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[AndrewJTalon]

Weiss was barely able to keep from grinding her teeth through long practice as she walked with Klein through the halls of the Schnee Mansion. The place was as cold and sterile as ever, cleaned by robots and servants to never betray so much as the barest hint of humanity. That was how her father preferred it.



Her elegant dress fit her svelte body well, pure whites and blues. Tasteful, yet showing off her best assets. It burned her to think she had to show herself off like some dog at a competition...



"It will be all right, Miss Schnee," Klein spoke into her thoughts. She looked over at her faithful butler, the only person in her life who had shown her some paternal affection, and managed a tiny smile.



"I know," she said quietly, "Just put up with this ridiculous farce for a bit longer and I can go back..."



She was going to say 'home'. How strange she thought of Beacon as a home more than here.



Klein nodded. There was a small glint in his eyes.



"This one though... You never know. He might not be as bad as the others."



Weiss sniffed haughtily.



"You confused optimism for stubbornness sometimes, Klein," she said, though not as harshly as she would have otherwise. Klein chuckled as they rounded a corner. "Who is he, anyway? Another banker's son? Scion of a tech empire? A Mistral prince?"



"He's Valean, minor nobility," Klein explained as they headed down the hallway, "The great-grandson of Empress Arturia."



Weiss raised an eyebrow.



"I thought she abdicated at the end of the Great War?"



"She did," Klein confirmed, "Retired to a little town in North Sanus. But even a former Empress has great connections. Her granddaughter, the young man's mother, is an exceptional doctor who has revolutionized the field of Aura healing, and her grandson-in-law is a great Huntsman. He slew a Grimm Dragon in his youth."



"And this young man? What has he done?" Weiss sniffed. Klein chuckled.



"Not much, yet. I got a good look at him though: He seems quite kind and humble, compared to the other suitors your father has dragged up."



Weiss sighed. Klein winked.



"Come on... You never know. He might be the one?"



"That'll be the day," Weiss snorted. They reached the meeting room. Weiss forced a polite smile onto her face as she entered. It was a well apportioned and furnished drawing room, with large windows to let in the infrequent Atlasian sunlight. At the head of the marble table sat a regal looking, short elderly woman in blue and white dress fit for a former empress. A white haired man she guessed was the Empress's consort sat nearby, with swept back white hair, tanned skin, and a nice green suit.



"Empress Arturia, it is an honor," Weiss said graciously, curtseying, "And your consort...?"



"Shirou Arc, Miss Schnee," the man greeted, standing up with his wife. He nodded with a polite smile. Weiss frowned inwardly.



Arc?



"Our great-grandson went to the bathroom," Empress Arturia stated, "He should be back-"



"Sorry! Sorry I'm late!" A painfully familiar male voice called out from the doorway. Weiss turned, her eyes widening in horror at the tall blond boy in a sleek black suit.



"I didn't mean to-Weiss?!"



"JAUNE?!"



- - -



The adults were discussing things in the drawing room. Weiss had dragged Jaune out into the gardens with the excuse of "getting to know him better". Once she had him far enough away from the windows to avoid too much attention, she shot him her most venomous glare and shoved him back against an orange tree.



"What the-How are you the great-grandson of EMPRESS ARTURIA?! SHE USED TO RULE MOST OF THE WORLD!"



Jaune coughed, and shrugged.



"Um... I mean... I could go into the birds and the bees-"



"UGH! YOU DOLT!" Weiss pulled back and massaged her temples in irritation. Jaune shrugged.



"Hey, come on! I didn't know I was meeting you! I thought I was meeting your sister or something!"



"My sister was disowned!" Weiss snarled, glaring at him. "Did you ask your great-grandma to set this up?!"



"What?! NO!" Jaune waved his hands. "Of course not! Look Weiss, you made it clear you hated me, all right? Why would I give you more reasons to?"



Weiss froze. The hurt look on his face was uncomfortably similar to Ruby's when Weiss had gone too far. Like a kicked puppy's.



She took a deep breath, and let it out.



"I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I just... I was blindsided." She scowled at him. "Why did you agree to this, anyway?"



Jaune sighed and shrugged.



"Every so often, Nana Arturia has to make a show of some of her relatives to some of her old contacts. That they might get to marry into the family. There's like, zero wealth involved but a lot of prestige. She has us go through some marriage meetings just to appease her old friends, and then we go home. If there's one person she thinks might be a good match for one of her relatives, and this is super rare, she'll approve. But only if they're actually in love. She got tired of the marriage political games in her youth-Hell, Papa Shirou was a high school student who wanted to become a chef when she met him during the Great War."



Weiss again stared at him.



"Shirou the God of Swords? One of the most deadly combatants in history?! He wanted to become a chef?!"



Jaune shrugged.



"My mom wanted me to become a doctor. Your dad wants you to marry some bigwig..." He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed. "It's... Just how it goes, I guess."



Weiss flushed a bit. She cleared her throat, and looked back towards the windows.



"So... Um-"



"She's not going to force this, relax," Jaune stated, sounding a little bitter, "She hates your dad. In the old days, she'd have had him beheaded. We're not gonna get married, all right? You don't have to worry about suffering my company any longer than you have to."



Weiss winced. Jaune looked at her, and then lowered his eyes.



"I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I don't like this situation and... And I'm pretty tense, too. Not because of you, just... I hate that I have to get paraded around-"



"Like a dog at a show?" Weiss asked softly. Jaune nodded. She snorted. "Yes, well... At least you don't have to do that as often as I do."



Jaune frowned.



"How much...?"



Weiss sighed.



"Since I was... Nine I think? Paraded around, shown off. All to potential business partners and their sons. All terrible."



"Sorry," Jaune said quietly. Weiss nodded.



"It's not your fault," she stated softly, "It's... Just the situation."



Silence fell. Weiss coughed.



"You uh... You never mentioned you were directly related to the Empress."



"Of course not," Jaune stated firmly, "I'm not some bragging asshole. I want to earn my place... Not ride off my family's accomplishments."



Weiss stared intensely at Jaune.



"I... So do I," she mumbled.



Silence fell again. Jaune forced a chuckle.



"Uh... You know, this is probably the longest we've ever talked."



"Yes, well," Weiss sighed, "I hope I didn't dash your hopes and dreams too harshly. I'm not exactly a prize for... For someone like you."



Jaune stared at her.



"What are you talking about?"



"I mean... You would probably want someone more like... You know..." Weiss shrugged. "Ruby."



"She is my best friend," Jaune said, "But uh... Well..." He turned away, digging his hands into his pockets, "I thought... I think you're pretty amazing, too. Not just your looks, but your intelligence, your kindness-"



"My kindness?" Weiss asked in disbelief. "I... I've been nothing but a bitch to you!"



Jaune stated, and looked back over his shoulder at her. She shrugged helplessly.



"I mean... You were really annoying at first but..." She bit her lower lip. "I... I could have been nicer about... Turning you down."



Jaune shrugged again.



"Well..." He rubbed the back of his head, "I was pretty obnoxious. And, you know? Now that I see what you have to go through, well. I'm sorry, Weiss. I must have come off as some kind of... Of golddigger."



"No," Weiss stated, "You came off as a buffoon."



Jaune stared at her. She smiled weakly. He chuckled.



"Yeah... Yeah, I did," he said. "Sorry. It's... Kind of who I am."



"Yes, I-I suppose so," Weiss admitted quietly.



Silence again fell. Weiss sighed.



"Do you want to go to the kitchen?"



"Sure, I'm starving," Jaune said with a nod.



"Good. You'll have to do the cooking, since I'm hopeless at it," Weiss warned.



"I just wanted a sandwich," Jaune said in surprise. Weiss sighed, a little smile on her face.



"Like I said, I'm hopeless."



- - -



Arturia, Shirou, and Klein watched the teenagers head into the other part of the mansion. Arturia wore a little smile as she held hands with her husband.



"Like I said," Klein said, "She's really a sweet, wonderful young woman. It takes a special kind of man to even get a smile out of her."



"And our great-grandson is certainly a glutton for punishment," Shirou sighed.



"I think it runs in the family," Arturia joked. The two smiled warmly at one another, as Klein chuckled.



- - -



I don't know where this came from, but it's up to you to decide if it's worth continuing or expanding upon.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

With great reluctance and nervousness, Jaune goes up to Blake while she's at her rocket locker. She scowls at him a bit.

Jaune: "Hey Blake."

Blake: "Jaune."

Jaune: "Blake... I got some coupons for the Celsus Coffee House and Bookshop tomorrow." He holds them out "I thought you might like to go with me."

Blake: "Wait... Go with you... Like... Like a date?"

Jaune: nods "Yes."

Blake turns bright red.

Blake: frowns "It's... A little sudden. I mean, you've been avoiding me a lot lately."

Jaune: "Well, I wanted to make it up to you. I think we just had a miscommunication."

Blake: "I also thought you were pursuing Weiss."

Jaune: "No! No, I'm over her. Honestly? I think you're much prettier than her."

Blake: blush "... Wait... " scowls "Is it because you have a cat Faunus fetish?"

Jaune: "Er... I mean, no more than any other guy-"

Blake: "You dated a cat Faunus before, right?"

Jaune: "Yes, I did. We ended it amicably. I don't see you as a replacement for her if that's what you're asking."

Blake: shyly "Do you... Do you think I'm hotter than her?"

Jaune: "... Yes. Yes I do."

Blake: "... All right. Um... Do... Do you want me to wear a collar or-or anything?"

Jaune is silent for a while.

Jaune: "I mean... Not on the first date?"

Blake: "Oh, right. That... That would be rushing things for normal romance. Which I totally know how to do!"

Jaune: "It's okay, Blake. We'll just take it a step at a time, and have fun. All right?"

Blake: smiles "All... All right..."

Jaune has to admit, that is a pretty smile. He smiles back.

Jaune: "Great!"

Blake: "Okay. Sounds good." She heads off

Jaune: sighs once he's sure she's out of hearing range

Jaune: "Okay... Step One complete."

Ruby: "YAY!" Hugs Jaune "You did it! She'll get some normal romance and then she'll stop being so racist!"

Jaune: "We can only hope..."

Weiss and Yang also emerge from hiding.

Yang: "Oho? You dated a cat Faunus before, huh? Guess you've got Cat Scratch Fever?"

Jaune: "I didn't like her for that alone. We were like, childhood friends!"

Weiss: "So... You think Blake is prettier than me?"

Jaune: "Er... Honestly? I think you're all ridiculously beautiful, just in different ways."

Weiss: blush... Huffs "Sure you do!"

Ruby: blush "Really?"

Jaune: "Yes, really."

Yang: bright red... Snickers "Yeah, sure!"

Jaune: "I mean it! I'm still really sorry I came on so strong, Weiss. But I do think you're all gorgeous. I um, I might have fixated on you because, well... You're like the opposite of my ex and I didn't want to compare you to her. It wouldn't be fair. But she is just one of many kinds of girls I'm into... Well, maybe the kind I'm most into, really. I'm learning stuff about myself."

Yang: Grabs Jaune's Scroll "Oh? The exact opposite? So what is Katy Sith... Like...?"

She freezes and stares. The others do too.

A busty, blonde and muscular cat Faunus girl sits with Jaune in a photobooth.

Yang: "I... Wha...?"

Jaune: "I mean, you know... It's not like I dislike her or anything. I just... It's easy to fall for people like those you dated before so... Um... I'm gonna go!"

Jaune flees, grabbing his Scroll.

Weiss: scowls "What does he mean the exact opposite?! I... I'm beautiful! So what if my chest isn't huge?!"

Ruby: stares at Yang "Yang? You okay?"

Yang: "He's... Into... But he didn't...?" Eyes narrow "Why the hell did he... It's not like I'm a cat Faunus! I bet she's not a boxer, either! What the hell, Vomit Boy?!"

Ruby: "I mean, he said we're all beautiful in our own ways-"

Yang: "He didn't hit on me once because he didn't want to replace his ex?! That's the shittiest excuse ever! Going after BLAKE, now that's a repeat!"

Weiss: "I didn't think you cared, Yang."

Yang: "I DON'T! But... Ya know... Since he's over you... And maybe if we help Blake... He could ask me out. I mean, she looked pretty happy!"

Weiss: "They broke up!"

Yang: "AMICABLY!"

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The jiggle is longer

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Yang: "..." Slowly turns to face him, eyes red

Jaune: "..." All fear leaves him as he accepts his death "... Can a dead man have a last request?"

Yang: "... Make it quick."

Jaune leans in and kisses her briefly. Yang is so surprised she freezes.

Jaune: "... Bye!" He turns and runs away

Yang: "... JAUUUUUNNNNE!"

Pyrrha... Is torn. On one hand... The BALLS and gumption Jaune had shown was SO HOT...

On the other... WHERE WAS HER KISS?!

 

[The Sleepless One]

This is part 2 of 3 of Oz and Salem's revised backstory.

---

The Lost Fable: Sin

Death is inevitable. From peasant to prince, death comes for us all. Many will fight it. Some will embrace it. But all will succumb to it.

When death came for Ozma, he fought with all his heart. The illness that gripped him sapped the very lifeforce from his body but he still held on, bolstered by his purpose and his love. He weakened and withered, but continued with his works. Even as his eyesight failed and his breath grew labored, he quested across the world, slaying monsters and protecting the innocent. When his mind began to fail him, he still remembered the love of his life and cherished her until his last breath.

For Salem, to watch the man who had freed her and given her purpose be reduced to a shell of himself was nothing more than torture. She incessantly searched for cures to Ozma's mysterious condition, even as her husband insisted on continuing their adventures. With every failure, the despair in her heart grew. Salem, for all her power, could not save the man she loved.

And when Ozma finally died, the despair overtook her.

