Why Jaune Shouldn't Use Crocea Mors
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So, recently AJT posted about a Naruto based, "Why Jaune shouldn't use" over at FFN.net
And since we have another Shonen Protagonist who shares........scary number of similarities with Jaune(Sun is the only acceptable Naruto in RWBY), I decide to write my own little Prose. What I like to call -->
Why Jaune shouldn't use....... Crocea Mors!?
BAM! BAM!
Rang out two shots as they hit Jaune right in the chest, while his Aura protected him but the recoil from the projectiles' impacts, somehow, managed to slam him backwards. The surprising attack came from the latest of Salem's agents. A unnervingly pale, tall, lanky fellow, with green makeup following the tear streak of his eyes with similar colored green eyes.
Jaune quickly gathered his bearings, and tried to retrieve his Scroll and alert his friends, if only, but somehow his alert couldn't reach them!
"There is no use for your futile flailing", calmly, almost lazily said this unknown person.
"For no matter how hard a fish prays, despair would consume it still, on the Butcher's board"
Jaune wanted to really, really punch his stupid face in but the difference in their capabilities was too much. And somehow he had managed to isolate him and box him in this part of the Ruins, present at the heart of Vacuo's harsh deserts.
Now looking at certain death in face, all with the bastard's uninterested look, as if this whole ordeal was nothing but a regularity in is schedule was actively pissing him off. Yes, he knew he could get frustrated, get hung up on things, but this genuine rage he was feeling, it was much more recent, much more fresh.
'Heh, and here I thought if I could just be good enough to stand with them, all my problems would be solved, FOOL, ' thought Jaune to himself, now realizing that power was it's own curse. His weird Semblance, one he had taken to call Archetype, allowed him to gain some weird skills and personalities once he got in contact with a weapon, but strangely not on any weapon, only weapons of Huntsmen.
Through this he gained capability, and in that he believed that he could actually protect people, yet all it took was one slightly more capable monster in Salem's little army and here he was, separated from the rest of his team, as they were called to answer another disaster in Vacuo.
Through his Friends and Comrades and little tricks, Beacon still stood tall even after Salem's machinations after the Vytal Festival, but to placate the terror and fear of the larger populace of Remnant, Ozpin directed them to take missions alongside other kingdoms.
"I hope you have made peace, while it was certainly..... new to let myself act like this, I must move forward", and almost lazily he began to charge up his Lance/Cannon weapon, only instead of Aura or Dust, it was powered by what appeared to be liquid Grimm essence, the same essence that vaporized once you fell a grimm, now concentrated and coalescing, in the insidious sphere of verdant and dark glow.
Time stood still
What are you waiting for now, fool~
NO! Stay away from this!
Oh, that looks like fun, come on let me take a crack at it~~
I said stay out!
Let me out NO, let me NO, let meNO, let meNO, let meNO, let meNO, let meNO, let meNO, let meN-
OUT!
And everything moved
All at once, a brilliant yet terrible force exploded out from Jaune's bloodied, hunched body, armor broken at places and clothes scraped at some others, yet the show of power from his being contrasted absolutely with his broken form.
This force managed to disperse his opponents strong yet admittedly half heartedly created sphere of destruction, but this stranger managed to endure this titanic show of dominance with nothing more than a step back and covering his face.
Suddenly, Jaune rose, but in an eerie, unnatural manner, as though an animated puppet rather than a living being.
!
He immediately threw himself backward, still sending but now bending and back almost parallel to the ground, his arms were brought up, one hand twitching and clawing at nothing but air while the other clutched one half of his face as the dome of force around him grew, hi remaining upper body's armor and clothes explodes as he gave a final terrifying roar!
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-", he roared out and finally after an even stronger explosion the force around him suddenly vanished, raising a dust cloud.
Once it was cleared, he stood straight, Crocea Mors in its Great Sword form, merged with its Shield to make a larger, broader blade.
But something was different in his posture. It was uncaring, slouching at one side.
But the worst was his face. The immediate feature that stood out was a half of his face covered in a terrible, almost bone like, mask with red marking running from top to bottom, not unlike that of a Grimm. His eyes, stretched terrifyingly wide with darkened sclera and burning poisonous yellow irises.
