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RWBY Watches Classic Movies
Chapter 1
Teams RWBY, JNR, Sun, Ilia, and Oscar were walking down the streets of Mistral together, ready for a relaxing night out, with Qrow, Ghira, and Kali following them.
"Remind me again how you two dolts managed to convince me to go with you on this little outing again? We have very important plans to be making." Weiss complained.
"That's exactly why we're doing this." Yang retorted, "Sure, there's a lot of planning to be done before we can set out for Atlas-"
"Ugh, don't remind me." Weiss and Ilia groaned.
"But we can't do any of that with fried brains. We need to take some time to relax, and recharge. Otherwise, we won't be any good when we need to be. Ain't that right, Blakey?"
"I can confirm that she is right this time." Blake said with a small grin.
"Ha! See? Wait a minute, what do you mean 'this time'?"
"Besides," Ruby said, cutting of her sister, "We got free tickets to this theater anyway, might as well use them."
"What movie are we seeing anyway?" Jaune asked.
"I dunno," Ruby replied, looking at the tickets, "It looks to be some sort of film festival, but it doesn't list any of the movies."
"Ah, well, not knowing is half the fun, am I right?" Yang said.
"I believe Ms. Schnee would fight you on that." Ozcar said.
"Hey!"
A few minutes later, the group of thirteen entered the theater laden with popcorn, drinks, and enough candy to last them till judgement day. Yang and Ren were designated distributers of said candy, because, well because Ruby and Nora. Ilia made sure to sit next to Blake and Sun, but as far away from Weiss as possible. She still had trouble trusting the former Schnee heiress. The adults sat a few rows back to allow the youngsters a relative bit of privacy. The lights began to dim, and everyone, thinking the film was about to start, quieted down and stared at the screen. However, instead of the film beginning, a shaggy white wolf walked out and sat before them.
“Greetings,” he said in a deep, spectral voice, his mouth not even moving, "I am the Old Wolf. You may call me Logan. Welcome to my theater. Tonight, you will be entertained by a series of hand-picked movies of my own choice from a world known as Earth. However, each of these movies will be staring all of you in one capacity or another."
"What?!" everyone said collectively.
“You will all be featured at some point, as well as people you know who are not present. Perhaps even people you'd rather not look upon at all. If it helps, simply think of these as alternate universes.
“And do not worry about how long you will be here. By stepping into this theater, you have entered what is essentially a pocket dimension that is unbound by the laws of reality. You will be returned to your world either when I get bored, or if the ideas cease to come to me."
"And what, exactly, gives you the idea that you have the right to do this to us?" Weiss asked indignantly.
“Stick around, Ms. Schnee, and you just might find out. And yes, I do in fact know all your names and a good deal of your personal histories."
“Now let us begin with a personal favorite of mine."
The theater filled with the sounds of the jungle as the beginning credits began to roll along with the title.
"Jurassic Park, huh? Never heard of it." Ruby said, through a mouthful of popcorn.
"Course you haven't," Yang said, sipping her soda, "Movies from another reality, remember?"
"Am I the only one here who has a problem with that?" Weiss said with exasperation.
The screen showed a thicket of jungle which was shaking, showing signs of movement within. Occasionally, it would show a Faunus worker wearing an orange hardhat. Qrow stood amongst the group of Faunus workers- all holding weapons that looked obviously non-lethal- holding his Harbinger fully deployed in scythe mode .
Ruby could tell he was serious about whatever was happening since his flask was nowhere to be seen.
Eventually, a forklift appeared from within the jungle carrying a small shipping container with what appeared to be ventilation holes cut into it.
"What's in the box!" Yang said with a grin.
"I knew letting you watch Seven as a kid was a bad idea." Qrow said to himself.
The forklift brought the container over to a loading dock next to some sort of holding pen and lowered it to the ground before quickly backing off. Text appeared onscreen, reading "Isla Nublar, 120 miles west of Menagerie."
"So this stuff takes place in our own world?" Ilia voiced aloud.
"Apparently, though I've never heard of an island near Menagerie by that name." Ghira said
"Real world, fictional setting. Classic set-up." Blake said.
Qrow approached the box before turning back to the workers.
"Okay, pushing team, move in there. I want tasers on full charge." He ordered.
Whatever was in the container screeched and caused the container to shake, scaring the crew and making them back away in fright.
"Jeez, what the hell is in there?" Nora said with a flinch.
"Must be dangerous at least, especially if they're taking this many precautions just to get it in a holding pen." Jaune answered.
"Steady!" Qrow called out calmly, "Go on. Step back in." More workers moved to help their co-workers, working to find purchase on the container without risk to themselves. "And push." The container moved until the end facing the holding pen was flush with the pen. "Locked. Loading team step away." The workers moved away from the container quickly, while another Faunus with lion ears climbed on top. "Geoffery, raise the gate." The man, Geoffery, apparently, nodded and grasped the bar in front of him and began to lift it.