When the news of Ozma's death spread, nations across the world declared days of mourning. They could do no less for one of the greatest heroes of an age. The Order of Light presided over his funeral, carrying his body to be interred in the tombs of its heroes. The lines of mourners who came to pay their respects stretched for miles. Kings and Empresses gave speeches praising his great acts of service. Archmages and High Priests lauded his skill and piety. His fellow Paladins praised his valor and might.

And Salem said nothing at all.

When the procession ended, and Ozma's body was finally laid to rest in his tomb, Salem remained. The widow stood vigil in front of her husband's grave for the entire night and when morning came, she had vanished.

The world may have accepted Ozma's passing but she would not.

In the years that followed, sightings of the Sorceress would be reported all across the realms. Sometimes in the company of great scholars and wizards, other times in places of great tragedy and woe. For decades, Salem collected and studied every scrap of magic she could acquire, much of it esoteric and forbidden, all in the pursuit of singular goal: the resurrection of Ozma. Daemonic cults, necromantic cadres, and covens of hags and witches found themselves attacked by a lone woman garbed in mourning clothes, who would strike without mercy to steal their lore and torture them for their secrets. Delving into the darkness wrought a terrible price on Salem, bringing her closer to insanity as she witnessed things no mortal was meant to comprehend. But the throes of madness only aided her quest, enabling her to craft an abhorrent ritual, one that would reach beyond death to the place that all souls went and drag one back to the mortal realm.

After years of research and preparation, Salem was finally ready. On a moonless winter night, in a remote corner of the world, the greatest Sorceress who ever lived sacrificed an innocent man and brought doom upon all the world.

Using the corpse of her husband, stolen from his tomb, as a focus, Salem followed the departing soul by tearing at the edges of reality to enter the Beyond. Black ichor, bleeding from the wounds carved into the very fabric of existence, drenched her body, but she yet persevered. The Sorceress could feel the soul of her beloved just out of reach, and with one final exertion, she grasped his spirit and returned to the material plane. Gently, she bound Ozma's soul in ethereal chains and placed it within the vessel she had prepared: a living man whose mind she had broken. The Wizard lived once more.

Salem had done it. She had defied the natural order of the world and brought her soulmate back from the dead but she was not unscathed by the experience. Her skin and hair faded to a chalky white and her irises glowed a baleful red within black sclera. She could feel echoes of anger and hate and pain from other humans, and compulsion drew her towards them, to hunt them down and sink her teeth and claws into their flesh. These strange urges distrubed Salem, and she locked them away. None of that mattered, now that the love of her life had returned.

When Ozma awoke, he was shocked to find he had returned to the land of the living. Any qualms about the matter were forgotten upon seeing Salem, who claimed his return had been a miracle, her changed appearance a small price to pay for his life. The two began to rebuild their lives, finally taking the time to start the family they had always wanted. They settled in a quiet town near Ozma's own birthplace, where Salem bore her husband four daughters, who were doted on by their parents from the moment they were born.

The first consequences of Salem's sin against reality became apparent in the decades that followed. They were small things at first, merely strange shadowy animals seen at the edges of the civilized world. But soon stories of vicious shadow monsters with hateful red eyes spread across the realms. Of how entire villages and towns disappeared, devoured by what many were now calling the Creatures of Grimm.

Ozma grew concerned upon hearing these tales, the heroic spirit within him demanding that he intercede. But Salem reminded him that he no longer possessed the vigor of his youth and owed a responsibility to his wife and children. And so, the old hero stayed his hand, content to let a new generation of champions go forth to confront this threat. Unaware of the lies that now ensnared him and the tremendous cost of his resurrection.

But the truth always comes to light...

 

[LordofBones]

Indeed! For instance...

- - -

Weiss sighed to herself mentally. Sure, she hated the White Fang. Sure, she understood how Blake wanted to redeem herself by stopping the White Fang's criminal activities. And certainly, she didn't want her company's Dust to be stolen and used for evil purposes.

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I've said it before, Jaune becoming Zorro is both hilarious and awesome. Divorcing this from the whole weapon deal, maybe he both infuriates and turns on Winter, having reenacted the 'Zorro cuts away Elena's dress' scene with her before.

It also drives Blake nuts, as she's torn between screaming 'species appropriation' once she realizes he's not a faunus, and tears because the faunus (and humans) love him far more than they ever did the White Fang.

Ironwood: "Adam Taurus, in the name of the Councils, in the name of the Kingdoms, in the name of the People...you are under arrest."
The People: "Zorro fought him and saved us! Hail Zorro! Hail Zorro!"
Ironwood: "Yes, hail Zorro, hail...what am I saying? Where is he?!"

*The whinny of a stallion draws the crowd's attention. Astride his rearing black steed, Zorro tips his hat.*

Zorro: "Adios, General! Till we meet again!"
Ironwood: "That damned vigilante! I don't know whether to arrest him or to conscript him! Specialist Schnee, take your...Specialist?"
Winter: *long, mussed hair cascading down her shoulders as she blazes with fury, lips suspiciously swollen* "That...that fox! He did it again!"

Jaune: "Hey guys, what did I miss?"
Ruby: "Zorro! He swung in and was like 'whoosh' and 'hiya' and 'swish', and the bad guys were like-"

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Jaune picks up Kumoko from "So I'm a Spider, so what?!" on his way to Beacon. He feeds her and he's a "hottie" in her parlance, so she sticks with him!

She might also mistake him for the future main hero of this world (as she thinks Remnant is basically an RPG).

Kumoko: "Based on my extensive experience playing RPGs and watching anime... This guy must be the hero who is destined to save this world! And I'll get LOTS of XP fighting alongside him!"

Jaune: "You're a cute awesome little spider!" Hands her some beef jerky

Kumoko: OM NOMNOM "And he's a great cook too! YUMMYYYYY~!"

Later, at Beacon...

Ruby: "Oh hey! I'm Ruby Rose-Wha-What's that?!"

Jaune: "Hm? Oh, this is my spider, Kumoko!"

Kumoko: waves her front arms as she sits on his head.

Ruby: "Oh wow...!"

Weiss: "What on Remnant are you-EEEEYAH?! WHA-WHAT IS THAT?!"

Jaune: "I said she's Kumoko my spider-"

Weiss: "WHAT KIND OF A SPIDER IS THAT?! IT'S HUGE!"

Jaune: very proud "Yes she is!"

Kumoko squeaks cheerfully.

Weiss: "Wha-You can't bring that into Beacon!"

Jaune: "They didn't say I couldn't! And she's awesome!"

Weiss: "Just stay away from me, Bug Boy!" She flees

Jaune: looks sad "Oh..."

Ruby: "Oh... Um... Hey! I think she's cool."

Kumoko: Squeaks proudly

Jaune: "Thanks! I think you're cool, too!"

The next day, in the locker room...

Jaune: "Hey! Who wants to join Team Jaune and Kumoko? Plenty of room!'

Weiss: "Oh like hell! What are you even still doing here with that thing?!"

Jaune: "She's my friend, thank you!" He hands Kumoko an apple, which the spider eats happily

Pyrrha: "Oh wow... Where did you find her?"

Jaune: "I found her on the way to Beacon. She's been helping me! She's like my... Combat familiar?"

Weiss: "That's not a thing!"

Kumoko: "Hmmm... The goth girl in the cape is clearly the Little Sister Who's Gonna Get Boobs path... White Haired girl is the Small Boobed Tsundere... Redhead here seems like the Vanilla or maybe Shy Sempai path..."

At the gleam in Pyrrha's eyes over Jaune not knowing who she is, Kumoko winces.

Kumoko: "Eep! She might be the Hidden Yandere Love Interest! Hmmm... Which is best for my Jauney? Is there a place for the Isekai in the body of a Spider Path? Damn... A lot of levels to go before I become a Dryder and get some human bits back!"

Kumoko thinks back to all the training she did with Jaune... Especially when he was shirtless...

Kumoko: "... It'll be worth it!"

 

[SharkCultist]

(throwing in a crossover with a series I like. Let's see if you can guess what. I may have made it a little cracky.)

Jaune Arc wasn't too sure how much he liked this aura stuff.

I mean the shield was cool and the strength boost was kinda nice but he could do without-

{Do you have the qualifications?}

-that. Like clockwork every 10 minutes he'd hear a voice in his head asking that question and he wasn't sure what to do. Was this normal? How does he actually respond to this thing?

Aaaaand now he was fighting a unholy abomination that somehow spawned from a half dead Ursa and a deathstalker fusing somehow, since when was that a thing? And how the fuck does that equal BIG ASS DRAGON?!

Currently Ruby and friends (trademark pending) was fighting Tweety birds goth cousin while zen master pinkeye, crackhead with nice boobs, and the Amazon battle princess were pinned down by dragon claws.

This couldn't get worse could it?

"Do you have the qualifications?"

Oh fuck me the dragon can talk and it's been in his head. Please dragon-sama don't leak my browser history!

Well fuck it better to die horrifically to a dragon than live with people knowing his kinks.

"I have a sword, a shield, and a aura! Fuck you that's all the qualifications I need!"

Before I got the chance to reenact Leroy Jenkins something unexpected happened.

The dragon started laughing.

"Wonderful you have proven your qualifications."

Oh shit did I pass initiation?

"You are now the chosen champion of the god of darkness, The Demon King!"

Oh....well shit.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Team RWBY is hanging out in their dormroom. Yang is doing some organizing for the dance and looking irritated, while Weiss is on Cloud 9.

Yang: "Ugh... I can't believe no guy has asked me to the dance! Even that creep Neptune!"

Weiss: "Well of course he didn't ask YOU! He asked me! And he's not a creep, he's a romantic gentleman!"

Yang: rolls her eyes "Sure he is... Well, I guess I can hang out with you, Blake and-"

Blake: "Sun asked me."

Yang: "Seriously?!"

Blake: "We're going as friends... Then we'll probably have friend sex."

Yang: "What-?!"

Blake: "That was a joke... Probably."

Yang: "Well... I mean, going alone is fine... I'm organizing the stupid thing after all..." grumbles "... Ruby, you don't have a date, right?"

Ruby: "Um, well... Sky Lark of Team CRDL kind of sort of might have asked...? But I don't know him outside of gaming so uh... I said no?"

Yang: "... Oh..."

Yang looked crushed. Ruby was very guilty, even as Weiss and Blake shot her incredulous looks.

Weiss: "That jerk asked you?"

Ruby: "He's gotten a lot better! He was just going along with the others! And hey, I'm sure you'll get a date, Yang!"

Yang: sigh "Yeah, sure..."

There was a knock at the door. Ruby shot off with her Semblance at super speed, out the window, through another window, and out into the hallway. She sees Jaune there with a guitar.

Ruby: "JAUNE!" She grabs his arm "I know you're here to ask out Weiss, but I'm begging you: Take my sister to the Dance!"

Jaune: "Wh-What?! Yang? But I-?!"

Ruby: "Please?! Please please please?!"

Yang opened the door. Ruby shot off, leaving no evidence she was there. She zipped back through the window and shot Jaune a desperate, pleading puppy eyed-expression.

Yang: "You here for Weiss-cream, VB?"

Jaune stares at Ruby. He then takes a deep breath. Being a fraud to cover up for himself was... Hard. He couldn't find any confidence in what he was saying. Yet when it came to lying for others? To save them and help them? He felt like he could be effective.

Jaune: "No. I'm here for you."

Yang: raises an eyebrow "Huh?"

Jaune: "The dance. You. Me."

Yang: Raises her other eyebrow in surprise "Eh?!"

Jaune: "I like to dance, you like to dance. We both like Ruby. I think we can have a fun time together. So, what do you say?"

Jaune smiles, looking confident. Yang actually blushes a little, and then laughs.

Yang: "Wow... Look at you! Just out with it with no stupid gimmicks! What, I don't get a serenade?"

Jaune: "I'm carrying my guitar for reasons other than asking out the hottest girl I know."

Yang: flushes again "... You know what? Sure."

Jaune: his voice nearly cracks "Really?" clears his throat "I mean... Cool. I've got a navy blue suit."

Yang: "Good, it'll match my dress. Bring flowers."

Jaune: "Roses good?"

Yang: "Yeah."

Jaune: "Sweet. See you then." He heads off

Yang closes the door, turns back... And smirks.

Yang: "Well well well! I'm not dateless anymore, now am I?"

Weiss: "You... You're going out with ARC?!"

Yang: "Aw, is someone jealous?"

Weiss: "LIKE HELL I AM! HAHAHA! Enjoy your time with that loser, Yang!"

Yang: "Oh, I certainly will! Enjoy your time with your philandering asshole!"

Weiss: "HE IS NOT!"

Ruby beams. She's made her sister happy... And Jaune would be a great date.

Speaking of, she checked her Scroll for a message from him:

Jaune: Did I just ask out your sister?!

Ruby: Yes! And she said yes!

Jaune: ... Why did I ask out your sister?!

Ruby: Cause you're my best friend!

Jaune: ... Can't argue with that. How's Weiss taking it?

Ruby looks back at her friends. Blake is watching Yang and Weiss argue in amusement.

Weiss: "Of course I'm not JEALOUS! You're going to have the worst time!"

Yang: "I doubt it. I'm not the one who left him pinned to a tree during Initiation, now am I?"

Weiss: "I... HE WAS ANNOYING!"

Blake: "I see it clearly now. He was just messing with Weiss to get close to Yang."

Weiss: "HE WAS WHAT?!"

Yang: "HA!"

Ruby: As well as can be expected...

 

[LordofBones]

Jaune picks up Kumoko from "So I'm a Spider, so what?!" on his way to Beacon. He feeds her and he's a "hottie" in her parlance, so she sticks with him!

