RWBY Shorts

Beat the Heat

The sun shone brilliantly, the wind rustled through the leaves of the trees, and there was wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a beautiful sunny day at Beacon, and it was almost perfect, except, the sun shone a little too brightly, the wind was hot, and both of these combined with the lack of cloud cover resulted in a burning hot day. During such weather, many chose to stay indoors, such as team RWBY.

As opposed to the burning wasteland that lay just beyond their dorm door, inside was a wonderland of white fluffy snow and glistening ice. Such a feat was only possible due to the futuristic and terrifying powers of dust being used as a makeshift air conditioner. Ruby and Yang were sitting cross legged on the frozen floor, playing a video game together. Blake lying on her bed, quietly reading a book. Weiss was on the couch with her phone, with Myrtlenaster held lazily in her other hand. She would occasionally stab the blade into an enormous pillar of ice jutting from the floor beside her, sending a wave of cold energy through the column and into the floor, where it diffused into the entire room.

All in all, they were faring much better than the visiting team SSSN, who were huddled beneath a slow-moving ceiling fan. Sage, Scarlet, and Neptune were boiling in their clothes, lying on the floor, nearly passed out. The fourth member of their team, however, was standing and smiling.

"C'mon guys, what are you lying around for, it's a beautiful day outside!"

"It's 110 degrees out there."

"Aw, the heat never hurt anybody. Besides this is nothing like the desert."

"Dude, the rest of us are from Mistral. It never gets this hot there."

"Well, there was that one time—"

"We do not speak about that time."

ELSEWHERE

High up on the rooftops, where the heat was at its absolute strongest, a woman with raven hair stood, basking in the harsh sunlight. The heat was comforting, a comfort she had been long denied, as she was forced to hide her mastery over fire as a part of her cover.

Soon, she thought.

Soon the halls of this academy will be wreathed in flame, and the streets will flood with Grimm. Soon, the tower will fall, and the power once denied me will be firmly in my grasp. And I will watch this city burn.

Soon, but not yet.

So enjoy your lives, sad, pathetic creatures that you are. Enjoy them while you still can, for night is coming, and once more, darkness will return.

END