack of high-denomination lien into her hands.
"You're a Huntress, correct?" he asked, voice crisp and business-like. "I require a bodyguard for the day. That should cover your fee, plus hazard pay. Do we have an agreement?"
Ruby Rose blinked at the money, then at him, then back at the money.
"Uhhhh… sure?" She tilted her head, cookie crumbs on her cheek. "Wait, are you being chased by Grimm right now? Or bad guys? Or both?"
"Not at this exact moment," Whitley said, already regretting everything and nothing. "But the odds are statistically high. Shall we?"
Ruby's entire face lit up like Crescent Rose on overdrive.
"OKAY!"
What followed was not a bodyguard assignment.
It was a roller coaster.
Ruby decided the best way to "protect" him was to show him how normal (As if either of them knew what that was) people lived in Vale. Within twenty minutes Whitley found himself in an arcade, holding a plastic gun and being screamed at by an overly enthusiastic Ruby.
"Shoot the zombies, Whitley! Not the civilians! No, not that civilian either—okay, maybe that one was a zombie, good job!"
He lost horribly. Ruby won every round and celebrated by buying him an oversized slushie "for morale."
Then came the "gallivanting" portion.
Ruby dragged him to a food truck festival, a weapons shop where she gave him an exhaustive rundown on so many guns that his eyes began to glaze (and he bought one just to shut her up and get out of there), and a comic book store where she spent forty minutes explaining why a certain issue of The Adventures of Xray and Vav was peak fiction. Whitley, who had never been allowed junk food or "frivolous reading material," discovered he actually liked both.
He didn't like getting shot at, which he learned quickly.
This happened when a small group of low-level White Fang thugs spotted his distinctive white hair and decided to make a quick score.
Ruby's reaction time was terrifying.
One second she was mid-sentence about weapon maintenance. The next, Crescent Rose was unfolded and she was a red-and-black blur of petals and high-velocity gunfire.
Whitley stood frozen as she took down four armed Faunus in under ten seconds without breaking a sweat.
When it was over, Ruby spun back to him, scythe collapsing with a cheerful shink, and offered the brightest smile he'd ever seen.
"You okay? They didn't even get close!"
Whitley stared at her, heart still hammering, adrenaline singing in his veins… and realized he was grinning like an idiot.
"That was the most fun I've had in my entire life."
Ruby laughed and punched his shoulder lightly. "See? Being a normal person is awesome! Well… mostly normal. With occasional gunfire."
By the time the sun began to set, Whitley was exhausted, sticky from various street foods, and carrying a small bag of comic books Ruby had insisted he needed "for cultural education."
They stopped at a quiet overlook near the cliffs.
Ruby turned to him, silver eyes sparkling in the dying light.
"So… same time next week? I still gotta teach you how to actually aim that pistol you bought earlier."
Whitley hesitated only a second before pulling out his scroll.
"I would like that very much." He held it out. "If you'll give me your number?"
Ruby's face went pink, but she beamed and quickly tapped her contact in.
"Deal! But only if you promise to let me drag you to the new amusement park when it opens. They have a ride that spins you upside down!"
Whitley, who had never been on an amusement park ride in his life, found himself nodding immediately.
"I look forward to it."
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Was rewatching Pyrrha's fights on Youtube because well her fights were fun, and lowkey her Semblance genuinely fucked.
I had forgotten how much she used it. The only people she didn't use it against were team CRDL and not to disparage their skills, but like, other than the dude with the Halberd, they didn't press her. Only the duel wielding guy was putting some numbers with how he deflected her shots.
One another thing that Monty did great was he always avoided that old cliche of fighters hitting swords for 10 seconds straight, usually it is 3-4 exchanges and then a hit, which is really realistic.
Though I have some criticism but ultimately it was good. Great even.
Now the entire reason why I brought this topic out, I have seen in all the older and even newer RWBY fights, and realized that a fighter with solid Defense and actual functioning Armor would actually beat them all up. Like seriously, huntsmen really depend on their speed and esoteric weapons/semblance.
No wonder Hazel was taking all of their asses.
I had forgotten how much she used it. The only people she didn't use it against were team CRDL and not to disparage their skills, but like, other than the dude with the Halberd, they didn't press her. Only the duel wielding guy was putting some numbers with how he deflected her shots.
One another thing that Monty did great was he always avoided that old cliche of fighters hitting swords for 10 seconds straight, usually it is 3-4 exchanges and then a hit, which is really realistic.
Though I have some criticism but ultimately it was good. Great even.
Now the entire reason why I brought this topic out, I have seen in all the older and even newer RWBY fights, and realized that a fighter with solid Defense and actual functioning Armor would actually beat them all up. Like seriously, huntsmen really depend on their speed and esoteric weapons/semblance.
No wonder Hazel was taking all of their asses.
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Evil GILF Summer/Salem is the kind of evil that is easily distracted by not only grandbabies, but everything surrounding them.
Conquering a kingdom gets put off because some of the local PTA moms are trying to get cookies banned and she's made it her mission to join the PTA and subvert it so such a travesty never happens.
Those power-tripping old farts on that neighboring HOA think they can enforce their awful rules outside of their jurisdiction? Not on granny's watch!
Would Salem Summer try to adopt Nora so Ren could marry his partner, and thus give Salem even more grandbabies? Would she adopt Cinder and encourage her to also be with Jaune?