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I'm amused by the idea of Jaune adopting relatively innocuous creatures that turn into absolute monsters. Like a baby griffon, or hippogryph, or a particularly tenacious carp that turns into an actual dragon.

Or, y'know, a particularly verbose baby dragon, like a mini-Grigori.

Dragon: "Thou whose attire is most pleasing! Attend to us!"
Ruby: *giggling* "You're like a scaly, firebreathing cat!" *scritches between his ears*
Dragon: "Yessss, we approve of this one, Jaune!"


Dragon: "Magnetism? Thy power is the detection of metals?"
Pyrrha: "Well, it's more of control over metals..."
Dragon: "Irrelevant. Thy hair colour is most pleasing, and Jaune wouldst best know how to strengthen thy semblance to control flame and storm. Now, most importantly...canst thou findeth that most precious of metals?"

<LATER>

Glynda: "Headmaster, Team JNPR has just excavated a gigantic gold mine in the Forest and has claimed the right of salvage. Miss Nikos has apologized and claimed that it all belongs to Mr. Arc's pet dragon."
Ozpin: "I...see."

 

[AndrewJTalon]

There were a lot of things Nicholas "Nick" Arc would never understand. Most of his wife's medicine and science lectures were at the top of that list. Along with why girls went to the bathroom in groups, UFOs, and the metric system.

This... This was something he truly could not understand.

He stood in an Arc-En-Ciel Hospital room, the medical devices all silent and showing nothing on their screens. The respirator had failed. The lights were dim.

All he could hear was the beating of his own heart in his ears. The seven foot two tall man took a step forward, and another... Before he fell to his knees at the side of his wife's bed.

His head was bowed. His fists were clenched. Out of instinct, he fought the tears that threatened to run out of his eyes.

Shakily, he reached up and took the too cold hand of his wife in his own.

"... Izzy... I..."

He feel silent, trying to fight the sob in his throat. He forced it down with whatever will he had left.

"... You made me... A man. You made me a hero. You made me a husband. You... You made me a father... And I... I don't know... I don't know what I'm going to be without you."

He fell into silence. He sucked in a slow breath, fighting another sob.

"I've been praying to the Table Breaker and the Emperor Above... That you would heal. You always healed before... Always got better. This time... This time you didn't..."

He pressed her hand to his forehead. He shuddered, and a small sob escaped despite his best efforts.

"... Most of the time... You knew... You knew I was scared too. I'm scared now, Izzy. I'm so scared... I-I don't know if I can..."

He sniffled again. Hot tears ran down his chiseled face into his beard. His sobs were soft, even now he kept them under control.

A soft wail broke the deadly silence. Nick looked up at his son, lying in a crib. He wailed his little lungs out, a perfectly healthy baby boy.

He looked back at Isabel's body, and squeezed her hand tightly.

"... I just know... I must. And... And I will..."

He slowly got up. He walked over to his son, crying loudly in the dark room. He reached out, picked his son up... And held him gently in his arms.

"Shhh... Shhh, it's all right son, it's all right," Nick soothed, "It's all right... Your mom... She's..."

He paused, struggling to hold himself together.

"... She's gone... But I'm here. Your daddy's here. So is the rest of your family. And... And we'll always be there for you..."

His infant son calmed and curled up against his broad chest. Nick sniffled again, and held the tiny bundle of life against his beating heart.

"Always... My son..."

- - -

Felt like I needed to write a little drama and tragedy.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

In the large lawless frontiers of Remnant, in the dark places between the lit islands of civilization, criminals of every description hide in settlements, bandit camps, railroad towns, and even in the major cities in the underground. Regular police and the Rangers are insufficient to handle all this criminal traffic. Thus, it falls to the bounty hunters to bring them in.

The requirements to become a bounty hunter are much lower than those of a licensed Hunter or the Rangers, but it is still a difficult, deadly and dangerous job. The local guilds do have laxer policies on Aura activation than the military or the Rangers though, which makes it a popular draw. That said, mortality rates for bounty hunters tend to be high unless they had military, Hunting or other combat experience beforehand.

In the dark places of Remnant, these men and women seek out criminals to bring to justice for lien. Some are noble warriors seeking justice. Some are fighters who seek a challenge. Some are little better than the criminals they hunt. All need to make money to keep going, and just happen to be good at this profession.

Their backgrounds tend to be ex-military, failed Hunters, ex-Rangers, mercenaries seeking a quick buck or more stable employment, and others. Support teams range from normal accountants seeking a thrill to mechanics who want to get out and see the world. The life of a bounty hunter is seldom glamorous: Mostly it is long hours of investigation, preparation, and boredom punctuated by brief moments of violence. Some bounty hunters turn it into a lucrative business by televising their adventures, others live from paycheck to paycheck.

Yet one thing remains certain: Even in a world of soulless monsters trying to devour all of man and Faunuskind, among them are worse monsters. So long as there are criminals the police cannot tackle alone or the Rangers cannot track down, there will always be jobs for bounty hunters.

 

[ArsMagna1337]

-Isabel Arc is asked by Ozpin to be Qrow's therapist. Poor woman.

Click to shrink...

Isabel: How did you turn yourself into a pickle!?
Pickle Qrow: Dunno. I just woke up like this.

Meanwhile...
Watts: And thus this concludes my...
Cinder: Why did you suddenly sto-
Watts: This feeling... It cannot be. My mother told me that he doesn't exist!
Hazel: What?
Watts, narrowing his eyes: The pickle man, Solenya.
Lionheart: I don't get it.
Watts, already leaving: I must go and prepare for war against him!
Tyrian: And they said I'm a lunatic. Watts is even crazier than me.
Salem, gobsmacked: That pickle man survived!?
Everyone, except Salem and Watts: Wait, WHAT!?

 

[LordofBones]

-Ruby has a tendency to go mad scientist, and Jaune has to try to corral her and keep her from going too far.

Click to shrink...

Pyrrha: "I'm...I'm alive? How?"
Jaune: "Well..."

<FLASHBACK>

Ruby: "Jaune, to the Secret Lab! Pull the lever! WRONG LEEEEEEEVEEEEE-"

Not to mention;

Ruby: "...And so, to honor our former comrade, please welcome Better Blake."

*Better Blake - a black-furred science-enhanced cat - leaps into Yang's arms and nyaaa's happily. Then she looks at the nearby tree, and fires a pair of laser beams that nearly fry Raven's tailfeathers.*

Jaune: "...Blake's not dead, Ruby."
Ruby: "She is to me."

 

[AndrewJTalon]

A bit more of a proper bio for Katy Sith:

Spoiler

She is an optimistic sweetheart of a girl who was content doing some online modeling then becoming a farm wife for Jaune in Radian.
She's blonde, fit, busty, and a bit of an unintentional tease. She's fun, optimistic, and a bit simplistic in her outlook but very sweet. She also hates Menagerian Faunus. She and her family have been proud Valeans for generations and allies of the Arcs. They own their own farm next to the Arc grounds and have so for centuries. They are not second-class citizens and think The White Fang and Ghira Belladonna can go to hell.

She's basically the hot girl next door. Think Luanne from "King of the Hill" for how she's a bit of a ditz but very sweet and kind. She's also very religious and works for charities in the Church of the Broken Table. She and Jaune were childhood friends, very close. She was always a ray of sunshine in his life, and he was a steadying influence in hers. They were very close even before dating. Her big brother, Mercer Sith Jr, was very protective of his little sister so trusting her with Jaune was a big mark of respect he held for the Arc scion.

Main issue though is that Katy was content to live in Radian and for Jaune to become her husband as a farmer or Doctor. She wants to run a farm and have lots of children right where she is. Jaune wasn't content to do that. They argued over it a lot. Katy isn't stupid or controlling, she just knows what she wants out of life: To be a bride to a good man and mother of his children in the town she loves. Jaune wants a wife and kids someday, but he doesn't want to follow his mother's dictates.

So again, they did argue, but they were friends before they were in a romantic relationship. So they agreed to break up but stay friends.

Narratively speaking she's supposed to represent the temptation Jaune had for a simple, non-heroic life, to just follow what his mother wanted him to do. But he couldn't. So there's a slight element of tragedy to the relationship.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

@LordofBones Here's a fun concept.

Mercer Sith Junior (Katy's older brother and Jaune's friend) is a fiercely stubborn and hot headed farmer who is very loyal to Vale, Radian, and the Arcs. So he argues constantly with Blake the moment she shows up on politics. However, he has an ulterior motive...

Mercer Sith Jr yells at Blake, she yells back, they argue a lot...

Mercer: "You wanna settle this at the pub?!"

Blake: "FINE! I'LL BE THERE!"

Mercer: "I'LL BRING FLOWERS AND BUY GOOD ALE AT SIX! DON'T BE LATE YOU SPOILED PRISSY PRINCESS!"

Blake: "FINE YOU BRAINLESS BRUTE!"

Mercer heads off, but he's smiling. Jaune sees this and realizes...

Jaune: "... Oh... Crap..."

Blake: "That bastard, I'll make him see how things really are! The nerve of him, insisting I come out into public to keep arguing-!"

Jaune: "Ummm... Blake? He wasn't... Arguing. I mean, not entirely."

Blake: "Huh?"

Jaune: "He was... Flirting."

Blake: "Flirting?!"

Jaune: "Yeah. Katy used to argue with me all the time before I asked her out. It's how the Sith family does things."

Ruby: "Woah, seriously?!"

Jaune: "I mean she wasn't very good at it but it was super cute."

Yang: "HA! Looks like Sun has competition!"

Blake: "N-No! I mean... I didn't... He kept shooting down every one of my arguments and insulting me!"

Jaune: "Yeah, and the fact he kept it up so vigorously meant he thought you were into it."

Blake: "But I-!"

Jaune: "I think you really got his attention when you called him a 'knuckle dragging farm cat with the sense of a mule.'"

Yang: "Oh yeah, his eyes totally lit up then."

Ruby: "Wait, does this mean Weiss and Blake have a thing with how often they argue?"

Weiss: "Certainly not! Besides, who am I to step in the way of Mercer Sith Junior?" smirks "He's been a perfect gentleman to me this whole time!"

Blake: groans
- - -
As for what Mercer Sith Junior looks like? Well, I tried to find art that works for him. But all these blond catmen or catboys look way too effeminate.

Mercer Junior is a bluecollar kind of catman, a good old country boy. Works hard on his farm. Has a muscle car. Has muscles, period. Loves Valean NASCAR. But he's not an idiot: He knows his business, and he knows politics. Also knows how to hotwire a car or tractor and how to plant crops properly. I imagine Blake thought he was just a rural simpleton who needed educating, which irritated him. But the fact she's also pretty stubborn, brave and hot would definitely attract him to her.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Katy: sees RWBY and P, looks back at Jaune "Oh, I see. You wanted a battle harem."

Jaune: "Wha-No I didn't!"

Katy: "I completely understand Jaune! I just wasn't enough for you!" smiles "You're too much of a man for any one civilian woman!"

Jaune: "No, I am absolutely not-!"

Katy: "I wish you well, sweetie! In fact! I'll help you!"

Jaune: "No, you don't have to-!"

Katy: "I absolutely do!"

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Yang stares at Isabel. Isabel stares back. An old clock ticks in the background as the silence stretches on.



Yang: "I mean... Look. So I've gotten some juvenile charges here and there. That doesn't mean I'm crazy or anything!"



Isabel: "Therapy is not just for crazy people, just as medical care isn't just for people who are dying. Your mind needs healing like any other part of you."



Yang: sigh "So, what, you think I need healing? I'm a problem child with a lot of issues so we need to talk things through to fix me?"



Isabel: "It's really up to you how this goes, Yang. I can't make you do anything you don't want to do. If you think you don't have any problems, then we don't need to discuss them. We can sit in silence or talk about the weather..."



Yang: sighs "But we're gonna have to do this anyway, huh? Fine... Let's just get through the obvious BS as quickly as possible. You knew my mom, right?"



Isabel: "Yes."



Yang: "And you can shapeshift, right?"



Isabel: "To a limited extent, yes. Why?"



Yang: "Let's just... Go outside, you turn into my mom, we fight, we make up, and we call it good. How's that?"



Isabel: "That's not how therapy works, Yang-"



Yang: "You said we could do what I want, right? Well, let's do this! I'll make some actual progress or whatever, not that I need any, you get to report I'm not crazy, everyone's good!"



Isabel: "Yang, this is really not how it works-"



Yang: scowls "This is what I want, got it?! So we're gonna do it!"



Isabel: sighs "All right."



They go outside to a training ground. Yang warms up and stretches a bit. Isabel does the same.



Yang: grins "Besides... You were one of the strongest Huntresses in Vale. I wanna see how I stack up!" Poses "Especially since I don't have to cheat!"



Isabel: deadpan "Haven't heard that before."



Yang: "All right... Come on... Let's go!" She charges Isabel, fist raised, grin wide...



Isabel turns into Summer Rose. Yang falters and trips, falling to her knees.



Isabel: In Summer's voice "Yang? Are you all right? What's wrong?"



Yang: "You... But...!"



Isabel: "Yang? I... This is what you wanted, right? Your mother?"



Yang: sobs "... I-I'm sorry!"



Isabel: alarmed, she kneels down and pulls Yang into a hug "Yang?!"



Yang: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I-I wasn't good enough! Why did you leave me?! WHY?!"



Isabel realizes, too late, that Yang wasn't thinking of Summer.



Isabel: holds her tightly, and rubs her back "It's all right, Yang, it's all right... I'm sorry I left you. I didn't want to... I love you, Yang. I really do. I'm very proud of you, Yang. I'm so proud..."



Yang continues to sob, a broken wreck.



Isabel changes back to her true form, and gets Yang back to the office. Yang sits on the couch, looking miserable. Isabel keeps holding her.



