Story arc: Epsilon Conundrum

RWBY 3 HYPE!

We're back with another chapter! Woo!

I'm gonna try to release after episodes go public on the RT website. No guarantee that will actually happen, kinda like this chapter. Sorry. I'm really irresponsible with my writing XD

If you're wondering what will be used in this story from Volume 3, the answer is: Anything that doesn't conflict with what's already been set forward. I.E. Winter being older, Siegfried not being a nice guy, etc, are not things for this.

Ooblek talks in run-on sentences because he talks in run-on sentences. It makes sense and I'm not too lazy to type the proper punctuation.

Disclaimer: Don't own RWBY. I wouldn't, and don't, do it justice.

Right, let's get on with this before I ramble much longer. Onwards and upwards!

"And you're sure she didn't tell you what was so important?" Pyrrha asked Ren as they approached the Schnee Mansion. It was quite an elegant building, if one was honest. It somehow managed to fuse gothic style architecture with modern, giving it a unique appearance not seen in other parts of Remnant.

"She did not." He replied simply. "You know how Yang is. She doesn't communicate about antics over the Dustweb." He stopped in front of the door and turned to face Pyrrha. Jaune and Nora would be along shortly, but they were gathering supplies to create caches of antic gear in and around the mansion. "All I know is it involves Weiss. And if she called us in, it must be big."

"Does this not seem fishy to you, Ren?" The swordswoman asked. "Ruby told us Weiss' memories were gone, but Yang calls us in on an antic? That seems… wrong."

"It's not strictly against Antic Order regulations." Ren said. "Of course, my info comes from Zombi, and he's not necessarily the best source of info."

Suddenly, the door opened and hit Ren in the back of the head. He stumbled forward before turning around and coming face to face with Weiss' younger sister. "Hello, Winter." He said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh dear." she said. "Are you okay? I didn't know you were out here or I would've been more careful."

"I'm fine." He replied. "Pyrrha and I are here to see Yang. Is she here?"

"Oh, yes, come on inside." She moved out of the way, allowing the Order members to enter into the grand foyer. "She's in the dining room, down the hall to the left." Winter said.

Ren bowed slightly. "Thanks."

"Okay, Weiss," Yang said as she walked into the room, trailed by Ren. "You remember a couple days ago when I said I was bringing some friends of mine to help you replace some of your memories?"

"Uh… No."

"Good!" Yang said. "Because I didn't. Lesson one, expect the unexpected." She pulled aside a curtain, revealing a chalkboard upon which those words had been written. "This is Ren. Ren, you know who this is."

"Hello again, Weiss." Ren nodded.

"Right!" Said Yang suddenly. "Let's begin!"

Back at Beacon…

Ooblek sighed contentedly as he set his coffee down on his desk. It was a good day; No students had destroyed the cafeteria, there were no mecha battles, Port wasn't challenging him to competition on the shooting range. In fact, the Antic Order—whom he had no quarrel with, seeing as their damage to his property was minor or easily repaired by Glynda's Semblance—were almost all in Atlas right now.

Except for a few.

As the teacher got comfortable in his chair, there was a knock at the door at the top of the student desks, prompting another sigh from the Hunter. "Enter."

Out came a familiar form, though only from tales in fear told around the mech stove. The most dangerous member of the Vale chapter of the Antic Order.

Zwei, the Welsh Corgi.

Ozpin gulped. "Hello, er, Zwei." He said to the dog as it crossed the room. "What can I do for you?" The corgi replied with a series of explanatory yips and yaps, spinning a tale of memory loss, investigation, terrorism, and the like. "Miss Schnee has lost her memory and needs our help regaining it? Excellent! I have needed a chance to get out of the Academy for a few hours to refresh my mind! A doctor can only stare at the same walls for so long before their mind begins to numb. So where are we off to?" Another series of barks and woofs explained to the Prof—er, Doctor—that they would be heading to Atlas and meeting with Ruby Rose and Weiss' sister, Winter. "Right let's get going then!" The green haired man scooped the corgi up off the floor and zipped out the door, rushing off to Atlas.

A few minutes later, in Atlas…

Ruby and Winter were just outside the SDC headquarters, watching the cleanup crew at work. "Ruby…" Winter started. "Never mind. It's not my place."

"What's up?" Ruby replied.

Winter sighed. "What is my sister to you?" She blurted out suddenly. "You stayed in her room after we got her home, you carried her all the way to the mansion, you just about didn't leave her side for the entire day after she woke up…"

Ruby blanched and looked away from the other girl. "Is that not what you for your partner?" She replied cautiously.

"The academy in Atlas doesn't do partners, per sey." Said Winter. "They stress individualism in a unit. I don't… really know my team very well." The white haired girl let out a sigh and turned to face Ruby. "You didn't answer my question."

Ruby was saved from having to reply, however, as a gush of wind nearly knocked the two of them over. Several of the cleanup crew did, in fact, get toppled, and unleashed a series of curses. "Hello my dears fine morning isn't it?" Ooblek said in his usual manner—so fast it was nearly unintelligible. From the doctor's arms, Zwei yipped his own greeting at the Huntresses.

"Doctor… Ooblek?" Asked Ruby, confusion apparent in her voice. "We called Zwei just a few minutes ago, how are you already here?"

