August Rain in Austin

An Unusual Rain

Before I get this party started, I would like to dedicate this entire work to my best friend and biggest fan. Hazelsaur705, this one's for you!

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It was time. A week left before RTX, and the frantic rush to get the convention center prepared had begun. Everyone was bustling around with cables for this, tables for that, promotions for the up and coming RWBY season, and so on.

Due to the great amount of preparation going on, hardly anyone was in the actual office, since most were focusing their efforts on helping with the convention. This was the case for Ray Narvaez, Jr. The youngest achievement hunter member was busy stocking some of the merchandising tables with items, going back and forth with boxes full of RT products.

As one of the quietest of the group, he was determined to keep to the task, but in the end couldn’t avoid chatting while he worked.  “Excited for this year’s convention, X-Ray?” Coworker Gavin Free teased as he helped Ray carry some merchandise to the table.

“Yeah, of course! I’m always happy to meet with the fans,” the native New Yorker replied with a grin. “Not to mention the fact that Markiplier is going to be here this year too, so maybe we’ll get to hang out with him while he’s here.”

“Oh yeah, that guy you met up with at PAX? Cool, can’t wait to meet ‘im myself!” Gavin said cheerily. “So everything’s all set, huh?”

“Yeah, he said he got his pass alright, and he’ll be here the day before the convention starts, so everything worked out okay.” Ray rambled as they began taking things out of the boxes and neatly arranged them onto the tables.

Just then, a furious roar that could only be from the rage king Michael Jones himself cut across their conversation, obviously distressed about something. “GAVIN YOU PIECE OF SHIT, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” You could hear the venom in his voice, but instead of fear, Gavin only seemed pleased by the reaction.

Gavin half-squawked, half-laughed as he said “Oh, Micool saw it, I’m in trouble now! Cheers, Ray!” And with that, the Brit ran off like a child, with an angry Michael right behind him.

“Gavin, you asshole! I TOLD you not to mess with the banners, you idiot!” Michael’s voice could still be heard as he chased his friend down the hallway.

Ray just watched them both run off with an amused expression on his face. “Those two, I swear…” he sighed, then went back to what he was doing, walking back to the front to see if there were any more boxes. If not, he would find something else to help out with; there was no lack of work this time around.

He neared the area where the boxes used to be, but there were no more to be found. “No more boxes, huh? Guess I’ll go find Geoff and see what he wants me to do,” Ray said to himself as he spun around in search of his employer. Instead, he ended up running into Jack Pattillo.

“Hey Ray, mind helping me out with some of these banners while you’re here? Michael was supposed to help but he ran off.” Jack explained as he struggled to hold onto some of the promotional posters and banners. Ray nodded his consent and reached out to take some of them.

As they continued walking, Ray noticed that some of the posters looked crumpled and ripped at the edges. “What the hell happened to those?”

Jack sighed. “Fucking Gavin messed up the posters! We told him not to touch anything until we got back from bringing in the merch boxes, but I guess it was too big a request for his tiny mind to process.”

Ray chuckled. “So that’s what that was about. Gavin…” Shaking his head, he asked “You see Geoff anywhere? I was going to see what else he needed me to do when I’m finished helping you.”