Isabel: sigh "I'm sorry, Yang. This is my fault. I was completely unprofessional. I should not have done that."



Yang: "... I'm sorry... Please, don't..." sniffles "... I-I didn't know... It would hurt so much..."



Isabel: "I know. I know. I'm sorry, Yang."



Yang: "Am... Am I crazy or-?"



Isabel: "No! You are NOT crazy. There is nothing morally wrong with you, Yang! You've just suffered a lot of trauma. There are very few people who haven't! But that's why therapy, real therapy, isn't like how it is in the movies. It's not something you can just punch your way through."



Yang: sniffles "... Will... I mean... Will you help me?"



Isabel: "Yes Yang. Of course I will."



Yang: "Thank you..."

 

[LordofBones]

Yang: "Thank you..."

Click to shrink...

It occurs to me that Ruby can have her own traumas with her mother. Everyone says that Summer was a hero, but what haunts Ruby is the idea that Summer was a Hero that also happened to be a mother rather than a Mother that also happened to be a hero.

It's also something Salem can gleefully exploit.

Salem: "Oh, you poor simple fool, did you truly believe, even for an instant, that Summer Rose would put her own daughter, a single child, on a pedestal beyond the nameless faceless masses she had to save?"
Ruby: "...Shut up."
Salem: "She was not thinking of you, child. She was not thinking of her husband. She dared attack me here, in the heart of of my realm, so that the world would be saved."
Ruby: "Shut up."
Salem: "She did not die thinking about her daughters, asleep in their bed. She did not die thinking about the husband who'd lost another wife. She died a martyr, throwing herself back against my Grimm, drowning herself in the Dark God's ichor when the Branwen wretch's portal was not even ten feet away."
Ruby: *breaks* "Shutupshutupshutup! Mom was...mom was a Hero..."
Salem: "Oh, that she was, Ruby Rose. But history seldom lingers those the Hero leaves behind on their grand destinies. Meditate on that on your way to Eternity."

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The old farmhouse still had a picturesque quality. Like something out of a fairy tale or a travelogue.

Glynda Goodwitch could only hope the owner was in as picturesque a mood. She steeled herself as she walked up onto the porch. She took a moment to appreciate the many wind chimes on the porch, most clearly made by children, before she knocked on the door.

A few moments passed, before a large figure approached the door. Said figure slowly opened it. Glynda blinked in shock, an emotion shared by the giant man staring back in a messy apron.

"Gynda?"

"Nick?" She gasped.

Nick held up a finger to his lips and shushed.

"He just got to sleep, please... Come in."

He led her inside. Glynda had to step carefully over several discarded toys and children's clothes in the messy living room. On the coffee table sat a baby carrier, where a tiny infant lay sleeping. Nick bent over and, despite the sheer size of the man, he gently checked on his sleeping son. He smiled in relief, despite the bags under his eyes.

"Just stay quiet, please," Nick murmured, slowly sitting down on the couch. Glynda cleared off a few sweaters before she sat in the opposing chair.

"It's good to see you, Glynda," Nick said, smiling warmly. Glynda sighed.

"And you. I'm sorry I missed the funeral." She shut her eyes tightly. "I didn't even hear about it until I got back from the semester end training mission... I'm so sorry-"

"No, no, it's okay," Nick sighed, gently rocking his sleeping baby, "It's okay. Arjun and Saia couldn't make it due to a terrorist attack. Can't blame them for not getting away."

Glynda frowned in deep concern.

"Nick... Are..."

She was so terrible at this...

"Where are the other children?" She settled on.

Nick shrugged.

"I asked Nana to look after them. She and Papa took them out to the swimming hole. Not many of them were enthusiastic. Jaune here has been crying all the time he's awake. We don't get a lot of sleep."

He smiled despite this at the tiny baby. Glynda felt her own heart melt as she looked upon his squishy, innocent features.

"You're not taking care of them all by yourself, then?" Glynda asked carefully.

Nick shook his head, though it looked like it took him a lot of effort. His eyebags had bags under them, yet he still stayed erect and mostly alert.

"No... No. Everyone's been pitching in. Tex, the Sarge, Caboose, Church, they all stop by. The Siths too..." He yawned. "Saphron's been trying to help too... Sweetie's only seven but she's so mature."

He sighed.

"She's hurting though. They all are. Even Tanya knows what's wrong..."

"... And you?" Glynda asked gently. Nick looked up at her, and shrugged.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say," he mumbled, "What do you say when... When your wife dies?"

The big man slowly looked back at the door, and let out a shaky sigh.

"I keep expecting her to walk back in here. Yell at me for not cleaning up. Letting the girls stay up too late..."

He shut his eyes.

"Then I remember... She's dead. And she won't come back. And..."

He shrugged.

"She did most of the thinking, you know? She was the smart one. Me? I..."

His shoulders sunk.

"I love my kids, Glynda. I really do... And a month without her I just..." He shrugged helplessly and held his hands out. "I feel like I'm mowing in circles, you know? Between the farm, and-and everything, I just..."

He shut his eyes tightly.

"... Is it normal to feel like you have no idea what you're doing? Like you're completely lost?" He whispered. "I grew up never knowing my family. My master, Grandpa George-He died too, but... But I could handle that. Losing Izzy... I..."

He shook his head slowly.

"I know what to do but... This isn't something I can just swing a sword at. Punch through. Or... Or anything. So..."

He sagged back on the couch.

"I don't know if I'm doing well... I don't even know if I can do 'well' at this. Because she's not coming back, but my heart doesn't know that yet."

Glynda frowned deeply. Nick had always been honest and forthright. Almost hopelessly so. For him to not have any of his usual confidence...

It was wrong to her. Deeply wrong.

She lifted her riding crop, and waved it around. With a surge of purple Aura energy, everything was cleaned up, all the clothes were neatly folded into piles. Nick opened his eyes and blinked rapidly.

"No... She isn't," Glynda said quietly, "But, if you're open to more help? I... I would be willing to pitch in."

Nick slowly shook his head.

"You live all the way in Vale, Glynda. It's a heck of a commute-"

"I'm two years into teaching at Beacon, and... And I've realized that that's all I have," Glynda confessed. "My apartment outside the school barely gets used. It's just a pretense that I have a life outside of it."

She looked down at the still sleeping Jaune. The idea was... Was wild. Impulsive. But seeing one of her oldest friends like this, so lost...

"I can come during the semester breaks at least, and maybe the weekends," Glynda went on, "I can at least help you, Nick. You two were some of my oldest friends... It's the least I should do."

Nick opened his mouth to answer. What it would have been, Glynda didn't know-Jaune perked up and began to cry. Nick sighed, rocking his baby carrier.

"Sorry... Hang on."

He gently pulled Jaune out of the carrier, and held him out to Glynda. Her eyes widened.

"I-what-?"

"Just hold him for a bit, I'll get his bottle," Nick explained, setting his son carefully in her arms, "I'll be right back!"

He turned and headed into the kitchen, as always, quite quick despite his large size. Glynda carefully tucked Jaune's head under her bicep and rocked him, as she distantly remembered how to hold a baby. It had been so long.

He's so warm, Glynda thought faintly, Did Isabel unlock his Aura...?

If she was in so much distress during the birth that she'd had to do that... It must have been with the last of her energy. Even in her final moments, she was trying to save someone's life.

"There there, little one," Glynda murmured, as Jaune whined, "It's all right. I'm here... I'm here..."

She flared her Aura gently. Thrumming it in time with her heartbeat. If his Aura was activated, he would feel it, and hopefully it would soothe him...

His cries lessened, until he was simply cooing up at her with those big blue eyes. She smiled down at him, and felt her heart melt even more.

"Hello... Hello, I'm Glynda. It's nice to meet you, Jaune," she murmured.

She heard a creak in the floorboards. She looked up. Nick was staring at her in amazement, eyes wide, jaw dropped.

"He... He stopped crying!" He gasped.

"I... I um, I think his Aura is active, so he can sense it," Glynda said, "So I thrummed my Aura... It seems to calm him down and..."

Nick laughed. It was exhausted and hoarse, but it was a real laugh. He staggered over to her, and handed her the bottle.

"Here. You'll need this."

"Nick?" Glynda asked, as Nick staggered to his large armchair. He collapsed into it, his head bowing deeply. Glynda allowed herself a small smile.

Poor man's exhausted, Glynda thought. She looked back down at Jaune, who was reaching up to grasp for her.

"Your father is working very hard," Glynda told him, "When's the last time you had a break, Nick? ... Nick?"

A soft snore greeted her. She sighed, and summoned up her Aura. She wrapped a blanket around the sleeping giant. She smiled warmly at him.

"Rest," she said quietly, "I'll take care of things... As much as I can."

She turned and continued to rock Jaune. She sighed as she spotted one out of the hundreds of photos on the wall. It was a class picture: Isabel's team had been out on the grounds, and had found her. Nick had dragged her into the photo in front of the fountain.

Arjun had scowled. Saia had smiled nervously. Isabel smiled in a perfunctory manner, but Nick had just outright grinned. And despite herself, her smile had been genuine. Team SANI had been a complete menace... But Glynda would admit? That knowing them had made her life a lot more fun.

"I'll take care of them, Izzy," Glynda murmured quietly to the smiling Isabel, "I promise."

It was the least she could do for them.

- - -

 

[AndrewJTalon]

On Aura and Jaune not getting his Aura unlocked before he goes to Beacon...

Honestly, it is more bad writing that really needed to be fixed by an editor. The solution I gave in White Knight Errant is that Jaune did get his Aura unlocked by his mom and had been training himself. He then ran off and got overwhelmed because even with his massive amounts of Aura, he's not trained to use it properly in combat.

There are lots of fanon theories about Aura. Me? I go with the idea that not everyone has the same Aura potential. It's not unlike the Old EU Jedi: Everyone alive has Force energy, but not everyone is Force Sensitive. And even those who are have different levels of potential. Training can help some become stronger or make better use of what they have, while others? It's just not going to get any stronger. That would be the best solution, I think. Some people when they have their Aura unlocked can become incredibly powerful combatants, and some just get a little stronger and tougher. Maybe a little luckier. Also, not everyone unlocks a Semblance. And even if they do? It's not always useful in combat.

People with unlocked Auras and training in using it can sense how strong other people are, locked or unlocked. Hence why Pyrrha told Jaune he had large Aura reserves: She could sense it from him. It would require a LOT of training to get that good and to be able to properly unlock another's Aura. As well as sense if they had the potential for it to be worthwhile. And Pyrrha could very easily have gotten such training as part of becoming a champion.

This would also fit in nicely with Jaune's struggles at the start: Despite his enormous Aura power? He has no idea how to use it properly or how to fight effectively. So while he has, in essence, a very large HP and MP pool to draw from, it does you no good if you can't DO anything with it. He's rendered a punching bag who just lasts for a while.

But if you stick with the canon that Jaune didn't get his Aura unlocked until Beacon and his parents let him leave home without that happening, there is a simple explanation:

At the Arc dining room, breakfast, a few days after Jaune left and went to Beacon.

Isabel: "I still can't believe you let him run off!"

Nick: "It's what he wanted, Izzy. Besides, he'll be fine! Between you and me, his Aura levels should be staggering! He'll do all right with some proper training and experience!"

Isabel: sighs in relief "Oh thank the Emperor Above, you unlocked his Aura before he left!"

Nick: blinks "... Nnnno, I thought you did. For his medical training?"

Isabel: "I wasn't going to unlock his Aura until he was actually at medical school! Wait... If I didn't unlock his Aura, and you didn't...?"

Nick and Isabel: "..."

A second later, the panicked parents punch through the front door and rush for the airship dock.

Isabel: "BABY, MOMMY'S COMING!"

Nick: "SON, HANG ON, YOUR DAD'S ON THE WAY!"

Because being oblivious at times can run in the family...

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Jaune adjusted his tie and then ran a comb through his hair. He squinted at himself in the bathroom mirror for what felt like the millionth time. He sighed and adjusted his tie again.



There was a knock on the door. Jaune cleared his throat.



"Be right out!"



He turned and walked to the door. He prayed to the Table Breaker for strength, and opened it up.



He held back a sigh of relief: It was just Ren. The stoic Mistralian raised an eyebrow as he looked Jaune up and down.



"You actually shaved," he observed.



Jaune nodded.



"Yup. Still usin' safety razors but ya know, they're practical."



Ren nodded back.



"Indeed," He stated. "Coast is clear."



Jaune smiled.



"Thank you," he said in genuine thanks. He turned and headed to the door to the common room. He opened it... And was greeted by all of RWBY and the rest of JNPR, all standing ready.



Jaune's eyes narrowed. He looked back over his shoulder at Ren.



"Et tu, Ren?" He muttered.



The Mistralian martial artist shrugged.



"Purely self preservation," he murmured back.



Jaune looked back and forced a smile on his face. A smile nearly as brittle as Pyrrha's, though the redhead was blushing.



"Wow Jaune, um, you clean up... Very nicely," she complimented him. Jaune coughed and nodded.



"Thank you, Pyrrha. There is a dress code, after all."



"Yes, a very strict one at the Minerva," Weiss observed, boldly walking up to examine him. She hummed.



"It's a bit cheap-"



"Says the richest girl on Remnant," Ruby muttered. Weiss ignored that.



"-But well tailored," she complimented him. Jaune nodded back.



"Thank you, Weiss."



"Yeah, but your tie's a bit crooked," Yang chuckled. She brushed Weiss aside (ignoring the heiress's squawk) and reached up to adjust it. She smiled up into his eyes, her fingers lingering a bit too long as she undid and redid his tie. He gulped and blushed.



"There. That's better," she winked, "Gotta keep you on the straight and narrow, don't we, cowboy~?"