And a manic grin on his face as he looked at his opponent with pure HUNGER!
Before the stranger could comment on this development, His lance moved, blocking and barely holding off an attack that came from Janue or whatever stood in his place as this grinning new entity, pushed and suddenly both were face to face, as if this entity's strength was enough to one handedly push against his guard despite the mechanical advantage he had.
This grinning menace looked at him, salivating from its mouth and said, "You know, I really want to kiss you right now. But all of that love is over shadowed by this overwhelming hunger, so please kind sir", he said, softly but the quality of his voice felt like two separate audio files echoing together, as he took his free hand and put it on the blade of the larger Crocea Mors," won't you feed this poor sinner?" he said as suddenly the blade glowed a darkened gold and an explosion of this....Aura(?) went off.
Jaune. Please I am begging, be alright.
Thought Pyrrha as she ran along with the rest of team JNPR, following the sight and sound of another explosion the fifth in under 40 seconds hoping that this constant activity in that area meant that at least some struggle was going on unless the perpetrator was a simple sadist doing it for their own sick desires.
Salem has no scarcity of those in her arms.
Said a terrified part of her psyche, even she destroyed another Beowulf that tried to block her path, with her Akuo.
She owed her life to her team leader, among many other reasons why she held him so dear, she wouldn't bear the thought of something happening to him.
Oh Gods, please, protect him.
Her Prayer sent, she again sped Ren and Nora along with herself with her semblance so that they may reach their leader quicker. Ren shouted a warning to conserve her Aura, but her turmoiled heart wouldn't let her hear anything till she managed to ensure his safety.
And removed whatever threat was posed to him
Noir Verde, was getting irritated, a first for him yet understandable as this animal kept leaping and bounding and swinging at him with that that giant blade of his, each hit carrying a thundering crack of Aura(?) that had forced him to regenerate his arms more than a few time, followed by his cackling laugh, sounding like the screech of a Nevermore, as he was forced to defend and bring out his wings, terrible bat-like wings, to dodge but when that vector of attack was covered, suddenly that animal started to leap around and use the frankly absurdly large pillars of the ruins and run on them, keeping up with him even at he ran at an acute angle towards the ground rather than perpendicular.
His wings given to him by his mistress, were tattered, and he couldn't even focus on healing them because as if this display of thorough degradation of sense and order wasn't done yet, that glowing mass of Aura(?) surrounding his blade now started to shoot like projectiles as he swung his blade from a distance!
The worst part was that this feral beast was learning, shrugging of his hits that he knew could level buildings and if anything managed to get through, his Aura(?) healed, but making sure that same pattern of attacks couldn't hold its potency against him for more than three clashes, even parrying and blocking somewhat strategically.
Why isn't his Aura depleting. And why does he feel like....us?
Thought Noir, as he tried to once again gain ground by launching another giant blast which that beast simply charged through, any minor wound healed instantly if he even took any.
He decide he had enough of this beast, and changed tactics.
He charged his lance with the grace of his mistress, and rushed forward as well, as if to meet him in a clash, but just when he was about to actually deliver the blow, he switched and feinted.
And this beast anticipated even that and moved to adjust same time as him! But that was fine, he decided to use a more uncouth tactic and as he got himself in position close to, he headbutted him, with all his might, something that in his hindsight was a certainly unwise decision.
It cracked his mask a little but seemed to affect more himself than this animal, and just about when he though another empowered slash of his would land on his chest-something that would cause even him problem healing- something came blindingly fast, too fast for Noir to notice and stabbed him in his chest!
But, instead of using this opportunity to chop him up, this beast looked at the projectile- A spear- and he hesitated, eyes widened, as if in recognition.
"Dammit not now!"
cried the beast as his hand seemed to clutch his ruined mask despite his struggling and rip the ruined mask off. Quicker than he could protest, and suddenly Jaune's eyes seemingly went normal, as he looked directly at Noir for a moment.
