RWBY ROSG Story

Lets go Sunning

"So Wombag, explain to me why you were hiding under the couch?" Crimson asks in an annoyed tone.

"I owe Hastur a Soul, I only have the two so I needed a place to crash." Wombag replies as he replaces one of the lenses of the mask. "Plus I kind of wanted to be here when the fireworks went off. Clearly I'm early."

Wombag get some glances from the guests before Crimson speak up. "I think your late. Anyways, you want to hide in the library, the game room or one of the guest rooms?"

"Eh maybe, for now I'd like to watch a chapter... 22. Been to long since I've enjoyed my own work. Heh hell I'll be a commentator for any questions Y'all have if you like." Wombag said, turning to the girls as he got the slug arm ready. "Just let me get into something proper."

Wombag then begins moving his arm up and down. Much to his disappointment the arm was malfunctioning. First in a green bandana thong, "Nope." Then A Taco mascot custom "Nope" Then Coco's clothes "Ooohhh damn I look good in it."

Coco lowers her sunglasses as she looks him up and down. "Damn, you don't look that bad. Just ditch the gas mask."

"Never happening." Crimson said in a stern tone. "Wombag, change into something else."

"Agreed, the last guy ripped out his eyeballs... then jerked himself to death. Not sure how to take it." Wombag said with a shudder. He then altered himself into a basic Jeans and Black hoodie with a Luchador logo on it. "Ah, much better. Now then."

He pulls a knife out before slicing the pillow open. Reaching in he pulls out a feather before tickling his arm. The Black goo begins to converse and squirm before a small speck appears. Wombag then grabs it before tearing the entire substance from his arm. Leaving behind a nasty red mark but taking the worm in hand. He puts it back in the jar before remarking, "I owe you a pillow."

"Yes you do. Now let's begin the next chapter." Crimson said as he handed everyone a plate. "Here yours." Crimson hands Wombag a Gecko sandwich with a side of chips and Whiskey.

Wombag smiles as he sits back, feet up and enjoys the following presentation. Though he kept a hand on a Noisy grasshopper, should either Yang or Weiss recall their earlier threats.

Ch. 22 Lets go Sunning

Out in the Mojave near Novac El Dorado early in morning

Ruby and Weiss sat on top of a broken-down highwayman. They have been walking from Jacobstown for a few hours now. For the most part the trip wasn't bad... till the end when the two were swarmed by a Legionary Assignation party. For thirty minutes the two were fighting and killing two Prime Decanus, three Veteran Legionaries, four Vexillarius, all led by a single Centurion. Unlike the last assignation party, they were armed with better equipment.

"(Huff, Huff) So, these are Caesar's Legionaries?" Weiss asked as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Oh yeah, this would be Weiss' first time facing them isn't it." Yang said, getting a nod from the heiress.

"Phew, pretty much." Ruby said as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

"I give them one thing, for a society of savage, slaving, who commits every single atrocity under the sun without a single thought on ethics or morality... they fit the roman attire to a certain point." Weiss said as she vaguely recalled the roman statues in the Madre. "So, why are they this far west? I'm sure they are more preoccupied with the NCR troopers than us two?"

"So is that the only thing they share?" Sienna asks with a raised eyebrow.

"That's a debate I'm not going into." Crimson said.