"Uh, um, y-yes," Jaune stuttered. Ruby shoved Yang aside, using momentum to make up for her smaller stature. She beamed up at him.



"You're using hair gel, too! What about your hat?"



Jaune winced.



"Er... Well... They apparently don't let hats in. Or ponchos."



He scowled.



"Or guns."



"Aw, it's like you're going in naked~," Yang cooed, leaning in. Ruby scowled at her. Pyrrha tactfully reached out and led Jaune away from the glaring sisters.



"No cologne?" She asked, sniffing the air. Jaune shook his head.



"Ain't nothing but a friendly dinner. So no need," he stated.



"Still, a bit wouldn't hurt," Weiss suggested. She held up a spray bottle and squeezed the bulb. Jaune coughed at the very strong musk that entered his nostrils, and he waved his hand in front of his face. Pyrrha, despite her impeccable manners, grimaced.



"Landsakes, Weiss! What in tarnation is that?!"



"'Essence of Stallion'," Weiss said with a smirk over at Blake, "It will keep Miss Scarlatina from getting any ideas, given she is a Faunus and thus has a heightened sense of smell. Isn't that right, Blake?"



Blake, who was sitting on the couch, nodded.



"Just to keep things from getting awkward," Blake added.



Yang, Ruby and Pyrrha looked at the smug Weiss with some grudging respect. Jaune sighed and nodded.



"Well, thank you, but again: It's just gonna be a friendly date. I'll be back in time for movie night."



"You'd better!" Nora shouted from the projector set up on the other side of the room, "I still haven't gotten all the subtitles off this movie!"



"The subtitles come with the movie, Nora," Ruby said in concern. Nora frowned and tilted the holoprojector upside down.



"Really?"



"Have a good time!" Pyrrha said, her smile extremely brittle, "We'll be counting the minutes until you return!"



"So don't take too long," Yang said with a cocky smirk, "You'd better hop to it, got it?"



"That's racist," Blake muttered.



Jaune nodded slowly.



"Sure thing," he said. "Jest as long as none of you follow me."



All the women gained looks of innocence that might have fooled a nun.



"What? Follow you? What for?" Weiss asked.



"You on a dinner date with Velvet? Totally boring!" Yang added.



"We would never violate your trust and privacy like that, Jaune!" Pyrrha contributed, "Even if we thought it was for your own good."



"We can just track you by your Scroll!" Ruby added. The other girls glared at her, and she coughed. "I-I mean... Just in case of any trouble?"



Jaune rolled his eyes. He reached out and patted Ruby on the head.



"She's just a friend. We're all friends."



He did his best to ignore the hurt in their eyes. Honestly... He wasn't some kind of Adonis! The sooner they realized that, the better.



Still, he caught Blake's intense look, I shouldn't be so dismissive of their feelings.



"Honestly, you have nothin' to fret over," he said calmly, "Any of you."



That mollified most of them, though Pyrrha still looked concerned. Jaune patted Ruby on the head again, before he turned and headed out the door.



He walked down the hallway, down the stairs, and for CVFY's dormroom.



Maybe I should have gotten flowers or-or something-NO! This is just a friendly outing, nothing more, He thought to himself. He knocked on the door, and stood back respectfully.



A moment later, Coco Adel opened the door up. She looked Jaune up and down with an accomplished fashionista's eye. She sighed.



"Well, it could be worse," she said, "That tie is terrible though."



Jaune looked down at the red and blue tie, and shrugged.



"Is it? Thought it went well with my eyes-Hey!"



Coco yanked the tie off, and quickly replaced it with a bolo tie inset with aquamarine. She then produced a white Stetson, which she placed on Jaune's head.



"My little Bun-Bun is expecting a cowboy," she stated firmly, "So don't disappoint." She glared at him and grabbed his lapels with some truly impressive strength. "Got it?"



"G-Got it!" Jaune stuttered.



"Coco? Is it him?" Velvet called from inside the dorm. Coco set Jaune down and dusted him off.



"Yup! He's all set, Bun-Bun!" Coco said, sing-song. She glared and jabbed Jaune in the chest. "You make sure she has a good time!"



Jaune shook his head rapidly, still mystified as to how Coco knew his hat size, before he responded.



"Don't you worry, Miss Adel. I will not take advantage of her, nosiree."



Coco's eyes narrowed dangerously.



"Oh yes you will, Mister! If she wants it, you're giving it to her!"



Jaune gaped, his cheeks flushing red with blood.



"I-Wha-?!"



"Hey! Sorry it took me so long!" Velvet apologized. Coco stood aside and let Velvet be fully framed by the door. Jaune's jaw dropped and his heart seemed to freeze.



She was blushing and utterly radiant in a sleek red dress. It had a slit going up the side, showing off her gorgeous legs, while the neckline was low enough to tease her cleavage without being obscene. Red straps went up around her neck, and she smiled bashfully as she held her purse in front of her.



"So um... Y-You look nice," she complimented him. She sniffed the air, and blushed harder. "N-Nice cologne!"



"Oh, uh, th-thank you, you look... V-Very nice," Jaune stuttered.



Coco waited for a moment, before she elbowed Jaune. He coughed as his manners came to the forefront. He held out his elbow, and Velvet shyly took hold of it.



"Shall we?" Jaune asked. Velvet nodded eagerly. The two set out, her hips bumping against him with every step.



He looked back over his shoulder. Coco was scowling at him. She then made an obscene gesture with her hands, and pointed at Jaune menacingly. He gulped, and nodded, even as Velvet strayed a bit closer to him.



"So uh, I hope we're not late to the Bullheads," she said.



"D-Don't worry, we'll be on time," Jaune managed.



Table-Breaker, give me strength, he mentally groaned.



- - -



Cardin Winchester turned the corner and walked towards CFVY's dorm. He had some wildflowers he had picked-Nothing fancy, just enough for an apology. He stared at Coco Adel, who was standing outside the dorm.



"Uh, hey Adel," he greeted. The fashionista turned around and glared at him.



"What do you want?" She demanded.



"Er... Just wanted to apologize to... Velvet," Cardin managed, wilting a bit under the intense glare.



"Why should I believe you?" Coco demanded.



"Because... Because I screwed up and I want to make things right," he said, spreading his arms wide. He grimaced. "I don't know if an apology can make up for it but... But I wanna try. I want to fix my mistakes."



Coco glared at him in silence. Cardin twitched a bit, but was able to hold his ground. In hindsight, maybe picking on a Faunus girl with such an intimidating team leader had been a bad idea.



Finally, Coco relented and shrugged.



"She's out on a date with Arc," she said. Cardin's eyes widened.



"Wait, what?!"



"So," Coco said with a grin, "You wanna apologize to her? You're gonna have to wait... Or go after her."



"Well, uh, I can wait," Cardin said with a shrug. Coco glared.



"The hell kind of conviction is that?!"



Cardin blinked rapidly.



"Huh?"



"After what you did, you should chase after her and dramatically beg for forgiveness!" Coco growled, "Make it clear how sorry you are!"



"But I-"



"I will not accept anything less!" Coco declared. She hefted up her handbag, and released her Gianduja. The minigun spun up ominiously.



"So, either you chase after her and declare how sorry you are, or Gianduja here will make you sorry. What's it gonna be?"



Cardin wisely ran for the door, clutching the flowers tightly as he sprinted for his very life.



Coco smirked.



"Well..."



She went over to a window to look down at the entrance.



"That was lucky... Now... Three, two, one..."



Team RWBY and Pyrrha emerged from one door, clearly intent on the Bullhead landing pads... When Cardin barreled out the other door, right into them. A very large and loud argument broke out between them.



People wondered if Coco Adel was just a pretty face with a broken Semblance and a minigun. Truth be told, in order to be effective with her fire, she had to be good at math. And while she was no Steven Falconing, she was able to make calculations on the fly that would impress an Atlasian Fire Control Officer.



Paired with her mastery of social fu... And it was little wonder she'd become not just a team leader but the queen bee of Beacon.



"That should keep those thirsty girls out of Bun-Bun's hair," Coco chuckled. "She'd better appreciate all of this..."



- - -

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Blake had been assigned a dual project with Jaune Arc. At first she had been leery of the young knight, given how often he seemed to slack off on studying. However, when it came to studying, he did actually pull his weight. He had scheduled their meeting at the library and already had a selection of books and holodrives ready to go for the study project.



He did have a tendency to babble on and think out loud, but... Well... She didn't mind it too much.



"... Flanking maneuvers during the Faunus Revolution cost General Winchester a crucial victory at Green Meadows Pass," Jaune murmured, writing down some notes. He frowned thoughtfully.



"I think my Nana might know some things about it. If you'd like to call her as a source?"



Blake blinked.



"Your nana?"



Jaune smiled a bit nervously.



"Um, yeah, my great-grandmother. She was... A military advisor, of sorts, to the Valean Defense Force during that time. She fought in the Great War so they brought her on as a consultant. My Papa too."



Blake hummed.



"Having an eyewitness would be a great reference," she allowed. She scowled. "Though I think you should handle talking to her."



"Huh? Oh, no," Jaune shook his head, "She actually resigned after a few months. Said it was disgusting how things went. She's fine with Faunus, trust me."



Blake hummed.



"... I've been trying to trust more people," she allowed, "It... Hasn't been easy."



Jaune nodded back.



"I... I guess not," he murmured. "But... There are people who would accept you. My nana is one of them. One of her most trusted friends was a Faunus, my great uncle Percival. He's a dove Faunus."



Blake blinked.



"Wait... A dove Faunus named Percival...? Military advisor...?"



Her pupils shrank in disbelief.



"Your great-grandmother is Queen Arturia Pendragon?!" She hissed in disbelief. Jaune winced, and looked around in worry. A few people looked their way, but then went back to their studies, reading, or gaming. Jaune sighed in relief.



"Yeah. She abdicated a long time ago so it doesn't matter. Just... Keep it to yourself, please?"



Blake slowly nodded, though she stared at Jaune in shock for a while longer. Sure, she'd head of the Arcs. Their history was fascinating (and had inspired more than a few of her historical romances). But to know that Jaune was a direct descendant of The Empress of Knights!



Weiss would blow her top... Which was an amusing thought.



"I... I will," Blake said softly, "I know how complicated things can get when... When your lineage is revealed."



Jaune smiled back kindly. He did look a bit handsome when he did that-



"Lady Blake Belladonna," whispered an urgent and painfully familiar voice.



Blake's stomach bottomed out as dread filled her entire body. She looked to her right to see a smug looking rabbit Faunus boy. He looked like he'd stepped out of a Greenwood movie: With his slicked back hair, high cheekbones, pointed chin, devilish good looks, and fit and lithe body. HIs eyes were black as coal, and he had dispensed with the tie to unbutton the top buttons of his school uniform shirt to show off his chiseled chest.



"Hex Skvader," Blake greeted the Faunus boy neutrally. He grinned.



"I get that you want to keep a low profile," he murmured, "I totally get it. But it wouldn't hurt if you had an ally in your corner, would it? A loyal, fantastic boyfriend?" He posed with a smirk.



"Think about it... We'd be the perfect power couple. My family's got connections. Connections that can help you and Menagerie. What do you say? You deserve only the best... And that's me."



He shot a sneer at Jaune.



"Especially compared to some smelly human oaf."



Jaune winced. Blake's eyes narrowed.



"I'll thank you not to say things like that about my boyfriend," Blake stated flatly. She reached out and took Jaune's hand over the table. Jaune blinked in shock, but fortunately he wasn't quite as dense here as he was in most social situations.



"Yeah. So... Beat it," Jaune stated. Hex scowled.



"Oh please. She's related to Menagerie's ruling family! Part of the Belladonna clan!" He smirked at Blake in a condescending way.



"I realize you're keeping a low profile, but no need to lie to me. Now, how about you ditch this hairless ape and we can work on multiplication? ... Of our assets," he quickly added.



Blake's sour mood turned to anger.



"Jaune, how about we study somewhere else?" Blake asked. Jaune nodded, collecting all the books and drives.



"Sounds good to me."



Hex gaped as Blake and Jaune walked away. He reached out to seize Blake's wrist.



"Now hang on a second! What's he got that I don't-?"



Blake had been all set to grab Hex's wrist and snap it like a twig. Jaune however moved between her and him and glared.



"Are you deaf with four ears? She said beat it," Jaune growled.



Blake blinked rapidly. Sure, she could take care of herself. She'd done that for so long, it was hard to imagine not doing it.



But someone standing up for her, between her and a threat? Well... It was kind of nice.



Yet the tension in the air was rising. If they got in a fight, it would lead to questions. Questions that might make things difficult-



The librarian, Professor Mombi, cleared her throat significantly. Hex slicked his hair back, and shrugged.



"We'll talk about this some more later, my Lady," Hex said, pointedly ignoring Jaune as he turned and stalked off.



Blake let out a breath she'd been holding. Jaune turned back to her, arms full of books.



"You okay?" He asked.



Blake nodded.



"Yes... He's been trying this routine for a few weeks. I'm... You know... Part of the Belladonna Clan back on Menagerie, and-and all..."



"Ah," Jaune said with a nod, "That sucks..."



His ears then turned bright red.



"Um... Did you tell him I'm your boyfriend?"



Blake's pale skin went red.



"I um... I kind of panicked," she admitted, "Could... Could you just go along with it? Just until he backs off?"



Jaune slowly nodded.



"I... Sure." He shrugged. "Not like I was making a lot of progress with Weiss anyway."



He looked so down at that, so defeated. Blake bit her lower lip.



"... It might make her jealous," Blake suggested.



Jaune frowned.



"I... I mean... I don't think I want to win her heart like that," he admitted softly. "It feels... Ya know... Insincere."



Blake stared at him for a bit.



"Same reason you didn't tell her about your lineage?"



