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🕑 Added 2018-04-04 12:27:14 +0000 UTC Where do you expect this to go? Also, thoughts?Another day, another set of problems and frustrations. Irritations of a particular sort that Weiss found herself loving and hating in equal turns. Loving, because she hadn’t been confronted with this sort of thing before, and she was glad for it. Hating, because she hadn’t been confronted with this sort of thing before, and wasn’t quite sure what the correct sort of response to this sort of mess was.
It was understandable, she supposed. She had been partnered with a child after all. She wasn’t used to dealing with children.
Her mouth set itself into a tight, thin line as her partner and...leader...snickered over a doodle, inviting the rest of the team to laugh along. To laugh at a badly drawn caricature of their teacher that the young heiress, at the age of five, would have considered an appalling waste of time and pencil lead. Her tutors, many as they were as some of the greatest artists in Atlas, would have been even worse... How the Headmaster thought that Miss Rose, prodigy or not, was anything near as qualified to be a leader as Weiss was, was beyond her.
Dealing with children was more Klein's thing, obviously. Also, if she had been even half as bad at half of Ruby’s age, she owed the poor man an apology and a raise...and by the gods.
All Weiss could do was vibrate in place and stare in disbelief. Disbelief and a heavy helping of rage as she watched Ruby pick her nose. Her nose. In public. With her fingers.
When she’d said that the younger girl was a menace, she’d been more right than she had suspected. Right in the worst sort of way...which led to Weiss giving the most powerful reprimand she could resort to while in a public venue.
She stared at the girl. Hard. Hard enough that, if Weiss had possessed some kind of offensive eye based Semblance, the (Redhead? Brunette? Whatever she was) would have most likely been wiped off of the surface of Remnant. Turned into little more than a greasy, gross smear that the help would have been forced to place a tasteful rug over, lest they be forced to replace the floor all together.
Weiss, in her time, hadn’t exactly met all that many Faunus that weren’t trying to kill her in some way...but, really. If Ruby was in any way a representative of their kind—
Ruby stuck out her tongue. Started turning her head from side to side. Started blowing in the longest, wettest raspberry that Weiss could think of at the moment while Professor Port continued rambling, seemingly completely unaware.
—then Weiss had no idea how they ever got anything done, let alone plot and successfully carry out assassination attempts.
Or...maybe that was just what Ruby wanted her to think.
Maybe she was just acting like an idiot. Acting like the very sort of person that Weiss would have normally dismissed without thinking...a person like Arc. It all made sense, once she thought about it. They’d walked into the auditorium together. They’d known each other...and just before, Ruby had caused some of Weiss’s dust cache to explode though what seemed to be mere incompetence.
Seemed to be. The distinction was important...important enough that their time yesterday, the time where Ruby had had Weiss at her mercy and hadn’t taken the chance to go out in a blaze of glory (an occurrence that wasn’t all that uncommon among the White Fang, sadly) by taking her head, left her with doubts. Worries that Ruby really was that childish.
Worries that she was going to have to spend the next four years...babysitting.
Weiss quietly shivered, only tangentially realizing that that one girl from JNPR, Nora, had been called up to the front of the class. Which she happily did. While skipping…she was a strange girl...and honestly. What kind of question was ‘do you do squats’? Of course she did squats. Any Huntress/Singer/Ballerina/Lady (Weiss was a girl of many talents) worth the name did squats. Of course her rear was firm and taut and worthy of comment and...no. None of that.
Weiss closed her eyes and resisted the urge she had to...adjust herself when her underwear got the slightest bit uncomfortable at the thought of someone, anyone, even Ruby, touching her rear. Not only was it crude. Not only was it rude and inappropriate...those thoughts were unbecoming of her, especially in class where anyone could see the results of such thoughts.
Whether that time with Ruby had felt good or not didn’t matter. It had been undignified and shameful and something that she should have been over already, considering the fact that she’d already spent a good half hour (vigorously) exorcising that particular demon in the bathroom that very morning while bent over the toilet bowl and panting up a storm. A demon that she couldn’t exorcise without it being commented on by their leader once again.
Weiss slowly pinched the bridge of her nose, uncaring of the sudden noise that had started to fill the classroom as the very memory of what had happened after she got out of the restroom caused her mask to crack.
Why does the bathroom smell funny indeed… Even then, in what Weiss had assumed to be sheer and utter privacy did Ruby continue to be a thorn in her side and… Was that a draft?
The white-haired girl looked up after what had to have been far, far too long to see Nora spinning in circles on the classroom floor.
“Around and around and around we go!” Nora loudly sang as the tips of her shoes started to leave burn marks on the floor. “Where I’ll stop, not even I know!”
Her ‘dance partner’, a full-grown and very putout looking Boarbatusk, squealed...and Weiss’s jaw dropped a little in shock.
She...had been much more distracted than she’d thought if she’d missed...however this had come to be.
Faster and faster, louder and louder. Panicked, angry roars. Mad, ecstatic giggles. The movement of hair and paper against the breeze caused by a very unhappy Boarbatusk, unable to get it’s front legs free of the (completely mad) excitable girl’s grip on it’s own initiative...a point of contention between it and Nora that quickly became moot when she just—
Everyone looked on in horror and unsettled awe as the poor beast (wasn’t that a strange thought) flew out of the nearest window as a black and white blur, screaming the whole way down. He then stopped just a hair shy of thirty seconds, assumingly because he’d messily hit bottom.
—let him go and fell on her bottom, so dizzy that her eyes rolled about in her head while Professor Port clapped and commended her for her enthusiasm...before he dove into a story of him doing much the same against a Goliath in his youth and sucked all the energy out of the room. It was enough to make Weiss, gently, lay her head against the desk as she tried not to scream.
She couldn’t work in these conditions… Maybe she should have joined the army, like Winter had?