A moment in which Noir went to attack Jaune, now seemingly lucid, launching a small blast at him which launched him a little back but at the same time a flying grenade hit Noir straight in the chest, exploding in pink smoke.
While the grenade wasn't nearly as potent as the boy's slashes, he was already weakened, and was thus in great pain, yet he bit his lower lip to stave off the pain, heal a little while the smoke covered him, and used his wings to quickly fly off in the cover of the smoke.
Ren watched the wretched monster flying off like a scared rat, as he also shot at him with Stormflower, but his bullets seemingly doing no damage on him.
Maybe I really should switch to a higher caliber.
He filed it for later, making sure that Jaune was alright was important right now.
He looked over at his leader, while Pyrrha scanned all over a kneeling Jaune who was now clutching the handle of his enlarged Crocea Mors for support.
He was on one knee, hi eyes were wide as he panted, taking the support of his weapon, as Pyrrha looked over him with tears in her eyes. Then Jaune raised his arm and put it on Pyrrha's hand in a gesture of placation, which seemingly worked as she broke into a sob and went to hug and clutch to Jaune, with Nora following suite as it was clear that their precious leader was not severely injured.
An action he followed through as well. Finally calming his racing Heart down.
Jaune hugged his team back, feeling that sense of being torn apart finally settle as if parts of himself were re united with his body.
I should be dead. At least broken beyond repair.
His analytical mind went to work, as he confirmed that his team was safe, with no injuries and finally focused that he himself, while feeling as if all his bones were being flattened by a Hydraulic Press and blood Vessels seemed to be transporting fire, there was seemingly nothing broken or even too damaged, other than superficial wounds.
He hugged his team back tighter, knowing all four of them needed this and close his eyes. Jaune's tiredness started to catch up on him. With a pat he signaled Pyrrha, and looked at her.
She somehow understood his meaning, and along with Nora and Ren, carried him up and started to help him towards the Medic aid that just arrived behind the team.
Looks like Ren probably called them, thought Jaune as he forced himself to stay awake.
But what....... is happening....... to me? Jaune asked in his Psyche as the field medics stated to measure his vitals and tried to keep him steady, loading him up on the back of the ambulance.
.....This is.... Fine.
For now.
Fin
And since we have another Shonen Protagonist who shares........scary number of similarities with Jaune(Sun is the only acceptable Naruto in RWBY), I decide to write my own little Prose. What I like to call -->
Why Jaune shouldn't use....... Crocea Mors!?
BAM! BAM!
Rang out two shots as they hit Jaune right in the chest, while his Aura protected him but the recoil from the projectiles' impacts, somehow, managed to slam him backwards. The surprising attack came from the latest of Salem's agents. A unnervingly pale, tall, lanky fellow, with green makeup following the tear streak of his eyes with similar colored green eyes.
Jaune quickly gathered his bearings, and tried to retrieve his Scroll and alert his friends, if only, but somehow his alert couldn't reach them!
"There is no use for your futile flailing", calmly, almost lazily said this unknown person.
"For no matter how hard a fish prays, despair would consume it still, on the Butcher's board"
Jaune wanted to really, really punch his stupid face in but the difference in their capabilities was too much. And somehow he had managed to isolate him and box him in this part of the Ruins, present at the heart of Vacuo's harsh deserts.
Now looking at certain death in face, all with the bastard's uninterested look, as if this whole ordeal was nothing but a regularity in is schedule was actively pissing him off. Yes, he knew he could get frustrated, get hung up on things, but this genuine rage he was feeling, it was much more recent, much more fresh.
'Heh, and here I thought if I could just be good enough to stand with them, all my problems would be solved, FOOL, ' thought Jaune to himself, now realizing that power was it's own curse. His weird Semblance, one he had taken to call Archetype, allowed him to gain some weird skills and personalities once he got in contact with a weapon, but strangely not on any weapon, only weapons of Huntsmen.
Through this he gained capability, and in that he believed that he could actually protect people, yet all it took was one slightly more capable monster in Salem's little army and here he was, separated from the rest of his team, as they were called to answer another disaster in Vacuo.
