Outside
When Ayers landed outside the window, Davros was nearby. He had Ieria's panties around his neck like a bandana, and held a wooden stake - which looked like he had hacked up a branch from one of the outside for a few seconds - in his right hand. The top of the stake was covered in flames, and he waved it around. "Ah. Partner friend Ayers, good that you are here. I am going to be doing the raiding now."
edited 26th Mar '14 9:16:22 PM by nman
"Great job!" Ayers said with a nod, setting down the dresser out on the lawn. He slid it open as Davros approached. "Raid was successful, managed to git upstairs an' take a whole dresser outta Team CRGS. I think."
He turned to the open drawer, looking inside. Well there were some panties, but there were also... briefs. "Huh. Looks like we got more tom-girls here at Beacon than we thought. Or—" Ayers pulled open a second drawer. "Hey, Davros? Y'all seen any a these shirts on the girls on CRGS? Er—"
Girl. Statistically speaking, Ayers had picked the worst team to loot. "—I don't think we got Calypso's stuff."
"You could have done worse," Pius tried to reassure, noticing the flinch when she explained herself.
The nobles can be so brutal... He contemplated with pity towards Olivia and disgust towards his current social class. Then Pius' focus returned to the matter at hand. Or, more accurately, the matter currently not in his hands.
"So, do any of you know where my stuff is?" he asked, looking between Barry, Lucas, and Olivia.
Allurand and surrounding world loading, 28%...Ieria pushed his hand away from her skin and shook her head. "Leave it, I'll take care of it back in the dorm room. As for the fight, I honestly do not care if someone takes my panties or not, It's just strips of cloth, so they're easily replaceable. I fought Jack because I wanted to gauge him and it seemed like fun." She said with a shrug. "Sorry I went overboard. Hard not to get into it."
"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM SniperOutside
Davros was about to reply to Ayers Jack when he saw Glynda Goodwitch approaching. He ran up to her. "Oh, nice evening, Professor. The night, she is looking good today, no? Almost like you, yes?"
All the while, Ieria's panties were still around his neck, and he had his flaming stake resting in his grasp behind his back.
Glynda's eyes were like those of Kurira himself. She looked just as likely to spit fire, too! And she was holding Surt in her left hand.
"All. Of. You. To. The. Headmaster's. Office. Now."
They were all dead.
Ozpin's Office, two hours later
Glynda was still ranting. She had spent the last two hours hurtling insults, threatening to expel them and just plain screaming.
Ozpin looked vaguely amused. "Ah, the panty raid. A troublesome tradition. I must say, I am impressed at how far you have taken it. Glynda, do you remember our own raid? Those purple panties...."
Glynda looked like she was about to strangle her boss.
Ozpin continued. "Regardless, you have damaged school property...so..."
Thus it was decided that Gaston would pay for all damages and everyone (Except Pius, Rufous, Urujauni, Lucas and Tara) would have detention.
Detention helping Professor Port with....shovelling Grimm shit. Who knew Grimms had shit? For the next month. Everyday after class.
They were silent as they were dismissed and sent on their way back to the dorm.
It was Seth who broke that silence. "Let us nevef speak of this again."
edited 26th Mar '14 10:44:52 PM by GrimHelm
Jack looked at the rest of his team as they walked to their dorm, "What happened anyway? I don't remember anything that Ozpin mentioned. "And again, why did the teacher have Surt?!?" though he figured he could challenge Port to a rematch.
edited 26th Mar '14 10:59:28 PM by TroyandHawk
Good to be back"Agreed." Pius replied, grateful for Ozpin's lenience towards him, though the image of Professor Goodwitch in purple panties was now forever seared into the Nobel's mind. Even though part of him most certainly did not mind the thought, Pius for the most part would rather have lived without it.
When I find my stuff again, I am going straight to the workshop to get something meaningful done. Pius, for one, was absolutely through with tonight, and he could use a job well done to relieve the stress.
Allurand and surrounding world loading, 28%...Ieria looked at him and sighed. "Fine, I'll lend you mine, but I had better get them back later." She grumbled under her breath.
