Chapter 19: Just One Long Lock N' Load Montage

Supessu rannuei Ideon Ideon / Spessu rannuei Ideon Ideon—

Ha! Just kidding. I won't put you folks through that again. Maybe. Probably. I mean, I already got flogged for it, so there's a chance it won't happen again. Instead, I should congratulate you folks for putting up with the previous' chapter's bullshit. So, congratulations! From here on out, just expect more of the normal rambling author's notes. Probably. Unless I lose my shit again. Anyways, let's just get along with the chapter, shall we?

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Sun and Neptune were more than elated when they got what they wanted from Ozpin. In fact, Sun was feeling so happy, that he could have just started dancing right then and there. But, he didn't. He wasn't some fucking nerd. What type of weird person just starts busting out moves out of nowhere, in the middle of the god damn sidewalk? Not Sun, that's who.

"Dude, this is fuckin' sick!" Sun exclaimed with an enormous grin.

"I know! We're really back on now!" agreed Neptune.

Sun's large smile faded slightly as she began to think. Sure, they were back on the force, but what now? Clearly, what they did the last time upset somebody in the VCPD enough to just sell them out to Ozpin. The real question was what to do in order to change that. They needed to become even better cops than before. And, of course, that meant they needed to be even more like their on-screen predecessors than Sun thought. That decision was entirely logical, after all. They just weren't cop-like enough. Obviously, they hadn't reached their peaks yet. And when he and Neptune peaked, everyone in Vale was going to feel it. It would wash over everyone in Vale City, and just drench everyone from head to toe in their manliness. No, that wasn't gay sounding at all.

"Dude…" Sun thought out loud. "We need to get back in the fuckin' game! I'm talkin' blazers n' slacks, wife beater shirts and no shoes, that type of shit! We're gonna go on the fuckin' edge!"

Neptune merely scratched his head at that thought. "Uh… It's didn't really do us anything when we did that before…" he noted.

"We didn't go FAR ENOUGH, bro! We're gonna need to get deep in that shit! What'd ya say?" Sun asked.

Neptune weighed his options in his mind. On the one hand, this wasn't going to accomplish much other than just get a wardrobe and weapons ready. On the other hand, he was feeling great today, and he was willing to play along with Sun's suggestion. Hell, it wasn't like it would affect his luck any. …Well, not exactly. He didn't know that for sure, but he sure as hell wasn't going to check the d20 to find out. What Neptune really needed was to see if his chances and luck stuck out on their own.

"…Eh, sure. Why not?" Neptune decided with a shrug.

His grin returning, Sun draped an arm over Neptune's shoulder. "That's more like it! I'mma make a real fuckin' cop outta you!" he proudly declared with a grand sweeping gesture of his other hand.

"You too…" Neptune muttered.

"Yeah, that too," Sun added quickly.

As the duo walked off towards their dorm room, Neptune couldn't help but wonder what Sun had in mind for him. Probably more cop suits and stuff. Well, it couldn't be all that bad, could it? In fact, it might be fun! …Neptune hoped.

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(Approaching White Fang/The infernal army/The black shadow aims for us)

Sun dumped way more clothes than Neptune thought he had onto his bunk. Unzipping one of the clothes bags, Sun revealed to Neptune that he already had a few ideas for Neptune's cop look. Neptune could only raise his eyebrows in confusion and slight disapproval. He was free to make his own choices! He brushed the jacket that Sun was showing him away from his face.

(Protecting the peace of the world/Go! Go!/Let's go!/The shining police duo!)

After waiting about ten minutes for Sun to get changed in the bathroom, Neptune let out a small sigh of relief when the door finally creaked open. It swung on its hinges, revealing Sun wearing only a white tank top and black dress pants. Hell, he wasn't even wearing shoes or socks. Neptune firmly shook his head at Sun's costume choice. He motioned with his hand for Sun to head back into the bathroom and change. With his head hung a little low, a slightly disappointed Sun shut the bathroom door.

(Sun Jump! Neptune Kick!/Police Duo, Police Duo!/Duo, Duo!)

Sun tossed Neptune a bundle of clothes with a huff. Now it was his turn to change into what a REAL cop would wear (despite seeing many clear examples down at the station). Neptune tried to protest, and he shook his head. Sun didn't really pay any of that any heed. Instead, he resorted to shoving Neptune into the bathroom to change against his will. It didn't matter if he wanted to do it, he WAS going to do it.

(Approaching White Fang/The demonic army/The black shadow aims for our friends)

Neptune exited the bathroom, wearing what Sun had selected for him. He wasn't all too pleased with what he got. Was Sun under the impression that he dressed like a fifty year old man? Seriously, this suit was something his own dad would wear. It had leather elbow patches. LEATHER. ELBOW. PATCHES. There was no way Neptune was going to let that shit fly in his dorm room. Before Sun could even comment on his clothes, Neptune slammed the bathroom door shut, intent on changing back into his regular clothes.

(Protecting the peace of the world/Go! Go!/Let's go!/The crimson blooded heroes!)

The next time Sun walked out of the bathroom, he was wearing the exact same thing he wore on the first day he was a junior detective. Down to the same flannel shirt, letterman jacket, and worn pants. Nothing at all had changed. It was if he was convinced that his getup was the de-facto look for loose-cannon cops. Neptune couldn't help but shake his head at Sun's choice again. He didn't need to be a loose-cannon cop. He needed a code of honor, like a samurai. That's right, Sun needed to be a samurai cop. So, with another wave of his hand, Neptune sent Sun to change again.

