𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 (English)

Chapter 73

They needed a chainsaw to get Pyrrha out.

That sounded ridiculous, and it was, but it turned out that when human hair had quite a lot of strength when it was several metres thick. Scissors could cut it, but only a bit at a time, and it would have taken a full day to get her out. That would have then involved having to ferry food and fluids to her, since Pyrrha couldn't move due to the weight of her hair. A lot of it had grown over her arms and legs as well, pinning her down.

It took some Port an hour to cut Pyrrha out as it was, carefully moving the chainsaw around her body and even deciding to cut through the bed to free her. Eventually, she was able to scramble out, with a jagged haircut, leaving a room full of bright red hair behind her. The second she was out, Ren was on his knees clutching his stomach.

"I deserved that," he rasped.

"You're lucky I'm too desperate to do more!" Pyrrha hissed, and sprinted off before Ren could receive his full punishment.

The door to the closest toilet slammed shut behind her.

Their room was pretty much screwed. Pyrrha's hair was bunched up like vines, tangled and clinging to everything, and it had smashed its way out the window as well. Their beds couldn't be seen for all the hair. When Jaune had realised what happened, he had to fight his way out of it, and then crawl over the top of her hair like he was on some soft mattress. Glynda had not been amused when she finally got there, though Oswald certainly had been if his guffaw was anything to go by.

"You will all be serving detention for this!" she hissed. "Really, experimenting with Mr Arc's Semblance when you know the risks—"

Nora raised a hand. "I wasn't even there."

After Ren and Jaune confirmed it was true, Nora got removed from the detention – not that it saved the rest of them.

"We're going to have to burn this out," Glynda said, crossing her arms and scowling darkly. "There is simply no way we're untangling this much human hair, let alone moving it through the corridors. It would take hours to cut it into smaller pieces."

"We might be able to save some of the furniture," Oswald said, still smiling to himself. "Cut around it and drag it out before putting the rest of the room to a blowtorch. Luckily, hair burns quite easily, so we should be able to manage it without starting a fire."

"Should is not good enough," Glynda snapped. "I'll need to arrange for a professional fire safety team to make sure we don't set the whole wing alight. That means this room is quarantined until further notice." Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "You'll be assigned a new dorm. Permanently. This one is unlikely to be inhabitable until the new year."

Ouch. He hadn't realised it was quite that bad. "Sorry..."

"I'm sure Doctor Oobleck will be thrilled with your experimentation. Report to him this evening before your detention. And I needn't say this, but do not mention what happened here." Glynda paused as Pyrrha came sullenly back. The girl's eyes were ringed with red, and she sniffled helplessly.

It looked like she'd seen her savage new haircut in the bathroom mirror.

To be fair to Port, he'd done it with a chainsaw.

Glynda let out a dramatic sigh. "Skip the day. You've missed half of it anyway. Take your teammate to a hairdresser in the city and get this sorted out. It's up to you all to come up with an excuse for all this that explains away the matter."

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Miraculously, Pyrrha's hair came out of it all okay.

Professor Port had made sure to cut her hair longer than it had been, so all the horrifically angled and jagged cuts had been snipped out at a hairdresser in the city and brought back to what was pretty much a mirror of how she'd looked before. It was maybe half an inch shorter.