"Ah yes see I realized that taking an airship would be immeasurably slower than simply running here. I should have arrived approximately two seconds sooner than I did however I wasted valuable time running to the airship docks before realizing how slow they truly are." The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose, having forgotten there was a corgi in his arms. The dog in question fell to the floor and proceeded to jump onto Ruby's head. "Now that we're here shall we proceed with the investigation?"

"I… Suppose we should." Winter said, sparing a glance at Ruby. The reaper shrugged before reaching up to remove the corgi from her head. "Where should we start first, Professor?"

Ooblek's eyes narrowed. "Doctor." He grumbled. "I do believe we should start with the police who dealt with the investigation and ask what they found seeing as any evidence located within the building will have been destroyed already."

"Sound good to me!" Ruby replied, starting off in that direction, only for Ooblek to zip past her. "Or… you could go…" She mumbled.

Winter moved to stand beside the reaper with a sigh. "Is he always like this?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Ruby started walking in the other direction, towards the shopping district. "C'mon, he'll find us when we're done, apologize profusely for forgetting we're not that fast, and then do it again."

They walked in silence for a moment, save for Zwei barking at butterflies, before Winter spoke up again. "Isn't your Semblance speed?"

Ruby nodded. "Yeah, why?"

"Can you go that fast?"

"Not in a million years." Ruby said. "I heard he got the previous generation of the Antic Order—your father, my father, and some of the others—to invent Dust infused coffee to make him faster. I won't go anywhere near it."

"I see." Winter replied. The rest of the journey was held in silence, despite Winter knowing that Ruby still hadn't answered her question.

Back at the Schnee mansion…

Yang handed the object to Weiss. It appeared to be a long, grey metal tube with a rifle grip towards one end. On the side was a yellow warning label that said 'do not point at self.' "Weiss, do you know what this is?"

"How would I?" The heiress replied, only a little sarcastically.

"Good answer!" Yang exclaimed. "We'll make Order material of you yet. Ren, would you care to explain what this is?"

Ren nodded and picked up his own. "This is a cosplay cannon." He said. "They were used in the Great Antic War of the Reactsverse. However, they were never invented in our world." He opened the top of the tube and pulled out a tightly packed bundle of clothing, which was wrapped in plastic. Looking at it, Weiss couldn't make out the pieces, but there didn't seem to be much in the way of fabric actually inside. "A few of our… Contacts in the Order smuggled them in for us. The basic premise is non-lethal, yet still devastating. Death by lack of modesty. These bundles of clothing are skimpy cosplays of various things. Fairies, vampires, Catwoman. You name it, it's an option."

"That seems… Less than honorable." The heiress said. "But, then again, pranks must have their own code of honor. Right?"

Ren nodded. "We'll cover the Concordat another time." He said as he tossed Weiss a bundle of fabric. "For now, we're have a little supervised hands-on training for you."

"Ren?" Yang asked. "Who are we messing with? We're the only ones here, aren't we?"

"You're forgetting Pyrrha." The ninja said. "Weiss, I want you to go out into the mansion, find Pyrrha—she's the one wearing arm-"

"Wait." Weiss interrupted. "Not Pyrrha Nikos? The winner of the Mistral Regional Tournaments four years in a row? The one on Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes boxes?"

"...Yeah…" Said Yang, a tone of confusion preying on her usual upbeat attitude. "That's something you remember?"

Weiss nodded. "It seems so. Strange."

"Regardless, I want you to find Pyrrha and shoot her with the cosplay cannon." Ren continued. "You're friends, she'll understand. Probably."

"Alright." Weiss replied. She stood up and loaded the cannon, only fumbling with it a little. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Weiss walked slowly through the house, something ingrained deeper than memory taking over, making her be cautious. She guessed it might be the training she had supposedly gone through, but pushed away the thought. Right now there was only her mission. Find a world renowned fighter and shoot her with a non-lethal weapon.

As she rounded the corner, she spotted Pyrrha sitting in a chair, facing away. She had a laptop and appeared to be looking over some kind of blueprints.

Weiss leveled the weapon at the other woman, pulled the trigger and…

Nothing.

The clothing collapsed in a pile on the floor behind Pyrrha, who audibly sighed. "My Semblance is polarity, and my armor is metal." She said. "Lesson one, expect the unexpected."

"Wh-" Weiss managed to get out before Yang jumped out of a cabinet at the far end of the room and shot the heiress with a cosplay cannon. The heiress looked down and immediately blushed. However it worked—which was truly inexplicable—she was now dressed solely in a skimpy fairy outfit, complete with wings and leaves in her hair. "Pranked by pranksters. What did I expect?"

It was at that moment Ruby and Winter entered the room. 'Hey, guys, what's goin-" Ruby stopped short, eyes fixed on Weiss. She realized belatedly she was staring and shook her head. "Uh, you know, I left something I need upstairs. I'll be back!" She yelled as she ran off, trying to hide a nose bleed.

"Weiss, what on Remnant are you wearing?" Winter asked. "What's going on here?"

The room collectively sighed. "It's a long story." They said, nearly in unison.

I, uh, made a lot of throwbacks here. XD

There was the professor/doctor thing. Not really a throwback, but still applicable.

Then the cosplay cannons. That was over a year ago for sure, possibly two? I'd have to check when Weiss Reacts volume 1 ended.

Then the thing at the end of the Yellow Trailer. "*sigh* It's a long story."

I probably made others but oh well.

Peace out peeps