(Sun Jump! Neptune Kick!/Police Duo, Police Duo!/Duo, Duo!)

This time around, Neptune could wrap his head around what Sun had selected for him. While he had to admit, it was a little dated, it had a nice retro feel to it. And, if what all of his books and magazines told him, the retro look was in right now. And, more importantly, ladies loved retro fashion. So, when he walked out of the bathroom to show Sun how he looked, he didn't mind that much. And, Sun seemed to not mind either. The monkey Faunus had to admit, the blue t-shirt, cream white blazer, jeans, and black riding boots looked pretty fucking sick on Neptune. But, something seemed to be off… Wait, that was it! Reaching over into a clothing bag, Sun grabbed a pair of aviator sunglasses and tossed them towards Neptune. His partner caught them midair and slipped them on his face. Yeah, now it was perfect! Neptune had found his cop look!

(Approaching White Fang/The terrifying army/The black shadow aims for our town)

Sun had spent more than enough time in the bathroom. As Neptune sat on the bed, he hoped that Sun wasn't wasting his time by changing into something he'd already seen. Of course, his hopes were immediately dashed as Sun came out of the bathroom, wearing the tank top and dress pants he had put on the first time. Did he seriously think that he only had two choices to make? Then what the hell was the point of all the clothes on the bags he had? Wait, where did he even get all those clothes? Sun was fucking poor! Knowing him, Sun had probably stolen them for this exact situation. Oh well, there was nothing Neptune could do about it now. With a frustrated sigh, Neptune massaged his temples. Sun didn't even need to be told to go change this time around. The look on his partner's face told him all he needed to know.

(Protecting the peace of the world/Go, Go!/Let's go!/The green colored die!)

Okay, now Neptune knew for a fact that Sun didn't know what he was doing. Well, at least it was a different wardrobe choice than before. This time, Sun had chosen to put on a tight pair of jeans, some white tennis shoes, and a tucked in blue denim work shirt. It was the same color as his pants, which just made it even weirder to look at. And, of course, the shirt was half unbuttoned. But, considering that Sun normally wore his shirts unbuttoned to show off his abs, this might as well have been expected. Noticing that Neptune was looking at him more intently, Sun decided to do a cool pose for him. So, he did a roundhouse kick, with his leg raised high in the air. Because of that, Neptune couldn't help but notice three things: those jeans were REALLY tight around the ass, Sun's tail was tucked in his pants, coiled around his rear, and that Sun now looked like a washed-up action movie star from three decades ago. Neptune got up from his seat on the bed and shoved Sun back into the bathroom, hoping to end this shit-show sooner.

(Sun Jump! Neptune Kick!/Police Duo, Police Duo!/Duo, Duo!)

Neptune was close to strangling Sun by now. Not only had he wasted at least three hours trying to find the right clothes for them to wear, but now he'd spent about twenty minutes in the bathroom, changing into another set of clothes. If this wasn't going to be the set of clothes he was going to wear, then Neptune was going to have to call in some reverse-police brutality. While he was lost in thought, Neptune didn't notice Sun walk out of the bathroom to show off what he put on. It took a few snaps of his fingers for Sun to get Neptune's attention.

Okay, now this was an outfit Neptune could agree with. It combined classy, and badass hard-boiled detective. It was Sun's regular white button-up shirt, except buttoned up most of the way. He had a loose red tie around his neck, and his collar was slightly pulled open. In addition, Sun had a faded black pinstriped vest and gun holster. Combined with the dark trousers from earlier, Sun really did give off the vibe of a cool, hardcore detective. Maybe one who's been on the force for a while and a little world-weary, but still awesome enough to take on most cases singlehandedly.

Flashing Sun a thumbs up and a smile, Neptune gave his approval to Sun's outfit. Sun pumped his fist up and down in the air in victory. He'd finally found his look after all!

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"Man, that took a while," Neptune observed, laying on his bed.

"No kidding," agreed Sun, who wouldn't stop fiddling around with his tie. Even though it was lose around his neck, he still acted like it was an executioner's noose around his throat.

"So… What now?" Neptune asked.

"…Well, we can get our guns n' shit in gear," Sun replied.

"Really? We already have all the stuff we need," Neptune pointed out.

"Huh. Well… wanna just get something to eat?" Sum limply suggested, the wind taken out of his sails.

"Yeah," Neptune said. Giving a glance over to the clock on the wall, he noted, "It's nearly dinner time, anyway."

"Really, huh? Man, time fuckin' flies…" Sun muttered. "Wanna get some tacos?"

"Nah…. Not the cafeteria ones, anyway," Neptune sighed.

"Well, what do cops eat? I mean, other than donuts," Sun mused out loud.

"Hot dogs?" suggested Neptune while he sat up.

Sun nodded the more he thought about it. Yeah, if his memory served him correctly, cops always liked to get hot dogs from a street vender while they walked down the street and discussed a case. Well, that's what television taught him, anyway. That was good enough for him.

"Yeah, I'm down for that," Sun finally decided.

First dressing like a cop, and now he was eating like one! What could possibly be next?

Probably the case, but that could wait.

Those hot dogs needed some attention, after all.

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I'm going to give you readers a challenge. What I want you to do, is try to name all the references that I put in this chapter. It won't be easy! But, since I'm feeling generous today, like the benevolent god that I am, I'll just give you a freebie. The montage song is a slight tweaking of the Kamen Rider theme song. Gotta like them henshins, man! And motorcycles! I'm sure Yang gets it. Just go ahead and leave your guesses in the reviews section for me to check out!

This has been The Draigg, and it's time to transform! HENSHIN!