"Kind of," Jaune admitted with a shrug, "I-I mean... I want to earn things on my terms. Not because of my family reputation, you know?"



Blake... Smiled softly.



"I think I understand... All too well..."



- - -



So, how else can Hex Skvader make a nuisance of himself?



And yes, I figure making a Belladonna Clan that Blake could be part of as disguise is the only way her infiltration would really work. Hex would just have figured out she's part of the Menagerie Belladonnas. So he thinks she's an in for him.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

That said, sometimes you just want to write a fucking asshole.



- - -



Hex sidles up alongside Weiss Schnee in study hall, smirking.



Hex: "Hey Schnee."



Weiss: doesn't even look up from her book "Skvader."



Hex: "I'm worthy of being known by the great Schnee Heiress herself, huh? Good to know."



Weiss: sighs "What do you want?"



Hex: "I just wanted to say... I get where you're coming from. I know how you feel."



Weiss: "Huh?"



Hex: "Truly, I do. You want to change things, make up for everything your family has done to Faunus, right?"



Weiss: "I... Yes...?"



Hex: "Well. Why don't you start off by getting to know us better? Talk to a Faunus, like, say... Me? One who doesn't have a grudge against your family."



Weiss: "You don't?"



Hex: "Nope! I mean, so what if some rats were worked to death in the mines. Not your fault... And not a huge loss." Confident smirk



Weiss: "That's horrible!"



Hex: "That's life, sweetheart. Besides..." He smirks and leans over the table, getting in her face "You know you want to hear these things. You feel and think them yourself. You just don't want to let them loose."



Weiss: sucks in a breath



Hex: "Me? I'm free. Free to say what everybody is really feeling and thinking. Some Faunus are trash. Some humans are trash, too. Like those losers on your team. How did you not get the leadership position, but Ozpin's good little pet did? It's totally unfair."



Weiss: "I..."



Hex: "Come on. Get to know me. Be free from your cage for a while. I guarantee, I'll help you feel all sorts of things you've denied yourself, Princess... All you have to do... Is cut loose..."



He leans in for a kiss... And Weiss kicks him in the balls with her Aura enhanced foot. Hex goes down to his knees.



Hex: "HURK!"



Weiss: "Huh. You're right. I do feel better."



She gets up and walks out of the study hall, as Hex wheezes.



Hex: "B-Bitch... What the hell...?!"



Weiss: "You think that pathetic little display is enough to make me swoon? Don't make me laugh."

 

[AndrewJTalon]

At some point, Pyrrha has to shoot a pilot for a reality show starring her. And she ropes RWBY and JNPR into it.

Pyrrha: "Let me make this clear: This needs to be a disaster. So that I don't have to do this ever again."

Jaune: "Nonono! No you don't! You do NOT want this to be a disaster because that will be entertaining! We want this to be BORING! As boring as possible!"

Yang: "Weiss! Start talking about wines!"

Weiss: "Wha-That is NOT boring!"

Jaune: "It kind of is when you talk about it."

Weiss: gapes

Jaune: Wince "Sorry, I blame my upbringing."

Pyrrha: "No! No, keep talking about wine! The more boring the better!"

Weiss: "You too?!"

Pyrrha: Damn right me too! That'll teach you to mistreat my man!

 

[mgl1206]

Jaune was terrified. He knew the consequences of his actions would be dire, but he had no other choice. The fate of his future depended on it. Sure he may suffer in the short term but if he didn't, then he'd only suffer in the future. Therefore he had no choice.

He turned to stare at the accursed Scroll. A familiar number on the screen just begging to be pressed. Like a temptress calling him to his doom. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined what the witch would do to him. If he pressed that button and summoned the devil, then no one, not even his eighth sister would be able to rescue him from her wrath. But he had no choice.

For a moment he wondered if he should find another to call upon before he shook his head. The other sister witches would be even worse and the coffee huntress? Jaune shuddered to even think of what she'd do to him if she got the chance. No, he had no other choice.

With a deep breath, Jaune hardened his bleeding heart and pressed the accursed button. The scroll barely hummed once before it was picked up and the voice of the devil sister came through.

"JAUNE! MY SWEET, ADORABLE, HUGGABLE, AND TOTALLY DEAD BABY BROTHER! What do you need help with?" Jaune shuddered at her forcefully cheerful tone. She was planning something, something that while he certainly deserved it, he was most certainly terrified of.

"Hey Saph… So uh…" he gulped "I kinda need your help with-" another terrified gulp "with-" he paused as tried to regain his nerves. His sister remained silent, waiting patiently for him to finish. He could already feel the malice coming off her through the phone. 'Might as well' he thought to himself before finally sighing.

"I need your help buying new clothes." He finished rapidly. He waited, in silence for her response. 1 second, 2 seconds, 5 seconds passed before he heard something.

"YEEESSSSSS!!!""""

An ear piercing scream erupted from the scroll, causing Jaune to cover his ears in pain.

"Oh this is gonna be great! I should call the others. Ohh we could all go over and visit while we're shopping. And I get to meet your te-"

"SAPH!" Jaune cut her off. "You guys can't meet my team! And what about mom and dad? And the travel costs? I just need your help really, and please don't tell the others." He pleaded desperately, but as Jaune looked at her wonderful sister, all he felt was dread at the sight of the smirk on her face.

"Perhaps little brother, you should have thought of that before scaring us half to death."See you soon baby bro!" And with a taunting kiss, she ended the call. Leaving Jaune alone to wallow in his despair. His entire family was coming… and his sisters were coming with a vengeance. He had underestimated the effect he had with leaving and he was screwed because of it.

With a deep sigh, Jaune stood up and went to his desk, pulling out a sheet of paper and writing upon it, his last will and testament. Because he knew all too well there was no way he was going to survive.

Brother's help him.
——-

Edit: feel free to continue it. My idea was to have his sisters take their vengeance by using Jaune as a dress up doll, and drag his team along with to do it. (Ren may get caught in the crossfire because Nora. RWBY and CFVY (or rather Coco and Velvet) also come along because Coco has a 6th sense for shopping sprees.

Edit edit: more funny stuff would be they punish him further by dressing him up in a dress along with wigs and Jaune just decides to go with it because he may as well have fun with it since he can't oppose his sisters. Revealing his skill with hairstyles and makeup.

Edit edit edit: even more funny would be Neptune hitting on Jaune

Oh btw, the eight sister is Terra. and coffee huntress should be pretty obvious.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -



Everything went black as the Grimm closed in... She heard Cardin screaming her name, saw his terrified face as the darkness enveloped her...



And a second later, she felt someone tugging on her ear. She yelped in shock and pain, and looked around desperately.



Beacon? Beacon's cafeteria?! She thought in disbelief. She could see so many friends, so many gone for so long. Coco staring in anger, Daichi frowning, Fox scowling...



Another tug on her ear, and raucous laughter filled the air. Familiar laughter.



"Well well, so they are real!"



Velvet turned and looked up, eyes going wide. There was Cardin. Young, unscarred, and grinning nastily.



It hadn't been the most auspicious first meeting for both of them. He'd worked really hard to earn her forgiveness, and then love...



How... Am I hallucinating? Velvet thought in disbelief. Another painful tug, and she winced.



No... No... This is real... It... It's real... But how...?



She looked up into Cardin's face, her eyes now streaming tears. Cardin laughed cruelly again.



"So, you're just a freak, aren't you?"



This... This is REAL.



THIS.



IS.



REAL!



Velvet laughed loudly. She leaped up into Cardin's arms and kissed the surprised bully. She held onto him for dear life, relishing his warmth and familiar body.



"Mmmm~... I love you~," she crooned.



"Uh... Um... W-What?" Cardin stuttered, completely thrown by the turnaround.



"Let's get married!" Velvet cried in her joy.



"WHAT?!"



"SCREW IT! I'M NOT WASTING THIS SECOND CHANCE! LET'S JUST MAKE BABIES! NOW!"



"WHAAAAAT?!"



"Huh," Jaune Arc observed from nearby, "Why didn't I think of that?"

 

[LordofBones]

To traumatize Aqua, Jaune is actually a devoted Eris-worshiper, and she regards him as fondly as she does Kazuma.

To top it off, he gets magic lessons from fellow airhead Wiz and somehow manages to get a familiar contract with Vanir.

Click to shrink...

Aqua: "Kazuma, Kazuma-"
Kazuma: "Yes, I'm Kazuma."
Aqua: *blubbering* "My own little brother doesn't believe I'm a goddess and he's converted to Pads-Her-Chest Eris! He...he snickered when I told him I'm a goddess! I'm a goddess!"
Kazuma: *snickers*
Aqua: "AAAAAAA-"

Aqua: "No..."
Jaune: "Meet my familiar, sis!"
Vanir: "Hahahahahaaaa! Yes, foolish goddess who warded the wrong door! I, Vanir, have contracted with this fine young man as his familiar!"
Aqua: "AAAAAAAA-"

 

[Grrrrrrr]

isabel: alright Tanya you should be all better.

Tanya: thank you, mother. *exits "the house sick bed"

Isabel: Good luck with rehearsal

Tanya: * freezes*. What. Rehearsal.

Isabel: Why the rehearsal for Cinderella of course! You'll make a perfect Cinderella! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Tanya: *twitches* (oh they are deadmeat!)

*At the rehearsal location*

Tanya: I CALL IN SICK FOR ONE FUCKING DAY! ONE. DAY! AND YOU INGRATES HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CAST ME AS A FAIRY TALE PRINCESS!?! AND NOT EVEN THE ONE WHO GETS A SWORD?!?

Verdy: N-Now T-t-tanya, you know we can't trust you with sharp objects anymore… but i got the prince role so… at least some stranger won't be trying to kiss you.

Tanya: WHO PUT ME UP TO THIS!?!

Orchid: I did!

Tanya: *grabs Orchid cheeks and pulls with all her strength*

Verdy: TANYA! Please! Peace, over violence! Remner what dad always said!

Completely taken from this. Thanks to Grimjack, and thanks to B-Town of spacebattles for reminding me to always give credit

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[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

The man in black with redhair stood over her. She screamed in pain, the stump where her right arm was bleeding and burning with agony. She scooted back away from the man as he advanced, his red katana gleaming ominously.

"Time to finish what I started," he hissed. He held the sword up, brought it down upon her-

"AAAHHH! AAHHH! AAAAHHH!"

Strong arms held her shoulders against a bed as she thrashed. She opened her eyes, frantically looking around as a woman spoke to her.

"Calm down! Calm down! It's all right, it's all right, you're safe, you're safe..."

Yang Xiao-Long looked into blue eyes. They were kindly and compassionate, outlined by black framed glasses. She took deep breaths, her chest heaving as her heart threatened to beat right out.

"That's right, that's right, calm, calm," the woman said softly, "You're safe, you're safe."

The panic slowly subsided. She managed to focus her eyes as her heartrate slowed.

She was in a warm room, covered in red wood paneling. A large window, covered in blinds, was to her left. She was in a hospital bed, with several beeping machines on either side of her. The woman was older, curvy, but beautiful. Her light golden hair was tied in a bun. She wore green scrubs underneath a white labcoat. Her chin was pointed, her lips red, and her cheeks rather round with light freckles from the sun scattered across them.

She looked a few inches shorter than Yang, but her grip was so strong Yang couldn't even think of breaking free.

Then again, she thought, the ghostly feeling of nothing under her right shoulder, I... I'm not exactly in good shape myself...

The thought made something inside her break. Tears began to pour from her eyes. She clutched at her stump with her remaining hand, as sobs began to tear their way out of her throat.

The woman wrapped her strong arms around her, and hugged her tightly. She stroked her back, then rubbed circles into her shoulders.

"It's all right, it's all right," the woman murmured, "It's all right, I'm right here. You're safe..."

"... R-Ruby?" Yang gasped between sobs.

"She's safe, she's all right," the woman said, "Jaune got you, her, and a few others here. You're all going to be all right, I promise."

"Where... Where's here...?" Yang whispered.

The woman smiled against Yang's forehead.

"Radian, Gallia Province. North Sanus."

She held Yang as she cried, comforting her. It might have been drugs, it might have been the emotional exhaustion, but Yang slipped back into unconsciousness.

At the very least, she didn't have any bad dreams this time around.

She woke up some time later. The blinds had been opened, and sunlight streamed in. She blinked back against the glare, and her eyes slowly adjusted. Again, her hand went to her stump. Her heartrate skyrocketed again but she forced herself to calm. She breathed again and again, as deep as she could. She grit her teeth huffing and puffing through her nostrils.

C-Calm... Calm... Calm... Calm...

"Yang?!"

Yang opened her eyes. She looked at the open door. A small form in a blue sundress and ill matching black boots stood there with wide silver eyes and short black hair with red tips.

"Ruby!"

Ruby sobbed, and practically tackled Yang in her hug. Yang wrapped her arm around her, tears pouring down her cheeks. Ruby was ugly crying, loudly sobbing into her hospital gown.

"Y-You were so pale--I-I couldn't hear your heartbeat and-!"

She broke down into incoherent sobs, but all were very thankful and relieved. Yang hugged her little sister tighter, resting her chin on the top of her head as she cried too.

"It's okay, it's okay... It's okay... A-Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Ruby looked up and shook her head. She glanced over at Yang's stump, and winced. She buried her face in Yang's chest and sobbed again. Yang sniffled, but held her tightly.

"It's okay... I-It's okay," she managed, her voice choked with emotion.

The two sisters cried for a time. Yang didn't really know how long, but Ruby finally pulled herself together long enough to look up into Yang's eyes.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I... I should have-"

As painful as it was... Old instincts came to Yang. She shook her head.

"This isn't your fault, Ruby," Yang said firmly, "O-Okay? This-This isn't your fault..."

