“suggestion: dare some/all of them to have a fight, weapons n all. the two who lose have to go on a date - and plan it on the spot >:3” - from @pastel-candies
Ruby, Ember Celica on her arms: Okay gang, uhh...let’s do some sparring!
Yang, Myrtenaster propped on her shoulder: Careful with those, sis.
Ruby: I won’t damage them, I promise!
Yang: I’m more worried about them damaging you.
Weiss: Speak for yourself, I’m fearing for Myrtenaster’s life seeing it in your hands, Yang.
Yang, chuckling: It’s so light! No wonder you don’t have any upper body strength.
Weiss: I’d argue with you if you weren’t right...uhh, you doing alright, Velvet?
Velvet, struggling to lift Crescent Rose off the ground: Just peachy...Ruby, how do you even carry this thing around?
Nora: You’ve never seen Ruby’s arms, have you, Velvet?
Ruby: It’s actually more core strength than anything. *chuckles*
Velvet, blushing: Right. Core strength. *tries to lift the scythe* I guess I need to do more crunches.
Coco: Then we should go to the gym together more often.
Ruby: Yeah, I could come, too!
Velvet: I would like that.
Yang: This is a lot of flirting for a bunch of people about to fight one another.
Velvet, still struggling to lift Crescent Rose: For Grimm’s sake...
Velvet: Maybe. What weapon do you have?
Coco, holding up a wristwatch: Ciel’s. I think?
Velvet: That’s a weapon? What’s it do?
Ciel, rubbing the back of her neck: It’s a secret.
Yang, elbowing her: Trying to get an advantage at the Vytal Tournament, huh Ciel?
Ciel: N-No! I mean...maybe.
Velvet, putting the watch on her wrist: At least it’s cute. And light.
Coco, lifting Crescent Rose with ease: Oh fuck yes, I’ve always wanted to give this baby a spin.
Ruby: Just be gentle with her!
Yang: Alright, ladies and enbies, who’s ready to fight?!
Everyone: *uncertain cheering*
Yang: Good enough, let’s go!
Later, at the Beacon training arena...
Emerald, armed with Gambol Shroud: This is so fucking cool! *leaps in the air and slashes at Nora*
Nora, waving around Neo’s parasol wildly: How is this even a weapon? *gets knocked back by Emerald* Gah!
Neo, in the stands with the others: Should I have told her about the hidden blade?
Cinder: I don’t think that would have made a difference.
Penny, blowing an air horn: *WEEERRRRN*
Penny, wearing a zebra-striped referee shirt over her dress: Nora’s Aura has reached a critically low level. I declare Emerald the winner of this bout.
Nora: Hey, I could have kept going!
Penny: I am sorry, Nora, but you failed to land even a single blow on Emerald.
Nora: I came close, though, right?
Penny, thinking about it: In a way, yes. However, Emerald took no damage.
Emerald: Haha! I am the reigning champion! Who shall challenge me next?
Nora: Who made Penny the referee, anyway?
Penny: I cannot trade my weapons with anyone since they are attached to me, so I figured it would only be fair to officiate. Plus, I can monitor everyone’s Aura simultaneously, so I am very well suited to the position.
Nora: Well that answers that. *sulks away* Stupid fancy umbrella.
Neo, standing and signing at her meticulously: Parasol. Par-a-sol.
Penny: Who is next to spar with Emerald?
Emerald: My self esteem has never been this high, holy shit...
Blake: I’ll go. *stands up with Pyrrha’s spear and shield in hand*
Penny: Ohh, to face off against the wielder of their own weapon, very interesting!
Emerald: You think you can challenge me, Belladonna?
Blake, stepping down into the arena: I think so. I know that weapon better than you do, after all.
Emerald: *charges at Blake with both blades*
Blake: *snags the ribbon of Gambol Shroud with their spear, ripping both blades from Emerald’s hands, leaving her unarmed*
Emerald, standing and staring at her empty hands: Oh.
Blake, smirking as they wrapped the ribbon around their own wrist: You’re simply not experienced enough weilding a tethered weapon, at least not something as precise and delicate as mine.
Emerald: Uhh, okay, hand-to-hand, let’s go!
Blake: I beat you already, tho.
Emerald: But my championship title!
Blake: This isn’t boxing.
Emerald: But...I must defend my hon—wha! *gets tripped by Blake’s ribbon and falls down*
Blake, smirking down at her: Admit defeat.
Blake: Then get up and fight!
Emerald: I’m too busy enjoying the view. *wink*
Blake: Oh gods. *rolls their eyes and drops Pyrrha’s shield onto her chest*
Emerald: Wait! *is squished* Agh!
Yang, watching on: Gods I wish that were me.
Penny: I suppose this means since Emerald and Nora were the last to lose, they must now plan a date?
Emerald: Nice... *shoves the shield off her body, then lies on the ground lazily* Spa day. Let’s go to the spa, huh Nora?
Nora: Sounds cool, let’s do it.
Blake: Wait, so what do I get for winning?
Weiss: You get to help me fix the damage Yang did to Myrtenaster.
Yang: C’mon, It’s just a tiny chip.
Weiss: Tiny? The blade weight is all off now!
Weiss: More like at least two grams! It feels like holding a tree branch, it’s so unbalanced!
Yang: You’re so dramatic.
Weiss: Is it dramatic to consider that the damage done to my weapon could one day cost me a fight? That the very lives of my friends could rely on my weapon being in perfect condition, with all the world hanging in the balance?
Yang: Yes, that’s very dramatic.
Weiss: Then FUCK YES, I’M DRAMATIC!
Nora: Geez, I think Weiss needs a spa day more than I do.
Weiss, timidly: Yes please...
