Llllllllet's get ready to Dif'rent Faceeeeeeeeeeees! So sorry about the long absence, but I got engrossed in another story for a while. I'm The Layman-

Gigi: Qi qiqi!

"...", Her Ladyship doesn't say, her nose buried too deep in a book to care about anything else at the moment.

Um, Neo?... Hello, earth to Neo! We're supposed to being doing a bit now.

Gigi: Qiqiqi qi qiqiqiqi qiqiqi?

The Preoccupied and Hyper Focused Magical Neo continues to ignore the Buffoon and the Stuffed One with Spunk, trying to finish up this chapter so she can finally discover who the Rooster Killer is. So kindly buzz off and quit disturbing her.

...that tablet of hers is rather snarky, ain't it?

Gigi: *nods*

Sooooo...is that book any good?

If you must know, the Annoyed and Unenthusiastic Magical Neo sighs, dogearring her page as she huffily closes her book, it is very good, and I don't have time to be distracted by your steaming hot bod- *whackwhackwhack!* ...it's a really intense part I'm at.

"Ten Little Roosters". Huh, seems a bit of an odd title.

Gigi: *snaps* Qi qiqiqiqi qiqi qi! Qiiqi qiqiqii qi qiqiqi, qi?

I'm not listening! the Horrified and Spoiler Free Magical Neo shrieks, throwing her delicate hands over her hallowed ears to prevent the blasphemous spoilers from reaching her immaculate brain, La la la la la la!

Gigi: ...Qiqii qiqiqi?

I agree, Gigi, we should start the chapter...

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The girls arrived at their next class just as it was about to start, sitting down just seconds before Glynda finished her count.

"Eight...seven...," she counted, closing a finger for each number, "Si- Ah, Team RWBY. The four of you are aware that you were almost late, right?"

"But we made it, didn't we?" Yang countered, shrugging.

"Yes, you did. However, please take care in the future not to make a habit of this, alright Miss Rose?"

"Yes Ma'am," she said, inadvertently crumpling under the older Huntress's humorless gaze.

"Very good." Glynda then turned to address the class as a whole, "Now, in regards to the Vytal Festival..."

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"Pssst!" Yang whispered to Weiss as the class went on.

"Not now," she whispered back, "I'm trying to listen." Glynda was lecturing about the benefits of properly gaging your opponent in a match, having themed the day's lesson around the tournament being held at the national event.

"But I just remembered something important!"

"Well tell me later, we're in class right now!"

"But it's really important; it'll only take a minute!"

"I said not right now! I'm trying to-"

"Miss Xiao-Long?"

Weiss turned to see a very annoyed looking Glynda Goodwitch glaring down at her, arms imposingly braced against her hips.

"...Yes?"

"Please step into the arena; if you have time to talk with your sister, then you have time time to participate in an object lesson."

If she weren't currently sweating under Glynda's stone cold gaze, she be shooting a glare of her own at Yang (who was putting on the most saccharinely innocent expression she possibly could).

"Or you could remain in your seat and accept a demerit. Your choice."

Weiss got up and stomped out into the arena in the middle the room, subtly flashing Yang a rude gesture behind her back. While the [currently] diminutive brawler retaliated with a totally not goofy raspberry (which went completely unnoticed by it's intended recipient), Weiss made it to her mark. She reflexively reached for Myrtenaster at her side, only to quickly realize she didn't have it because she was Yang now and there was no practical reason for her to be carrying her teammate's weapon. Having realized this before she managed to embarrass herself, she instead dropped into a stance she'd seen Yang use. ...At least, she hoped it looked enough like Yang's normal boxing forms that nobody would think too much about it.

"Now," the teacher addressed the rest of the class, "since most of you will want to compete in the Festival tournament, it's almost certain that you will face an opponent stronger than yourself. When this happens, it will be imperative that you know what to do. This is also applicable to fighting the creatures of Grimm as well, so please pay attention." She turned back to Yang (Weiss), "Go ahead and attack me, Miss Xiao-Long."

Weiss nodded and ran towards the teacher, winding up a punch. Without even moving from where she stood, Glynda took out her riding crop and waved it at Weiss, firing off about five blasts of violet Dust energy. Weiss skidded to stop and immediately began running in the opposite direction, doing her best to avoid the blasts (here meaning "flailing around and somehow managing to not get hit in the process").

Glynda turned back to the class at large. "Who can tell me what just happened?" she asked. A Faunus girl with floppy dog ears raised her hand uncertainly. "Yes, Miss Nasha?"

"Well, um...she just ran away when you attacked her, right?" the girl said, "And could you call me Naia please? I don't really like my last name..."

"Hmm...," Glynda mused briefly, "I suppose I can respect your wishes on the matter, Miss Naia. As for your answer, that's exactly what happened. Can anyone tell me why doing this would be smart move during the tournament? Albeit more gracefully than Miss Xiao-Long's example."