"I... I could have... I should have..." Ruby whimpered.

"It isn't. Your. Fault," Yang said firmly, even as her voice wavered, "It isn't... It isn't, okay?"

Ruby still whimpered and hid her face in Yang's chest again. Yang found her fingers going through her short hair, just as she'd comforted her little sister when she was much younger.

"It's okay, it's okay," she whispered. "It's okay..."

"Hello? Can I come in?"

Yang and Ruby looked back at the entrance. The blonde woman from before stood there, smiling gently.

"S-Sure," Yang managed. Ruby smiled and looked up at Yang.

"Th-This is Isabel Arc. Um, Doctor Isabel Arc," she said, "Jaune's mom."

Yang's eyes bugged out as the older woman walked in and began to check on the various machines plugged into her hospital bed.

"Y-You're Vomit Boy-Um, I-I mean, Jaune's mom?"

"Guilty as charged," Isabel said wryly, taking Yang's remaining wrist and checking her pulse. She then shined a penlight in her eyes. "Good, good... May I check your injury?"

Yang winced, but managed a nod. Isabel kept her eyes locked on hers, a kind, gentle smile on her face.

"It's all right, I'm just going to examine it," she said softly. She pulled up the sleeve, and ran her hands over the bandages that wrapped the base up. She sighed softly as she pulled some up, and checked the stump itself.

"Good, good... No infection," she said, "It's healing properly. We'll be able to attach the prosthetic properly."

"Prosthetic?" Yang asked, shocked. Isabel nodded with a small smile.

"Yes. We're relatively close to Atlas, so we get good rates on Hunter and Military-rated prosthetics. The neural interfaces take some getting used to... But you'll adjust, and be back to 100 percent."

Isabel nodded and squeezed Yang's other hand.

"I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear right now. And it will take time to heal in... Other ways..."

Yang winced. Isabel reached up and squeezed Yang's shoulder.

"But I promise... You're going to be okay again," Isabel said softly. "Okay?"

Yang looked down at Ruby. She managed a nod.

"O-Okay," Yang whispered.

"You-You mean it?" Ruby asked. Isabel again smiled warmly, and reached down to rub Ruby's head. For a moment, Yang saw another woman in her place. A redhead with silver eyes and different features, but the same kind, maternal warmth radiating from her.

"I mean it," Isabel said quietly. "Now... Do you feel up to another visitor? He's been very anxious since he brought you all in."

Ruby gave Yang a pleading look. Yang managed a slow nod.

"I... Sure," she murmured.

"Come on in, Jaune!" Isabel called. A moment later, a tall blond young man walked in.

For a moment, Yang was confused.

"Jaune?" She asked quietly.

The young man looked... Different. He wore a long brown coat over his armor and jeans, but his sneakers were replaced with muddy boots. His face was covered in thin stubble. There were bags under his eyes... Eyes that looked so hard for a moment.

Then, relief flooded his features.

"Yang? Y-You okay?"

He walked over to stand at her side. Yang managed a slow nod.

"I... As much as... Yeah," she finally decided on. "Mmph!"

Isabel shoved a straw into her mouth, a straw attached to a water bottle.

"Sip, sip, sip," Isabel ordered, and Yang obeyed. Ruby scooted out from under her arms to stand by Jaune. "Good, good... You're being hydrated by the saline but the old-fashioned way is best. You'll be getting meals from now on and you're going to eat everything you get, understood?"

"Mmph... Y-Yeah," Yang agreed, after sipping the entire bottle down, "How long was I out?"

"A week," Jaune said grimly. Ruby sniffled, and Jaune wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Ruby barely left your side when she woke up."

Ruby flushed. Yang managed the tiniest of smiles at her little sister.

"The nurses will be bringing your food," Isabel said, sighing as she checked her watch, "We've got a lot more patients to look after."

She turned and hugged Jaune and Ruby tightly.

"Take it easy for a while you two," she ordered, "Or I'll find out and make you."

"B-But, Mom-" Jaune tried, but Isabel's steely glare shut him up.

"No excuses. For either of you," she stated. Ruby winced, but nodded.

"Y-Yes ma'am," she said weakly.

Isabel smiled, and strode out of the room. Jaune slowly walked to some chairs near the far wall, and dragged them to the side of Yang's bed. Ruby sat down in one, and Jaune took the other. Yang stared intently at Jaune, this feeling of disbelief still strong inside her.

"I... What happened, Jaune?" She asked. "How the hell did you get us all here?"

Jaune sucked in a breath, and rubbed his face. Ruby squeezed his other hand.

"Well... Pyrrha..." He paused for a moment. He gritted his teeth and didn't look her way.

"What... What happened to Pyrrha?" Yang asked. "What happened to everyone? What happened to Vale?!"

"Yang, I..." Ruby bowed her head and looked at the floor. Jaune forced himself to sit up straight and looked into her eyes.

"Beacon... Beacon was overrun by Grimm," Jaune continued, "Vale is... Vale is in bad shape. The CCTNet was hit pretty bad. We're getting reports from it sometimes, and the radio networks still work, but... It looks like at least half the city's been wiped out. The police, local militias and Hunters are being organized by the surviving members of the government and Professor Goodwitch. We're doing what we can, so are other provinces, but it's ugly."

Yang stared intently at him. Jaune shook his head.

"Pyrrha... Pyrrha went to fight Cinder on her own," Jaune continued slowly, as though he was trying to force the words out, "Shot me away in a rocket locker. I landed near the library. Some... Some of my friends from Radian had brought their own airship here to watch the Festival, and managed to get to me to lead us to where they'd landed. Nora and Ren met me, they'd fought their way with a few of the other students. We... We found you in the wreckage of the library with Blake. She'd bandaged your wounds as best she could, then handed you over to me before she ran off. I uh... I carried you to the Bullhead."

"I... I see," Yang murmured.

Jaune sucked in another breath. Ruby pressed her face into his shoulders and bit back a weak sob.

"Pyrrha... Pyrrha fought Cinder on the top of Beacon tower," Jaune said quietly, "But then a Grimm dragon broke out of Mount Axis, attacked the tower and..."

He bowed his head, before looking back up and staring right into Yang's soul.

"Pyrrha's dead. Cinder killed her," he muttered, his voice dead and empty of anything.

"Gods, Jaune," Yang breathed.

Jaune fell silent. Ruby hugged onto his arm, and he held her close, trying to comfort her.

"I... I saw her kill Pyrrha," Ruby whimpered. "I... S-Something happened, and... I-I blacked out..."

"The dragon turned to stone after that," Jaune took over quietly, "We managed to get to my friends' Bullhead. We crammed as many people as we could into it... Then your Uncle Qrow showed up and handed over Ruby. She was unconscious. He told us to take care of her, and he'd meet back up with us later."

"He-He has," Ruby said quietly, "He's helping us out. Dad's gonna come and visit soon."

"G-Good," Yang managed. Jaune nodded.

"Yeah..." Jaune took a deep, slow breath. "A-Anyway... Ren and Nora made it with us, along with Velvet, Cardin, and a few others from the other schools. Weiss got taken by her dad's people to Atlas. Blake... No idea where she is. I'm sorry."

Yang shut her eyes tightly and slowly shook her head.

"I... I'm sure she's all right," Yang muttered, but her heart wasn't in it. She was a little grateful to Blake but... Where did she go?

"Anyway... Um..." Jaune tried, "We've been working with the militia. My dad runs it here in Radian. We've been rebuilding the outer walls, taking in refugees, fighting Grimm... Ruby was sleeping at my family house."

"They uh, they loaned me this dress," Ruby mumbled.

"The outer walls?" Yang asked. Jaune nodded.

"Yeah. Uh, Radian... Radian used to be a lot bigger when it was the capital of Gallia. We've got the current walls but outside of those are the old walls which we stopped using. But there's a lot of ruined houses and fields for people to stay in, so we've been rebuilding the old walls and clearing out any Grimm. We've been getting a lot of refugees. The CCNet sabotage and the panic caused by Vytal caused a lot of Grimm attacks. We have't been the hardest hit but... It's rough."

"I see," Yang whispered. Jaune managed a small smile.

"It's going to be all right. I promise," he said.

She knew the look in his eyes. It was a look she was familiar with. One she'd seen on her face in the mirror, dozens, hundreds of times, when Mom died and Dad just... Checked out.

He was holding it together. He was hiding his pain, and his fatigue, all for the sake of everyone else.

"I..." Yang shakily reached out her hand to Jaune. He stared at it for a moment, as though not sure what to do. He then reached out and squeezed her hand.

"Thank you," Yang whispered. Jaune shook his head.

"Don't," he said quietly, "You-You don't have to-"

"I do," Yang insisted, her eyes flashing red for a moment, "I do."

Jaune met her gaze, then slowly nodded.

He squeezed her hand back, tightly.

"We're going to make it through this, I promise," he said.

He said it with such conviction. The same conviction that was in his mother's voice.

Despite how empty and wrung out she felt right now, it was like a little candle lit up inside her.

"I know," she murmured. "I know..."

- - -

Bit random, but... How would this work out? What would happen? How would these characters manage in this situation?

Click to shrink...

- - -

One week later...

Yang winced a bit as the neural cuff was slipped over her stump. It felt cold to her skin for a few moments, before the Atlasian technology shrank and tightened. She grunted as nerve connections were made, and grit her teeth as feeling emerged on her stump for the first time in weeks.

Doctor Isabel Arc checked the flat screens monitoring Yang's vitals, and checked over Yang herself. She smiled comfortingly as the morning sun through the window lit up her face.

"I know it hurts, but it's a good sign it does," Isabel said gently, "Means that the interface is working properly."

"Y-Yeah..." Yang managed, taking deep, calming breaths. "Haa... Haa... Haa... Where did you say you got this from?"

"Your Uncle Qrow dropped it off," Isabel explained, making some notes on a paper pad before looking back at Yang, "He then had to leave."

"I see," Yang sighed. Her shoulders drooped a little.

Isabel shook her head slowly.

"He and your father are fighting in Beacon right now. Trying to regain control."

Yang winced.

Great. Now I feel guilty...

"But," Isabel said, resting a hand on Yang's shoulder, "It is perfectly all right to be angry with them. You can't help your feelings, after all."

"I..." Yang nodded and sighed. "Yeah... I mean, it's not my eighth grade birthday party but... Still..."

Isabel squeezed her shoulder again with her ever present comforting smile.

"I know," she said quietly. There was a knock at the door, and both blondes looked towards the entrance to the hospital room. Jaune and Ruby stood there, Ruby looking very nervous while Jaune looked tired.

But then, he always did.

"We didn't miss it, did we?" Ruby asked in worry. Isabel shook her head.

"No. In fact, I'll need some help. Jaune!"

Jaune stood at attention. Looked like it was a reflex from having his mom bark at him for all these years.

"Yes Mom?"

"You're going to hold Yang's hand for this," Isabel ordered. Yang blinked incredulously but Jaune just nodded, walked over to her side, sat down, and held out his hand.

"Good. Ruby? Please hand me the rubber cylinder on the nurse's table over there," Isabel said, pointing to it. Ruby picked it up and carried it over to Isabel. She took it and sterilized it with a spray.

"You're going to help me by wiping sweat off your sister's forehead, and helping to keep her calm," Isabel ordered. Ruby nodded quickly, and dashed over to get some paper towels. Yang raised an eyebrow.

"You know... If you're trying to set me up with your son, there are less obvious ways," Yang managed. The joke made Jaune smile a bit as Ruby blushed.

"Yang!" Ruby growled.

Isabel smiled back. She turned, reached down, and opened a very secure looking case. It slid open with a hiss. She pulled out a yellow and black metallic arm, and set it on the small table between herself and Yang.

Yang felt an ominous chill. Isabel shook her head.

"We're just going to be making the initial hook up and calibrations so the arm will respond like your original," Isabel said calmly. "I can't use anesthetic because it will dull the responses. So... It's going to hurt."

Silence fell. Yang felt her heart pound. She sucked in a breath. She looked at Jaune. He was stone faced, but determined. His hand was still held out to her. Ruby bit her lower lip in worry.

I... I can do this... I can do this...

She took Jaune's hand, and slowly nodded to Doctor Arc.

"Okay... I'm ready."

Isabel nodded. She held up the cylinder to Yang's mouth. She opened up then bit down.

"Okay. Just try to stay as calm as possible..."

Yang nodded back.

She was ready. She was ready...

Several minutes later, she realized she was not ready.

"NNNNGH! GNNNGH-HNNNNGH!"

It took every ounce of her willpower to stay put. She was squeezing Jaune's hand like her life depended on it. Ruby had given up wiping up her sweat, and was holding down her shoulders as best she could.

The whole time, as Isabel knit flesh and metal, her voice was calm and even.

"You're doing great Yang, you're doing great... Just a few more left..."

Yang winced, holding back her Semblance with all her might. She shut her eyes, trying to hold back tears but it hurt so much!

Even losing the arm hadn't been this painful!

"Y-You're doing fine, Yang!" Ruby whimpered. She could feel her little sister's tears fall onto her face. She breathed hard through her gag, holding back the instinct to thrash and run with everything...!

Please... Please... Make it stop, make it stop just end JUST END...!

"Yang! YANG!"

Jaune's voice broke her focus for a moment. She looked at him fiercely, her eyes burning red. He stared back into her eyes, both of his hands around hers.

"You're doing great. You're going to get past this. Don't give up, we're right here, we're right here, don't give up...!"

Yang bit down on the gag harder... She forced her legs to stay still...!

"You can do it! You can do it! We're right here!" Jaune urged her on.

"You're okay, you're okay!" Ruby chanted with him, gripping her shoulders almost painfully.

Please end please endpleaseendpleasened-!

