RWBY Tinker Taylor!
Lisa frowned and looked over the 'gift' Taylor had given her. Her power was giving her literally less than nothing on it.
"It's..." she struggled to form words.
Taylor giggled. "You aren't supposed to know."
It's a box. It's not a box. There might be wrapping paper over it. Wow, power, really? What a help you were today. Lisa sighed and gave up- "Why are you all looking at me like that?"
Alec was laughing his ass off, Brian was trying not to laugh and failing (though not too badly), Rachel was actually smirking at her, and Taylor was a giddy over-excited ball of Tinker sweetness. "You look so flustered by it." Brian explained. "It's not a look we see often on you."
Lisa grumpled. "I'm not that-!"
"You are. I mean, seriously, it's a present! You're supposed to open it and then find out the contents," Brian gave up all politeness and just started bellowing with laughter at Lisa's indignant pouting.
"Fine! Fine." she sighed, looking up Taylor's continued adorkable gleefulness and letting the child's gleeful madness infect her before ripping into the gift. "It's a box."
Taylor rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Well yeah, I didn't want you to hurt yourself with it."
Lisa glared at her.
"Just open it!"
"Box... Styrofoam beans- where the hell do you even get those?"
"Heh, uh... I know a guy at the post office." Taylor blushed. "You're almost there!"
Brian, who'd been informed by Taylor earlier, got up and starting pushing the furniture around to clear a space in the middle of the room. Alec even helped a little! ... if getting off the couch Brian was pushing counted as 'helping', that is.
"Oh my god." Lisa's eyes widened considerably as she pulled the rapier out of the foam beans, the box simply dropping from her limp grip as she slumped in her seat, completely dumbstruck. "You... oh my god."
"SURPRISE!" Taylor shouted, leaping up and throwing her hands in the air adorably. "I named it Myrtenaster." Name relates to family of flowers. White. "Do you like it?" she asked, almost hopping on the spot, eager for praise.
"I... wow." Lisa jumped up and gave the tall skinny girl a bone-crusher of a hug. "THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!!" she squealed, before pulling away and mimicking a few fencing moves at Alec and Brian, who were lazing on the couch opposite. "Hya! ENGUARD!" she grinned, squeezing the handle-
"No-!"
A gout of red flame shot from the blade, splashing over the males and eliciting screams of fright and pain.
Lisa recoiled with an "EEP!", cringing away as she held the rapier against her chest protectively.
"What the hell?!" Rachel growled, her and her dogs more than a little riled up by the pyrotechnic display.
Taylor decided her feet were in dire need of closer inspection as she swung back and forth and twiddled her thumbs. "I... maaay not have emptied the Dust chambers properly after testing..."
Brian's... well, not blackened, but newly scorched face glared at her.
"Sorry!"
Lisa finally calmed her beating heart and gave eccentric adorkable Tinker an exasperated look. "Really, Taylor?"
Taylor's face went an even brighter pink. "Sorry..."
Lisa sighed and turned her power on the weapon. Maybe it- Myrtenaster- was the source of the disruptions. Powered by Dust. Not powered by Dust. Dust might power it. Dust may be a substance of alternate physics. Dust is colourful. Yup...
"Here's yours!" Lisa was brought back to the party by... great big golden bracelets on Brian's wrists.
"Uh, shouldn't Alec be the one interested in jewellery?" Brian asked, eying the things critically.
"Up, up, up!" Taylor ordered, bodily grabbing Brian and using her really, really surprising strength to haul him to his feet. "Also, before you miming moves like Lisa, this one is still loaded."
Brian looked at the bracelets like they were going to bite him.
"They should be non-lethal but they're fairly concussive so it's definitely going to break shit if you miss who you're aiming at."
Now he was certain they were going to bite him.
-.-.-
"WHEN THE FU-"
"CLOCKBLOCKER!!!"
"-CK DID HELLHOUND GET A MOTHERFU-"
"CLOCKBLOCKER!!!"
"-CKING ROCKET LAUNCHER?!"
"Enguard! Ahahahah!"
"SOMEONE GET THE BITCH WITH THE POINTY-STABBY THING AWAY FROM-"
*fwoosh*
"OH DEAR GOD WHY DOES IS HAVE A FLAMETHROWER?!"
"Wow, Grue, into fashion recently?"
*ka-chink* "Shut up, Gallant."
*gulp* "Shutting up."
Kid Win sat on the roof opposite, overlooking the bank, snacking on a juice box with Beacon. "So, what'd you give Regent?" he asked, passing over a chocolate chip cookie, which Beacon squee'd over for a moment before shoving the whole thing in at once.
"Zhat lazy fuffer?"
Regent then burst out of the bank, twirling his sceptre nonchalantly.
"A flare gun."
The piercing, high-pitched whistle of each rainbow-colour prismatic flare eventually got everyone ducking on-demand.
"..."
"What? It was the easiest thing to add to the sceptre without breaking it or making him put effort into fighting." Beacon argued. "Weapons are like, an extension of ourselves. Plus, I really doubt he'd actually use anything else I've made." she sighed, munching on another cookie.
"Good point..." Kid Win murmured, thinking heavily.
"Oh, by the way, I got you something!" Beacon thrust a gun into his arms.
"HOLY SHIT!" Kid Win exclaimed, panicked for a moment because one of the most powerful weapons Tinkers in the city just up and shoved a cannon at him. Considering that her tiniest 'guns' could turn into a lazor cannon capable of bisecting a ramped up Lung...
"It also turns into a spear! And a gun! And a trident!"
"Uhh..."
-.-.-
Armsmaster approached the newly armed Undersiders with his famous Halberd at the ready. "You are under-"
Beacon stared, open-mouthed, falling to knees, "Oh my god it's got grappling hooks, nanothorns, telescopic-"
"- arrest?" Armsmaster slowed, unsure as to why Beacon was rattling off every other- no, actually every function of his weapon.
"-zapper function..." she was starting to run out of breath, "GPS locataaaaa..." she flopped down, wheezing for air.
"..." Armsmaster had no words.
Bitch, however, had two; "Fuck you." *KABOOM*