"Hey!" both Yang and Weiss shouted indignantly.

When no one volunteered an answer, Glynda continued. "Running out the clock on a match would be one such use for a tactical retreat," she explained, "especially in the event of you are technically ahead of your opponent and they manage to summon a second wind."

"That sounds pretty cowardly to me," Sky Lark commented, "Besides, aren't we supposed to win?"

"It is a legitimate strategy, Mr. Lark," the teacher rebuked, "and while yes, winning is the ultimate point of being in a tournament, there are more way to accomplish that than simply hitting the other person more. However..." She suddenly flicked her riding crop towards the wall, sending Yang (Weiss) flying. "Attacks of opportunity shouldn't be squandered."

The rest of Team YBRW winced as Weiss slammed into the wall.

"Ooh!" Ruby grimaced, "That must have hurt..."

"I'll say," Yang agreed, "Too bad our bodies didn't keep our Semblances."

"Would that have made a difference?" Blake wondered, to which Yang waved Ruby's hand wobbily, bobbing her head from side to side.

"Thank you Miss Xiao-Long, you may return to your seat now." As Weiss-as-Yang trudged her way back to her seat, Glynda brought up her Scroll and tapped some buttons. A moment later the room's monitors blinked to life. "Now, let's move onto the practical portion."

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"I'm beginning to see why you aren't particularly found of Ms. Goodwitch," Weiss commented as YBRW sat around the dinner table, rubbing Yang's back where she collided with the wall. "Enlighten me, what exactly did you do to get on her bad side?"

Yang shrugged Ruby's shoulders. "I couldn't tell ya," she said, "she's just always been passive aggressive to me since day one!"

"Well, maybe it might have something to do with how you graffitied 'Yang wuz here, Achieve Men rule!' on the wall of her office," Ruby supplied, munching on a tuna sandwich.

"Those charges were never proven," pointed out smugly, folding Ruby's arms behind her head, "And the whole 'noodle incident' was never pinned on me either.~" She reached for the bowl of strawberries in front of her, plucked a juicy looking one from the bunch and popped it in her (Ruby's) mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully. "But anyway, do you think Prof. Peach will find a way to change us back?"

"I hope so," Blake said, subdued, "otherwise we might have to get used to staying like this." She gestured to Weiss's borrowed body in emphasis.

This, as you could imagine, brought the mood down considerably.

"Wow. That's...wow!"

"I don't wanna get spayed!" Ruby wailed as the information began to sink in.

"I don't wanna get back pain!" Weiss also wailed.

"I don't wanna get my cheeks pinched forever!" Yang joined in, to which the other girls stared at her. "...what?" she shrugged, "Ruby's frigging adorable; I want to pinch her cheeks sometimes."

"Yang!..." Ruby moaned, Blake's face getting red.

"Anyway," Weiss interrupted, "with any luck Professor Peach will use that Dust to figure out how to reverse this..." She gestured to Yang's body. "...this, and hopefully she's better than she claims and is on the verge of a breakthrough or something."

"In the mean time, we need to continue acting like nothing's wrong. I...guess we can call Professor Peach and ask how she's coming along," Blake suggested.

"Sounds good," Ruby said, licking Blake's fingers as she polished off her sandwich. "Hey Yang, toss me a strawberry." Yang plucked a berry from the bowl and tossed it to her Faunusized sister. Ruby moved to catch it with her (Blake's) mouth when Blake smacked it away. "Blake, what the heck!?"

"I'm allergic to strawberries!" she explained, quickly grabbing a napkin to wipe Weiss hands clean of any latent strawberry juices. "I have a severe reaction if I have even the slightest contact with it!"

"So why haven't you mentioned this before?" Weiss demanded, "That seems like pertinent information for people in our unique situation."

Blake shrugged, "It must have slipped my mind. You know, with the whole 'body swapping' thing-"

She was interrupted when a rogue muffin hit her in the back of Weiss's head.

"What the...?"

"Hang on, I got this!" Yang bent down and picked the muffin off the floor, then threw it back in the general direction it came from. "There!~ Now, let's get to calling-"

She was suddenly beaned in the head by an apple.

"Ow! OK, who threw that?!" She looked around frantically, searching for the dead man that threw the apple. She eventually narrowed in on Nora, who was sitting with her team a few tables over and looking way too innocent. She grabbed a handful of strawberries and hurled them at Nora, some of them finding their target. (The others landed on Jaune, who happened to be sitting to Nora's right.)

"Hey!" came from JNPR's table.

"I don't think you should be doing that," Ruby cautioned, "Things might get out of control faster than-"

A frosted cupcake to the back of the head cut off the rest of Ruby's sentence. She glared at Nora, who "eeped" and pointed at Ren, who just facepalmed. Ruby then reached over to Weiss's spot and ("Excuse you!"), grabbed her plate of nachos and chucked it at Nora. It went wide, hitting another student who happened to be walking by, just minding his own business.