Through his Friends and Comrades and little tricks, Beacon still stood tall even after Salem's machinations after the Vytal Festival, but to placate the terror and fear of the larger populace of Remnant, Ozpin directed them to take missions alongside other kingdoms.
"I hope you have made peace, while it was certainly..... new to let myself act like this, I must move forward", and almost lazily he began to charge up his Lance/Cannon weapon, only instead of Aura or Dust, it was powered by what appeared to be liquid Grimm essence, the same essence that vaporized once you fell a grimm, now concentrated and coalescing, in the insidious sphere of verdant and dark glow.
Time stood still
What are you waiting for now, fool~
NO! Stay away from this!
Oh, that looks like fun, come on let me take a crack at it~~
I said stay out!
Let me out NO, let me NO, let meNO, let meNO, let meNO, let meNO, let meNO, let meNO, let meN-
OUT!
And everything moved
All at once, a brilliant yet terrible force exploded out from Jaune's bloodied, hunched body, armor broken at places and clothes scraped at some others, yet the show of power from his being contrasted absolutely with his broken form.
This force managed to disperse his opponents strong yet admittedly half heartedly created sphere of destruction, but this stranger managed to endure this titanic show of dominance with nothing more than a step back and covering his face.
Suddenly, Jaune rose, but in an eerie, unnatural manner, as though an animated puppet rather than a living being.
!
He immediately threw himself backward, still sending but now bending and back almost parallel to the ground, his arms were brought up, one hand twitching and clawing at nothing but air while the other clutched one half of his face as the dome of force around him grew, hi remaining upper body's armor and clothes explodes as he gave a final terrifying roar!
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH-", he roared out and finally after an even stronger explosion the force around him suddenly vanished, raising a dust cloud.
Once it was cleared, he stood straight, Crocea Mors in its Great Sword form, merged with its Shield to make a larger, broader blade.
But something was different in his posture. It was uncaring, slouching at one side.
But the worst was his face. The immediate feature that stood out was a half of his face covered in a terrible, almost bone like, mask with red marking running from top to bottom, not unlike that of a Grimm. His eyes, stretched terrifyingly wide with darkened sclera and burning poisonous yellow irises.
And a manic grin on his face as he looked at his opponent with pure HUNGER!
Before the stranger could comment on this development, His lance moved, blocking and barely holding off an attack that came from Janue or whatever stood in his place as this grinning new entity, pushed and suddenly both were face to face, as if this entity's strength was enough to one handedly push against his guard despite the mechanical advantage he had.
This grinning menace looked at him, salivating from its mouth and said, "You know, I really want to kiss you right now. But all of that love is over shadowed by this overwhelming hunger, so please kind sir", he said, softly but the quality of his voice felt like two separate audio files echoing together, as he took his free hand and put it on the blade of the larger Crocea Mors," won't you feed this poor sinner?" he said as suddenly the blade glowed a darkened gold and an explosion of this....Aura(?) went off.
Jaune. Please I am begging, be alright.
Thought Pyrrha as she ran along with the rest of team JNPR, following the sight and sound of another explosion the fifth in under 40 seconds hoping that this constant activity in that area meant that at least some struggle was going on unless the perpetrator was a simple sadist doing it for their own sick desires.
Salem has no scarcity of those in her arms.
Said a terrified part of her psyche, even she destroyed another Beowulf that tried to block her path, with her Akuo.
She owed her life to her team leader, among many other reasons why she held him so dear, she wouldn't bear the thought of something happening to him.
Oh Gods, please, protect him.
Her Prayer sent, she again sped Ren and Nora along with herself with her semblance so that they may reach their leader quicker. Ren shouted a warning to conserve her Aura, but her turmoiled heart wouldn't let her hear anything till she managed to ensure his safety.
And removed whatever threat was posed to him
Noir Verde, was getting irritated, a first for him yet understandable as this animal kept leaping and bounding and swinging at him with that that giant blade of his, each hit carrying a thundering crack of Aura(?) that had forced him to regenerate his arms more than a few time, followed by his cackling laugh, sounding like the screech of a Nevermore, as he was forced to defend and bring out his wings, terrible bat-like wings, to dodge but when that vector of attack was covered, suddenly that animal started to leap around and use the frankly absurdly large pillars of the ruins and run on them, keeping up with him even at he ran at an acute angle towards the ground rather than perpendicular.
