Kaylee had made her way to the ventilation shaft on the facility's roof. The yellow Gelert was decked out in the latest spy gear and was all set to rescue the kidnapped petpets. She waited for her teammates to get into position, then jumped down the narrow duct... Ooph! She landed on her tail, seated in some sort of chair! Metal cuffs snapped shut, pinning her wrists!
"Hey! Let me go!"
"And undo all the work we put into setting up such an obvious trap? I'm afraid not."
She realized someone was standing a few feet away; close enough to be perceived but far enough away for the shadows to keep his appearance a secret. Hands clasped behind his back- it seemed as if he was holding something. Kaylee had an unpleasant feeling she was due to discover what…
"I'm sure by now you have an idea of how this is going to go," he drawled, "so I'll start you off with an easy one: What's the PPL doing poking around our property?"
Beauty and the Wolf
It was just another day at Beacon. The weekend was here and pretty much every student was out and about, trying to get away from anything that has to do with school.
Well, except a certain Faunus named Blake. She was instead scouring the bookshelves in the library, looking for a new read. Scanning the novels, none of them really seemed to stand out to her. Although, when she looked up, she saw a title that she knew would interest her: Ninjas of Love Vol. 2.
“Yes, it’s here!” she said to herself.
Getting onto her tiptoes, she tried to reach for it, but she was just about a few inches.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”
She tried a little harder, to no avail. That was until a hand easily snagged the book. Startled, she turned around. It was (y/n). He looked at the book, then back at her.
“You like this stuff?” he asked. Blake blushed from embarrassment.
“Hey, it’s a really good book, don’t judge!”
Goldilocks and the Wolf
(y/n) didn’t know it, but a pair of lilac eyes had been watching him throughout his first weeks of attending Beacon. She watched as he ate his meals, during class, and while he sparred with his teammates. Yang just couldn’t help but to be enamored with him, it was understandable for a girl her age to be attracted to (y/n), who really was easy on the eyes. But there was one thing she saw as a flaw, and that was (y/n)’s uptight personality. He never really interacted with anyone except with his teammates, and even that was scarce. She had tried to get a “hello” out of him, all he did was respond with a grunt and keep moving on.
It was on a weekend when she finally managed to stop him and get him to speak with her . . . . . . . by grabbing onto his tail when he tried to walk away after giving his brief response to her greeting. He let out a pained yelp.
“Hellloooo!!” she greeted cheerfully again.
“You already said that! N
Special Detective Iris Forester had served in the Air Force and took great pride in marching in the annual Memorial Day parade. Decked out in her full THORN dress uniform, she was pleased to set a good example of continued service to her country as well as her community. She walked the entire way, head held high, beside her fellow officers and veterans.
It came as no surprise when she arrived home, bone tired, that she was in no mood for her partner's silly antics. She slammed the door behind her, still in a huff, and pulled off her tunic to hang it, for the moment, on the nearby coat rack.
"Gees! What's got your tail in a knot?" Joe asked.
"Oh, you really want to know?" Iris asked, taking a seat at the dinning table.
"Of course," he replied.
Iris pulled out her side arm and dropped out the magazine. The table was cluttered with tools and parts; left out for day-to-day use. After clearing the chamber, she went to work performing her usual end-of-day maintenance.
"Well, let's see," she
Roxanne unlocked the library and let herself in. She was the only person, other than his wife, that Mr. Wolf trusted with a key. The hotel was closed for the evening and she was alone. Having stoked up the fire, she put her paws up on a foot stool, and settled down in her seat. It had been a long day and she felt content to relax, at last.
A moment passed and she was joined by Maxwell, the hotel desk clerk. He bore a kettle and teacups on serving tray and looked for all the world like a proper English butler.
"I'm quite sorry, Ms. Drake. I didn't mean to startle you. I saw the door was open and thought you might like some company..."
He poured a cup for each of them and offered her the platter. As she reached to help herself he withdrew it, sharply.
"Ms. Drake, surely you don't intend to saver such delicacies with your gloves still on! You handle money and all sorts of other things with them and I think it's hardly fitting for you to eat with them, as well!"
Roxie blushed around the ea