Post Punishment
Ieria glanced over at Jack as he was asking about what had happened. "Guess you don't remember me knocking your teeth in during the fight..." She said with a mumble.
"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM SniperPortishment
Raqib scowled as he shoveled. He didn't even end up joining everyone on the stupid panty raid. No, he had just happened to have been caught sneaking back onto the school premise as the group had been taken away to report to Ozpin.
"Stupid curfew," he muttered under his breath, as he thrust the shovel into another pile of shit. "And you lot going on about how it would help develop your 'tactical' abilities..."
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior ValPortishment
"I'll take some tea, sir!" Ayers piped up. He was... Exactly as chipper as he would be. Getting up the same time he always did, to do something he did at home all the time. "Man, Professor, this is downright cruel punishment, goin' all psy-cho-logickle on me, makin' me homesick with this an' all!" He shoveled another massive pile of shit, arms whirring excitedly.
Flashback, the Duel
His blows connected, her Aura flaring up for one burst at a time, as she rushed forward, a purple and orange blur. Had to connect, had to succeed! His red glow dissipated as she lunged, the world spinning and choking up with the smell of blood, sweat and tears.
A Modest Death's spear tips punched straight through his chest... and she gasped as the hilt of his sword buried into her chest. Damn, the pain was intense. Her Aura flared red, and he started to say something.
But she had to win - no time to wait. Her left hand snapped, and the air between them ignited.
There was a rush, the molecules in the air rapidly expand and conflicting, crashing against each other in a mad rush of power. Her Aura flickered, as did her Semblance, and she detached from the Snickersnax champion. She flew backwards, all resistance gone, and hit the ground rolling, coughing up smoke, her whole body aching, her clothes charred.
She slowly, desperately, got to one foot, panting, huffing, as her weapon retracted into its defense mode. The hatred and fire fled, and she looked up...
...and from the clearing smoke was a bruised, broken, thoroughly singed individual, launched clear of the floor from the blast, one eye swollen and the other twitching slightly.
I... I won!
She couldn't cheer out loud, however, since her lungs felt like there was nothing in them and her throat was starting to swell up slightly from his strike. She slowly stepped forwards, limping as she went, and her mad, silent grin gradually faded... and gave way to something resembling caution and worry.
"Ru... Rufus?! I... I won! You..."
By the lords, is he... did I... did I kill him?
She slowly tapped his bent, trapped, smoking body... and then he gasped and coughed, and spat out what looked like a burnt out, broken tooth. She looked into his eyes, twitching slightly, and his pained, yet wide, smile.
Not dead. Neither of them dead.
She used what little Aura she had left to unseal his legs and helped him out... and then they both stood there, beaten within an inch of their lives, both somewhere between tears and smiles, and both needing a rest. He gave a stupid one-liner and that strange, inhuman laugh of his, and for a moment her eye twitched.
"... I hope you're happy, ox dung."
And so they limped back to the hospital wing, where Nurse Helen was frankly far too ticked off at them. She patched them up, they slept for a while, and then they went back to Dorm Rose. All throughout this, Urujauni found herself wishing she'd have just taken part in the panty raid, of all things (or at least, defending). Would've been the smarter route, all said and done.
Next Morning
Rubbed the bruises on her chest and neck, her throat feeling hoarse and generally terrible. At least I'm not shoveling Grimm feces.
Her dad was just going to get a bill for damages incurred to the training room. Boy would she get chewed out for that one.
And all the while, she found herself with nothing but a sense of guilt. She'd gained nothing from that fight, and how would that help her when she faced Kurira?
edited 27th Mar '14 8:45:04 AM by Eventua

"Aaaand I'm out of here." Remus said simply as Chelsea continued to make the situation worse for him.
He jumped down from his and Seth's observation position and ran like Hell. C'mon Chelsea, wake up! Wait. What am I saying? What would she think if she knew I had a part in this? Besides. That arrow should have knocked her out for a few hours so there is no way she would wake up now. Except I DID only graze her leg...