Final short little blip to finish this off.

Blake dialed Yang's number, putting it on speaker so Weiss could hear. Ring! Ring!

"Yo."

"Yang, we're done!"

"Great! How'd it go?"

"Fine. You gonna bust us out now?"

"…Fudgecakes and firecrackers."

"What?" Blake asked. When Yang didn't respond, Blake's eyes went wider and she exchanged a look with Weiss. "What, Yang?"

"So, me and Ruby, we're already at the theater…"

"Yang!"

"I'mma give the phone to Ruby now—"

"YANG!"

"Hiya!"

"Ruby, how are we getting out of here?"

"So, umm…yeah, we didn't really think through that part."

"RUBY I WILL MURDER YOU!" Weiss screeched.

"I'm sorry!" Ruby squeaked.

"You think a sorry is going to make up for this? You complete dolt!" Blake simply held the phone out towards Weiss, who was far better at this sort of thing.

"I can go back real fast—"

"No, that will take too long. What's really blocking us?"

"Its rigged with dog poop and your scroll—" Yang started.

"Ruby. Tell the truth."

"Just a chair! Under the door knob."

"Anything else?"

"Nope, that's it!"

"You sure?"

"Yeah! Oh wait, there's the desk that's keeping the chair in place."

"Ruby!"

"Yea?" she squeaked again.

"That's important you idiot!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think about that!"

Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose. Blake watched the exchange, torn between annoyance at being lied to and actually falling for it and amusement at how easily Weiss managed her partner.

"You're insufferable! Any other objects we should be aware of?"

"No, I promise that's it!"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Satisfied, Weiss nodded back towards Blake to finish the call as she turned towards the door.

"You are both gonna pay for this. Quadruple if we miss the start of the movie." Blake threatened. Yang and Ruby both started apologizing at once, to which Blake simply hung up. There would be time for that later. Right now, there was a movie to catch.

Weiss was on the floor looking through the crack under the door, which was a strange sight. Blake couldn't recall the last time the dust princess had ever touched the floor with her bare hands, much less laid on the floor and wrinkled her dress.

"Blake, I'm going to need you to shadow clone this chair out of the way. My glyphs can handle the desk easily enough, but the chair requires more subtle maneuvering."

"Sure, let me take a look."

Blake got down on the floor as the Weiss stood up and dusted herself off. "See where the foot of the chair is angled? The chair will need more than a desk removal."

"My shadow clones have no substance though. I can't move it from this angle."

"Not with your usual clone, but the earth dust one we've been practicing could work."

Blake sat up as Weiss thrust a vial of earth dust at her. "I only barely got the hang of it last week. I—I don't know—"

"You're more than capable of this."

"Can't you just use your glyphs with earth dust?"

Weiss looked to a side. "My aptitude with earth dust is…amateur, at best. I doubt I have the control to imbue it into my glyphs in the first place. You on the other hand, have already made a full clone."

"My arm was missing though!"

"True, but the rest of it was a perfect copy."

Blake still looked uncertain, so Weiss decided to try a different tactic. "You do want to go to the movie, don't you?"

"Of course!"

"Then stop wasting time and just go for it!"

"But I—"

"Upupup!"

"But—"

"Upup!"

"I—fine."

Weiss nodded with satisfaction. "You know what you're aiming for?"

"Mhm."

"Alright then."

Weiss stepped back a pace, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Pointing sharply at a point beyond the door with her two fingers, she let out a, "Yah!" which was followed by a scraping sound that could only be the desk screeching across the floor and now out of the way. Blake stuck a single finger underneath the crack of the door, closed her eyes, and willed the earth dust into her semblance. A piece of rock in the shape of Blake's finger rocketed its way forward, hitting the leg of the chair with a sharp thwack! The chair gave way and clattered to the floor, freeing the door handle.

Blake got up and looked at Weiss, who motioned to the door. "After you."

Blake gave Weiss a small smile before turning to the door and opening the handle. The room was a mess: books were strewn everywhere and papers and dust vials dotted the floor from where things had fallen from the desk. It made Weiss's brain itch a little at all the messiness, but her primary emotion was relief at finally exiting the closet. That, and a keen sense of urgency and a growing desire to skewer a particular redhead. It seemed Blake had the same idea about a long-haired blonde, because she immediately picked her way across the room and grabbed Gambol Shroud.

"Shall we go?"

"Skewer the sisters? Definitely."

Blake laughed and Weiss smiled, pleased with her joke's reception. "But maybe after the movie."

"Agreed."

Finally done! Thank you to everyone who's read this through to the end. I couldn't figure out how to incorporate Blake's semblance into busting out of the closet; if anyone has any ideas let me know. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed it!