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top 15 rwby duos - as voted by my followers

#14. Blake Belladonna + Weiss Schnee

  • Teacher: Alright, for career day, Ruby's uncle, Qrow Branwen will be speaking. He's a huntsman! Everyone say hello to Mr. Branwen!
  • Students: Hi Mr. Branwen-
  • Ruby: HI UNCLE QROW!!!!
  • Qrow, pulling out a flask: Alright kids. Do any of you want to be huntsmen or huntresses?
  • Some students: *Raise their hands*
  • Ruby: *Hops up in down in her seat as she rockets her hand up*
  • Qrow: Alright, the first thing you've got to know about my line of work is that picking your health insurance plan is very important. Now I know that going with the one that just covers combat injuries seems like a good idea, but it's NOT.
  • Qrow: *Swigs from flask*
  • Teacher: Um, Mr. Branwen, what are you dr-
  • Qrow: Vodka.
  • Qrow: Anyways, as I was saying. People you know are going to DIE. People you care about are going to LEAVE YOU. And when you eventually turn to alcohol, and you WILL-
  • Qrow: *Takes a swig*
  • Qrow: -You're going to go too far one night and need to get your stomach pumped, and that shit is EXPENSIVE. And then-
  • Teacher: Um, sir-
  • Qrow: Hold on, lemme finish. And then you're going to be hard on cash and have to crash at an old friend's house while you do wet work for Atlas of all kingdoms in an attempt to scrounge up enough money to get back on your feet. And you'll have to work with WINTER MOTHERFUCKING SCHNEE.
  • Teacher: Mr. Branwen, I think it's time for you to-
  • Ruby: TELL THEM THE STORY ABOUT THE BLONDE AMPUTEE GIRL!
  • Qrow: Oh yeah, that's the other thing about your health insurance. If you're ever going to Atlas, make sure your insurance covers STI's. There was this one time,
  • Teacher: Qrow Branwen! These kids are in 6th grade!
  • Qrow: 6th grade? Ruby, you're almost in middle school! Man, the time sure does fly.
  • Voice Mail: To leave a message, just wait for the tone.
  • Tai: I know how to leave a goddamn message.
  • Voice Mail: When you are finished recording, just hang up or press pound for more options.
  • Tai: Really. Hang up. No shit. I was just gonna keep talking until she decided check her voice mail.
  • Voice Mail: For delivery options, press five.
  • Tai: Just give me the damn beep!
  • Voice Mail: To leave a call back number, press eight. To page this person, press six,-
  • Tai: Come on!
  • Voice Mail: To repeat this message, press nine.
  • Tai: I will fucking stab you, computer-phone-lady!
  • Voice Mail: To mark this message as urgent, press eleven.
  • Tai: THERE IS NO ELEVEN, YOU FUCKING WHORE!
  • Yang: Oooh language.