"...oops."

This apparently gave Nora an idea, judging by how her face lit up.

"FOOD FIGHT!" she screamed.

At this point the entire cafeteria erupted into chaos, everyone grabbing the nearest bit of food they could reach and tossing it at whoever happened to cross their line of sight first.

Weiss glared at Ruby, who shrank back the glare's super effectiveness.

A banana cream pie suddenly fount itself in her (Yang's) hair.

"OK, whoever threw that is dead!" Yang shouted, leaping from her seat and heading off to murder the idiot who'd dare mess with her perf hair!

"Yang, wait!" Ruby shouted after her sister, "This isn't keeping a low profile!" (The irony of yelling that was lost on her as she zipped after Yang.)

"Blake," Weiss said, standing completely still despite the airborne food flying around her, "find someplace to hide until this is all over."

"Uh-" She dodged a rogue pineapple. "...why?"

"Because I'd like my body to come out of this in one piece." A bowl of cereal flew past Weiss-as-Yang's head. "Now if you'll excuse me..." She then headed directly into the maelstrom, ignoring the food as it flying by her. Without looking to the side, she pushing a student over into another banana cream pie about to be thrown at Jaune (not that he noticed, since he was currently running for his life from a girl swinging a swordfish around wildly).

While Weiss was doing that, Ruby was busy dodging food in search of her sister. It was bad enough that they'd started the Great Food War, but now that Yang had gone into "Rage Mode" there was a good chance that the body swap wasn't going to remain a secret much longer. "Yang!" she called in Blake's voice, stopping suddenly as a student crashed into the floor in front of her, drenched in People Like Grapes soda. She hopped over him, continuing to look out for the tell tale signs that her sister had been through. (I.e. people screaming, explosions, broken furniture. You know, the usual.) And considering that it was complete chaos everywhere she looked, the Faunusized fifteen year old had her work cut out for her.

"Hey," she called to a female student who was holding another student in a choke hold with a baguette, "have you seen Yang- I mean Ruby anywhere?" The girl shook her head "no" and was headbutted back, losing hold of the other student. He in turn started throwing donuts at the girl that held him like they were ninja stars.

Leaving her fellow first years to their own devices she resumed her search for Yang, occasionally having to duck a stray apple or watermelon or fillet mignon that came flying at her. Where the heck did she go? she wondered. I know I'm short, but I did think I was that short! ...am I? I mean, will I ever get any taller? Is all the milk I've been just-

"Have at thee, villain!" Nora cried, swinging a makeshift cat-o-nine tails (it was a bunch of meatballs tied together with spaghetti to a bread stick) at her from out of the blue. "I've got you right where I want you, Blake!"

"Wait, Nora, I'm-!" she tried to say before having to dodge the saucy weapon. "Will..you...please...just...wait...a...minute!" she pleaded, dodging a swing with each word.

Nora being Nora she just kept on attacking, sending little bits of sauce flying with each swing.

Suddenly, a sharp rapping sounded through the hall, able to be heard even over the cacophony of food related battle. Everyone turned and saw Ozpin standing at one end of the cafeteria, holding a megaphone. "I know things can get a little boring here," he said into the device, "and I understand that you sometimes need to let off some steam; believe me, I was your age once myself, as hard as that may be to imagine. But...turning lunch time into the next great War might be going a bit too farm hmm?" He paused for a moment to let that sink in. "However, if you all help tidy this place up then I'll conveniently forget this happen the next time I see Ms. Goodwitch, OK?"

And as the students began picking up their mess, he added "And if Team RWBY could please come up to my office there's something I'd like to speak with them about." And with that he left.

Team YBRW collectively blanched, each sweatdropping as they all made their way up to Ozpin's office.

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Soooooo...how's you book?

The Immaculate and Still Ignoring You Magical Neo is still ignoring you, keeping her adorable, pixie like nose stuck in her book so she can finish it before the Stuffed One with Spunk spoils any more of it. So kindly bug off until she's done, thank you very much!

Gigi: Qiqiqii qiqi-

*hold Gigi back* Let her be, I'd rather not have the two best women in my life fighting each other.

Gigi: ...qiqi qiqiiqiqi qi.

So what if you're the only two women in my life? Both of you could kick my butt, and Neo still scares me on a primal level, I ain't getting on either of your bad sides!

Gigi: *shrugs* Qi.

Would you mind keep it down? Her Ladyship requests, I'm almost at the end, and I'd like to pay attention without any unnecessary background noise. ...And my parasol has more uses than just than portable shade. Think about that.

...Gigi, you wanna go do...until Neo finishes her book?

Gigi: *nods head slowly* Qiqi...