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Cafeteria War

(Y/N): Your name

(M/N): Mothers name

(F/N): Fathers name

(H/C): Hair color

(E/C): Eye Color

(H/L): Hair Length

(R/N): Racing Name

(W/N): Weapon name

(D/C): Dream Car

Thinking

Speaking over Scroll/Radio/sign/memories

Location, Time, Date, POV switch

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*Roman POV*


It's been weeks since I met with Y/N, and I still couldn't get the kid's voice out of my head. Would I quit crime, could I? It would certainly be nice, but could I even do it. Neo and I would finally be safe, I wouldn't have to worry about getting my head blown off every time I went outside, and I could stop running constantly. Perhaps, it's time I quit, but to where.

Vacuo, that's it.


*Timeskip brought to you by a switch to Y/N's POV*


In the mess hall me and CNFR are sitting down next to JNPR. Nora was throwing grapes at Yang, Ren was, well, being Ren, it's hard to tell with that kid. Jaune was talking while drinking his water but was now currently coughing up what went down the wrong pipe, and Me and Pyrrha were talking about our powers.

"I'm telling you, I had Ravio go through it, if we do it right we could straight just shoot lightning out of our hands." I say with my hands in a finger purse.

"I don't know, that sounds really dangerous." She replies with a look of apprehension. 

"We fight monsters which could rip most people in half for fun here, I think we're a little past dangerous." I reply unamused.

just as I say that I see Nora throw a pie toward team RWBY's table. I turn back fast enough to see it hit snowflake. I look back to see Nora pointing at Ren accusingly.

Let slip the dogs of war

RWBY quickly returned fire at us. CNFR was smart enough to get out of the way, however after long there wasn't any cover left and we were out in the open, a row of tables was in the center and at one end JNPR with a mountain of tables, on the other side was team RWBY.

"I'm queen of the castle! I'm queen of the castle!" Nora says on top of the mountain in a sing song voice.

"Justice will be swift! Justice will be painful!" Ruby says as she crushes a carton of milk. "It will be delicious!" She yells out.

"YEAH!" The rest of team RWBY shouts out.

"Off with their heads!" Nora yells as they both spring into combat.

The watermelons came down hard on us. Me and the rest of CNFR all dived quickly into a prone position. Crawling through the chips, soda, and watermelon watermelon bits on the floor we're just barely able to trudge our way over to cover behind a table.

"What the hell is going on, I thought food was for eating!" Ravio shouts in a frenzy. looking up from the safety of the table.

"Keep your head down private!" Carroll shouts pulling him back down.

Ketchup, fish, watermelons, and baguettes all crumpled on the floor. Piles of food start accumulating around us, mounds of watermelons and bread litter the floor haphazardly. I look up to see Nora getting ready to swing at Weiss. Bracing ourselves we get ready for the impact.

She hits Weiss, and with that a massive shockwave occurs. It sends us and the tables we were under over to the other side of the room. me and the rest of CNFR are flung overs and when I was finally able to look up after taking shelter behind a bench time seems to slow down. Ruby is holding Weiss as a pillar collapses. I see Carroll trying to get ahold of his senses only to be blasted up in the air by a watermelon and he lays flat on the ground unmoving. Ravio's scared out of his mind and is hunched over under what remains of a table flinching at everything passing by. Angelo is looking me straight in the eye saying something I can't hear. Eventually it zips all back to reality and I hear Angelo finally.

"What the hell do we do now sir?" He asks.

"Get under cover, there's tables over there, and over there," I say pointing to them, "you stay here you're a dead man!" I yell as I start running towards Carroll.

I see him on the ground, flat on his back, I grab his arms and start dragging him over to a table where I prop him up.

"What's the odds we make it out alive here Ravio?" I ask.

"Not good," He replies pulling out of his trance.

We look up weakly to see that Yang has been launched out of the building, Blake had been thrown over here like a ragdoll, and Ruby was preparing some tornado attack. It was horrific, a flurry of soda, food, and tables collide into the battered and beaten remains of JNPR, leaving them on the wall covered in food and grime.

CNFR was covered in putrid bits of watermelon, fries, and chips as well as smelly splotches of grease and various soft drinks. 

"Well, we survived." I say out loud wiping off a piece of bread off my chest.

"This is going to need, a dry clean, maybe two." Carroll says angrily looking up at Ruby.

While we were trying to wipe off the food remnants off of our clothes in my peripheral vision I see Glynda storm into the room fuming.

So much for surviving

She uses here telekinesis to re organize the room to it's original proper manner.

"Children, please. Do not play with your food!" She says angrily.

This is it, I never thought I'd be killed by my teacher, but here we are.

Me and the rest of the shell-shocked members of team CNFR sit down and wait for the oh so sweet embrace of death to come over us. It didn't come, and instead we are cursed, as we now have to live the rest of our lives knowing what happened here, carrying it in each of our souls until a burns a hole through it. 

RWBY and JNPR are laughing until they see the battered remains of CNFR, to survive we had to sacrifice not only our morals, but our very soul and individual personalities, war had turned us into monsters of the worst kind and nothing could reverse it's abhorrent effects. If hell is a real place, I can't imagine it being much worse than the battle of the Beacon lunchroom. On our face is nothing but blank stares and soulless eyes, nothing but a shell. Can you say we're really alive? What does it mean to live? Whatever it does, we certainly weren't at that moment, we were dead for all intensive purposes.

"Same time next week?" I ask immediately perking up.


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