His wings given to him by his mistress, were tattered, and he couldn't even focus on healing them because as if this display of thorough degradation of sense and order wasn't done yet, that glowing mass of Aura(?) surrounding his blade now started to shoot like projectiles as he swung his blade from a distance!
The worst part was that this feral beast was learning, shrugging of his hits that he knew could level buildings and if anything managed to get through, his Aura(?) healed, but making sure that same pattern of attacks couldn't hold its potency against him for more than three clashes, even parrying and blocking somewhat strategically.
Why isn't his Aura depleting. And why does he feel like....us?
Thought Noir, as he tried to once again gain ground by launching another giant blast which that beast simply charged through, any minor wound healed instantly if he even took any.
He decide he had enough of this beast, and changed tactics.
He charged his lance with the grace of his mistress, and rushed forward as well, as if to meet him in a clash, but just when he was about to actually deliver the blow, he switched and feinted.
And this beast anticipated even that and moved to adjust same time as him! But that was fine, he decided to use a more uncouth tactic and as he got himself in position close to, he headbutted him, with all his might, something that in his hindsight was a certainly unwise decision.
It cracked his mask a little but seemed to affect more himself than this animal, and just about when he though another empowered slash of his would land on his chest-something that would cause even him problem healing- something came blindingly fast, too fast for Noir to notice and stabbed him in his chest!
But, instead of using this opportunity to chop him up, this beast looked at the projectile- A spear- and he hesitated, eyes widened, as if in recognition.
"Dammit not now!"
cried the beast as his hand seemed to clutch his ruined mask despite his struggling and rip the ruined mask off. Quicker than he could protest, and suddenly Jaune's eyes seemingly went normal, as he looked directly at Noir for a moment.
A moment in which Noir went to attack Jaune, now seemingly lucid, launching a small blast at him which launched him a little back but at the same time a flying grenade hit Noir straight in the chest, exploding in pink smoke.
While the grenade wasn't nearly as potent as the boy's slashes, he was already weakened, and was thus in great pain, yet he bit his lower lip to stave off the pain, heal a little while the smoke covered him, and used his wings to quickly fly off in the cover of the smoke.
Ren watched the wretched monster flying off like a scared rat, as he also shot at him with Stormflower, but his bullets seemingly doing no damage on him.
Maybe I really should switch to a higher caliber.
He filed it for later, making sure that Jaune was alright was important right now.
He looked over at his leader, while Pyrrha scanned all over a kneeling Jaune who was now clutching the handle of his enlarged Crocea Mors for support.
He was on one knee, hi eyes were wide as he panted, taking the support of his weapon, as Pyrrha looked over him with tears in her eyes. Then Jaune raised his arm and put it on Pyrrha's hand in a gesture of placation, which seemingly worked as she broke into a sob and went to hug and clutch to Jaune, with Nora following suite as it was clear that their precious leader was not severely injured.
An action he followed through as well. Finally calming his racing Heart down.
Jaune hugged his team back, feeling that sense of being torn apart finally settle as if parts of himself were re united with his body.
I should be dead. At least broken beyond repair.
His analytical mind went to work, as he confirmed that his team was safe, with no injuries and finally focused that he himself, while feeling as if all his bones were being flattened by a Hydraulic Press and blood Vessels seemed to be transporting fire, there was seemingly nothing broken or even too damaged, other than superficial wounds.
He hugged his team back tighter, knowing all four of them needed this and close his eyes. Jaune's tiredness started to catch up on him. With a pat he signaled Pyrrha, and looked at her.
She somehow understood his meaning, and along with Nora and Ren, carried him up and started to help him towards the Medic aid that just arrived behind the team.
Looks like Ren probably called them, thought Jaune as he forced himself to stay awake.
But what....... is happening....... to me? Jaune asked in his Psyche as the field medics stated to measure his vitals and tried to keep him steady, loading him up on the back of the ambulance.
.....This is.... Fine.
For now.
Fin
