Strays at Beacon | By : TheBlackDog Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 8020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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This is my very first fan-fiction so reviews are most welcome. In terms of background on the story, Strays at Beacon takes place some time in between the events of Volume 2 and Volume 3. More like an introduction than an actual chapter, I'll delve more into the back-story of the canine faunus in the next chapter.
"Damn" sighed the feline faunus, the black ears hidden beneath her bow laying flat against her head as, for the fourth time during training that week, the pistol portion of Gambol Shroud had misfired again. Glaring at the un-shattered targets, her expression expression softened at the sight of a golden blur coming to a spot beside her.
"Sounds like someone's overdue for some shop time, Blake." Yang Xiao Long teased, spent shells dropping to the floor of the training room from her gauntlets. The blonde gave her a sympathetic looking, knowing full well her team mate's shared dislike for having to share the workshop with whomever decided to perform their own maintenance.
"I've been telling you for weeks you needed to give that thing a thorough cleaning," the shrill voice of Weiss reminded, her own rapier held at the ready beside her. She too had managed to hit all of her targets even with minimal use of her dust cartridges.
"You've also been telling us to pay attention in class, but who's been messaging Neptune with her scroll during lectures?" the team's Scythe wielding leader reminded, her weapon folding in on itself to be a more manageable size for carrying back to the dorms.Giving Blake a sympathetic smile, Ruby watched as the room began resetting itself for the next training exercise. "I would be glad to look it over myself, but I know how you like to do the work yourself on Gambol."
Sighing, Blake simply nodded her head before leaving ahead of them in the direction of the weapon's workshops. "If I'm not back in time for dinner, please save me some fish."
For once the workshop was silent thanks to everyone going to the cafeteria or finding a place in Vale to eat off campus for dinner. Laid on the table, a pair of pistols lay completely disassembled for meticulous cleaning at the hands of their owner. With his eyes nearly shielded by his shaggy, un-kept black hair, nobody would have figured that the canine faunus was doing a better job than most Hunstmen in the field. "With any luck by the time I get to my room, everyone will be asleep."
The three girls he'd been teamed with the previous year had a habit of staying up till most others in the dorms had fallen asleep, but even with a long day of training they still found a way to give him a migraine. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he began applying the oily cleaning solution to a small cloth to begin cleaning when he heard the soft, barely audible footsteps of someone entering the workshops.
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