The pain stopped. An arm appeared in its place. Yang gasped as she dropped the gag, and breathed hard and deep. She saw Isabel smile kindly.

"I've never seen such a brave patient," Isabel complimented her. She tapped something on the arm, and it closed up. "Go ahead. Try it out."

Yang held up her new hand to her face. She turned her arm this way and that, studying it. She gaped in disbelief.

"It... It feels like... Like it's real," she murmured. Isabel nodded, and held out her hand.

"Let me do some tests first. I want to make sure the Aura Synch is operating properly."

Yang lowered her arm into Isabel's grasp. She poked and prodded it a bit, making Yang twitch and even jump.

"Ah!"

"All right, that's a sensitive part," Isabel murmured, tapping some commands into a computer, "There, that should be better."

She tapped the same spot.

"How's that?"

"It... It's fine," Yang murmured. Again she lifted her hand up and just stared. Isabel smiled warmly. Ruby wrapped her arms around Yang's neck in a hug from behind. Jaune squeezed her real hand comfortingly.

"It will take some getting used to, but like I said," Isabel stated, "You'll be back to 100 percent. This was the worst part... Pain wise, anyway."

"I-I..." Yang blinked back tears. "Thank you..."

She felt exhausted and sore as hell but... She also felt a little more whole.

"It's all right," Isabel said with a smile, "It's my job. You being my son's friends helped a lot though."

Jaune blushed.

"Mom!"

"Now now... Laughter can be the best medicine," Isabel chuckled. "Jaune? You should escort these ladies to the house. They need rest..."

She gave Jaune a stern stare.

"And so do you."

Jaune shook his head.

"I need to get back on patrol-"

"And they need a guide," Isabel stated firmly, "I can't spare anyone else."

Jaune looked at Ruby. She had her puppy dog eyes out. As for Yang, well... She could crush bricks with her fingers. The fact Jaune hadn't so much as flinched while holding her hand made her more kindly disposed towards him.

That and saving her and Ruby's lives, of course.

"All right," Jaune sighed.

"Wonderful!" Isabel said, clapping her hands together. "I'll get them ready, you get the carriage."

"Carriage?" Yang asked.

- - -

Twenty minutes later, Yang was sitting in the back of an old horse drawn carriage, Ruby clinging to her as they headed out of the Arc-En-Ciel Hospital. It really was a castle: She'd left her wheelchair and been loaded up in a courtyard, before Jaune had whipped the reins and made the chestnut mare hitched to it trot off.

They went through the tall wooden gates, and down a small hill on a paved road. It was here Yang got her first real look at Radian.

The entire town was encompassed by three rings of gray walls, with four gates at the cardinal points. The mountains loomed all around the town, beautiful and majestic. The town itself consisted of three main sections, like slices of a great pie graph: Red, Yellow, and Blue roofs, all radiating along four roads from a central roundabout.

Jaune took the carriage into the traffic circle, joining several other carriages and a few cars. In the center of the roundabout, standing tall on a pillar, was a statue of a woman wearing armor and wreathed in frozen flames. Yang looked up in curiosity. Something Ruby noticed and beamed at.

"Oh! That's a statue of Joan D'Arc! Jaune's ancestor! She killed the Witch Queen of Argus and liberated Gallia from her tyranny!"

"My direct ancestor," Jaune tossed back, eyes on the road.

"Wow," Yang murmured. She stared back at Jaune as he took a turn, heading down a road. He waved at townsfolk eating at an outside cafe, and they waved back. A few yelled his name in familiarity.

"Hey Jaune!"

"Good to see you, Jaune!"

Jaune nodded back politely, his hands tight on the reins. They kept going through a few rows of blue roofed buildings, ranging from shops to houses. That didn't last long, as soon they broke out into farm land. The green fields went in every direction, right up to the walls. They passed by cows lowing and grazing, and people working in the fields. Jaune waved to many of them, and most waved back.

It's like something out of a freaking fairy tale, Yang thought to herself, her eyes fixed on Jaune's shoulders.

It wasn't like she disliked Jaune, of course. He could be a fun, easy going guy. And a pretty nice dancer, too. She was also glad he was Ruby's best friend: He was reliable, kind, earnest, and just as dorky.

They just... They hadn't really talked much, had they? Despite all the opportunities to do so, Yang hadn't taken many to just... Get to know him.

And he carried me and Ruby to a Bullhead to save our lives,Yang thought, shame rearing its head. She squeezed her new mechanical fist.

I get my ass handed to me, maimed... Lose... And the dead last loser saves us all.

Self loathing filled her, as she bowed her head.

Some sister... Some friend I am... To anyone...

Ruby frowned, then squeezed her shoulder.

"H-Hey! Yang? We're here!"

Yang looked up. They had turned off the main road onto a dusty dirt drive. She glanced back: A rusty sign stood over the steel gates. They were cut out of the metal, and even backwards she read:

"ARCADIA FARM."

She turned her eyes forward. A large farmhouse soon came into view. It was pained in white with green shingles and roof that seemed to blend into the smattering of trees that surrounded it. A tower with a widow's walk dominated the front of the house, while the rest was fairly boxy but long. Opposing it was a large aluminum barn, and surrounding it was a partially paved staging area. A well tended garden ringed the structure, green foliage and colorful flowers helping to conceal the porch that girded the farmhouse.

Jaune brought the carriage to a stop, and smiled softly.

"Welcome to my home."

The front doors opened. A tall blond man with short hair and an impressive beard stepped out. He was dressed in a long brown duster, that covered up very thick, elaborate white and black armor. A gigantic twin-pronged sword hung from his back. He walked out, his tall boots making the porch creak. A few more men and women in militia battle armor, all wielding guns, followed after him. Jaune tensed up a bit as they came out.

"Dad," Jaune greeted.

"Son," Jaune's father returned with a tired but genuine smile, "Good to see you."

"You too," Jaune replied, stepping down out of the carriage after securing the reins. "Um... I'm dropping off my friends. Then, I'll go with you to the perimeter and-"

Jaune's father walked up and rested a large hand on his shoulder. He shook his head, as the rest of his men all stood at attention.

"The rest of your friends are in the house. I want you to take charge and rest here."

Jaune's eyes widened.

"What?! But you-!"

"We've gotten some reinforcements from Doremy," his father said, "I'm having all the students you brought with you stand down. You need the rest."

Jaune scowled.

"But Dad, we're not even that tired-!"

"Son," His father stated, a bit more firmly, "Am I or am I not the Captain of the Militia?"

Jaune ground his teeth a little, but nodded.

"You are."

"And you're to follow my orders?" He pressed.

"... Yes sir," Jaune managed tightly.

"Then follow them now," his father stated calmly, "You need rest."

He looked up to the two sisters and smiled.

"Hey! I'm Nick Arc, Jaune's dad! You must be Yang, Ruby's sister! It's great to meet you!"

"I uh, yes, thank you, sir," Yang managed awkwardly. Nick elbowed his son.

"Come on, Jaune. Remember your manners."

Jaune scowled, but nodded.

"Right, hang on..."

He held out his hand. Yang took it, and let him guide her down to the ground. He did the same for Ruby, though she jumped into his arms at the last minute. Nick got all their luggage out, and set it on the ground. He nodded in approval to his son.

"Rest up, Son. If we need you, we'll let you know. Promise."

"... Yeah, sure," Jaune sighed. Nick hugged him, and Jaune returned it. The militia members all looked respectful, though it was hard to tell much of anything given their tinted helmets.

"All right!" Nick barked. "Hop on! We're not burning Dust just to get back to the perimeter!"

Nick hopped into the carriage, taking the reins. The rest of the troops clambered in. One in green hopped up onto the horse, and sat side saddle.

"Tex, what are you doing?" Nick asked wearily.

"Being lady like," the woman in armor replied.

"That'll be a first!" One of the men in the back laughed. Nick shook his head and whipped the reins.

"YAH!"

The horse pulled the carriage slowly, turned, and headed back down the farm drive. Jaune, Yang and Ruby watched them go. Jaune then sighed, and hefted up the luggage.

"Well... Let's get you guys inside, huh?"

"Yeah, sure," Yang managed. She shook her head as Ruby helped guide her to the front doors of the house. She noted the tension in Jaune's shoulders, and winced in sympathy.

Guess I'm not the only one with parent issues...

But a small, bitter part of her noted that at least his stuck around.

- - -

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -



Well, Doctor Jaune "Knowall" could certainly appreciate Ozpin for one thing: He kept his assembly speeches short. He sat in the front row of the auditorium with the other teachers, the huge masses of students all staring, enraptured, as Ozpin finished his spiel.



"... So remember: The time may come when everything will be asked of you, and more. You will find your courage then, if you seek it out," Ozpin concluded. He waited for the applause to die down, before he nodded.



"There are a few staff changes this year," he announced, leaning slightly forward on his cane, "To start with, Professor Peach will be leaving on maternity leave at the end of the semester. Let us extend our congratulations."



More applause followed, as the blonde, pink-wearing professor blushed with a proud smile. Knowall contributed to the applause politely.



"Nurse Tsune will be taking a leave of absence to finish her doctorate," Ozpin continued, "So our new Head Medical Practitioner will be Doctor Jaune Knowall. Please come up, Doctor."



He nodded to Jaune. The time traveler hesitated, then looked to Glynda on his right. The combat instructor nodded in encouragement, again giving him a small smile. Knowall stood up and walked up on stage.



He scanned the crowd. He immediately noted many young ladies were staring intently at him. Several were gossiping quietly, shooting him looks and giggling. Mentally he groaned. That was the last thing he needed.



He found his younger self in the crowd. Even from this distance, it was easy to tell that the younger Jaune had definitely toughened up: His shoulders were a bit more broad, his armor was a bit worn, he wore proper boots instead of sneakers and there was a more confident look in his eyes.



So he befriended Ruby Rose, Knowall thought, That's good.



On his left side was... He frowned a bit at the cat Faunus girl who was badly disguised with a hair bow. She stared back at him in some confusion with her yellow eyes.



Blake Belladonna? That's a surprise.



On his younger counterpart's right was a small girl in red with black hair and silver eyes. A very familiar girl, who grinned happily back.



Ruby Rose? Right, this is where she went, Knowall thought. He paused.



Wait, if she's here then that means...



He found a shock of blonde hair in the audience. His heart nearly stopped.



She was younger. Had both arms. Was shooting him a cocky smirk.



Yang...



He clenched his fists briefly. The memories just seeing her caused him to recall...



She's not her, he reminded himself firmly, She's not her. You can't do anything with her here. Nothing but save her. Save everyone.



He took a deep breath and looked out at the crowd. He used a calming technique his mother had taught him to suppress his emotions, and keep control.



"I'm Doctor Jaune Knowall. I look forward to working with you," he said in a calm, even voice. He added a small, crooked smile: "But let's hope I don't have to see you too often, unless you're training to be medics."



It was a corny joke his mother had told often. It got some laughs, which broke some of the tension. He nodded, then turned to walk off the stage. The meeting broke up after that, and Knowall made for one of the exits.



"Hey! D-Doctor Knowall!"



Damnit.



He turned to his younger self. The teenager grinned and waved in a friendly way.



"I see you made it to Beacon," Knowall said quietly. Jaune nodded.



"Yeah. That-That training really helped!" He said enthusiastically.



"Good," Knowall stated firmly. Jaune flushed.



"Though uh... I had some help along the way," he said. Blake Belladonna walked up, stopping at Jaune's side. She studied Knowall carefully.



"Blake Belladonna," she introduced herself. "Jaune and I travelled here together."



"And she helped me train," Jaune continued with a grin, "She's really good!"



"That's good to know," Knowall replied in a neutral tone. He nodded to her. "You two should go and rest up for the Initiation tomorrow."



"Already?" Jaune frowned.



"It's going to be tough," Knowall stated firmly.



"A cat nap sounds good to me anyway," Blake said with a soft shrug. "Nice to meet you, Doctor."



She walked off with Jaune in tow. Knowall watched them go, and then shook his head.



"I take it this is going to be difficult for you," Ozpin asked, walking up behind Knowall without making the slightest noise. Knowall nodded curtly, his eyes again finding Yang in the crowd.



"You might say that," Knowall said quietly.



Ozpin leaned on his cane, and hummed thoughtfully.



"We all have our demons," he said gently.



"Some more than others," Knowall muttered.



"Let's get to the office," Ozpin said quietly, "We're going to need every scrap of information you can give me."



Knowall nodded.



"Understood, sir."



- - -



"Seriously," Yang enthused to Ruby as they headed for the ballroom, "I think I'm gonna catch a fever with Doctor Knowall around!"



"Yang, ew!" Ruby gagged, "He's like, old!"



"Mature is more like it," Yang giggled, "And did you see the way he looked at me? So intense!"



"Isn't that kind of weird though? For a teacher to be staring at a student?" Ruby asked. "I mean, if he actually did anything, he'd be a creep!"



"Pfft, please, a guy like that couldn't be a creep if he tried!" Yang scoffed.



"Well, he's not a creep but he is... Weird," Jaune contributed, walking behind with Blake in tow. Yang looked back over her shoulder at the strange pair.



"Really?" Yang asked with a grin, "You know him?"



"Course he knows him," Ruby stated, "Jaune told me about him!"



"He just helped me get to Beacon and trained me a little," Jaune said, a bit nervous with Yang's intense scrutiny on him.



"So, what, is he like a relative of yours?"



"He does look very much like you," Blake opined, her frown deepening. Jaune shrugged.



"He might be? My family's big enough I've got cousins I don't even know about."



"Well then," Yang grinned, taking Jaune's arm and leading him towards the ballroom, "You're gonna give me all the deets on Doctor Studly, understand?"



"Er, sure?"



Ruby and Blake followed, both looking rather annoyed with the blondes. Though for different reasons.



- - -