"Getting a bad feeling about this." Ruby said.
When it had reached Geoffery's waist, the creature in the container shrieked and ran. However, instead to propelling itself forward, the container moved backwards. Geoffery lost his balance and fell off to the side of the container. Whatever was inside grabbed him by the legs and tried to drag him in, but he caught the side of the container, screaming in pain.
“Block the opening!" Qrow yelled as he moved to help Geoffery, tossing away his scythe "Don't let her get out!" The workers who were armed surged forward and began to fire their weapons like mad. Geoffery tried to grab one of the ladder rungs on the side, but was pulled back and lifted bodily off the ground, causing Qrow to stumble. He rose to his feet and tried to wrap his arms about the man's chest. The creature inside shrieked in pain from the many weapons firing on it.
“Work her back!" Qrow yelled with a growl, struggling to save the man's life. He could feel Geoffery slipping from his grip.
"Shoot her!" he ordered. He was only holding Geoffery's arm now. "Shoot her!" he cried again. Gunshots rang out, but it was too late. Geoffery slipped through his arm and was lost.
"Holy crap." Yang said, wide-eyed like the rest of her friends. Absentmindedly, she reached over, took some of Ruby's popcorn and ate it.
Ruby did nothing to stop her.
The scene transitioned to a man with snow white hair and blue eyes, dressed in an all-white business suit and holding a briefcase, standing on a wooden raft being pulled towards shore by a rope. He nervously waved to the men onshore. The text onscreen read "Mano de Dios Amber Mine, Vacuo."
"Whitley?" Weiss said, snapping everyone out of their stunned silence.
"Who?" Ruby asked.
"My asshole little brother, who weaseled his way into being the new heir of my family's company."
"So I guess we can assume that this is another one of your family's mines?" Ilia said with a little snark, earning an arm pinch from Blake.
"I don't think so," Weiss replied, "Look."
A rather large, light skinned man with a rather impressive moustache sat with three more dark-skinned, Faunus men, turning a hat in his hands.
“I really dislike this kid." He said quietly so that only the workers could hear him. They chuckled, obviously agreeing with him.
"Professor Port?" It was Yang's turn to be incredulous.
"See? First off, the SDC only deals in Dust. We don't even have the tech to mine amber, nor does my father see any profit in it. Second, if this were an SDC mine, conditions would be far, far worse for the workers, mainly because the overseer would be one of my father's hand-picked toadies from Atlas who shares his views in almost everything. Someone like Port would never be put in charge.
“Peter." Whitley said, offering him his hand, half in greeting, half in request for help off the raft.
“Hello, Mr Schnee. Welcome." Port said with easy friendliness, taking his hand and leading him towards the mine.
“What's this I hear at the airport? Ozpin's not even here?" Whitley said with slight incredulity, getting right to business.
“He sends his apologies." Port replied, already tired of the young man.
“We are facing a twenty million lien lawsuit by the family of that worker, and you're telling me Ozpin can't even bother to see me?"
"Holy sh*t!" Sun said.
"How much?" Now it was Ilia's turn.
“He had to leave early. He wanted to be with his daughter, she's getting a divorce."
“Well, I understand that, but we've been advised to deal with the situation now. The insurance company-" his last word trailed off as he slipped on a rock.
“You okay?" Port asked, helping him up.
Whitley dusted himself off and continued, "The underwriters feel that the accident has raised some very serious safety questions about the park. That makes the investors very, very anxious. I had to promise to conduct a very thorough, on-site inspection."
Port stopped and turned to face Whitley, "Ozpin hates inspections. They slow everything down."
“Peter, they'll pull the funding. That'll slow him down even more." Whitley said as a rat Faunus came running up to Port and told him something in a language none of the viewers understood, Faunus aside. Port replied in the same language, and followed the man with an excited look on his face.
They stepped into the mine proper, which was filled with different kinds of Faunus in lamp-helmets digging away at the rock. Whitley, being inexperienced with such things, immediately rammed his head into a support beam. "Ow!"
“Watch your head." Port said after the fact.
Ignoring his momentary embarrassment, Whitley continued. "If two experts sign off on the island, the insurance guys will back off. I've already got Nora Valkyrie, but they think she's too trendy. They want Jaune Arc."
"Why would they want me to consult?" Jaune asked.
"Why not?" Ruby chirped.
"You still give yourself far too little credit, Mr Arc. Need I remind you that Team RNJR never would have made it to Haven if not for your leadership?" Ozcar said.
“Arc?" Port asked with a laugh, "You'll never get him out of Vale." He took something that a worker gave him and called for his workers to come have a look.
“Why not?" Whitley asked, confused.
“Because Arc's like me. He's a digger." Port said as he gazed at the stone in his hand. It was a chunk of amber with a mosquito fossilized inside.
