[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[LordofBones]

*The Gods are summoned and Salem is defeated*

Ozpin: *closing his eyes* "At last...I...I can rest..."
God of Darkness: "Haha no, fuck that. Enjoy the next five thousand years of playing bodyjacker."
Ozpin: "...what."
God of Light: "Yeah, no, we're not doing this, Ozma."
Ozpin: "WHY?!"

God of Darkness/Light: "I see no Arkos/Lancaster here, how could you have fucked that up?!"
Darkness: "...You mean Arkos, don't you brother?"
Light: "You can't seriously deny that Lancaster is the natural conclusion-"
Darkness: "PYRRHA WAS DONE DIRTY, DAMMIT!"
Light: "LANCASTER IS FULL OF FLUFF AND SWEETNESS!"
Darkness: "LITTLE MISS MARTYR OVER THERE COULDN'T RAISE A PUPPY WITHOUT ABANDONING IT TO CRUSADE AGAINST THE FORCES OF EVIL!"
Light: "GUESS WHO DID MARTYR HERSELF? I BET WHAT'S LEFT OF HER'S BEING SNORTED BY SOME HOMELESS ADDICT!"

Ozpin: "I...what...you can't be serious-"
Darkness/Light: "Does it look like we're joking?"
Ozpin: "But...but...look, there's Miss Belladonna and Miss Xiao-Long hugging and kissing! Surely, that's proof of-"
Darkness: "By our horns, everyone knows Bumbleby is a statistic waiting to happen."
Light: "At least we got here before-"

Animal God: "Am I too late to argue for Knightshade?"
The Blacksmith: "Boys, what did I say about challenging the supremacy of White Knight?"
The Breaker/Aslan/YHVH: *sends visions of a surprised golden she-dragon being hauled over a knight's shoulder*

 

[Gur40]

*The Gods are summoned and Salem is defeated*

Ozpin: *closing his eyes* "At last...I...I can rest..."
God of Darkness: "Haha no, fuck that. Enjoy the next five thousand years of playing bodyjacker."
Ozpin: "...what."
God of Light: "Yeah, no, we're not doing this, Ozma."
Ozpin: "WHY?!"

God of Darkness/Light: "I see no Arkos/Lancaster here, how could you have fucked that up?!"
Darkness: "...You mean Arkos, don't you brother?"
Light: "You can't seriously deny that Lancaster is the natural conclusion-"
Darkness: "PYRRHA WAS DONE DIRTY, DAMMIT!"
Light: "LANCASTER IS FULL OF FLUFF AND SWEETNESS!"
Darkness: "LITTLE MISS MARTYR OVER THERE COULDN'T RAISE A PUPPY WITHOUT ABANDONING IT TO CRUSADE AGAINST THE FORCES OF EVIL!"
Light: "GUESS WHO DID MARTYR HERSELF? I BET WHAT'S LEFT OF HER'S BEING SNORTED BY SOME HOMELESS ADDICT!"

Ozpin: "I...what...you can't be serious-"
Darkness/Light: "Does it look like we're joking?"
Ozpin: "But...but...look, there's Miss Belladonna and Miss Xiao-Long hugging and kissing! Surely, that's proof of-"
Darkness: "By our horns, everyone knows Bumbleby is a statistic waiting to happen."
Light: "At least we got here before-"

Animal God: "Am I too late to argue for Knightshade?"
The Blacksmith: "Boys, what did I say about challenging the supremacy of White Knight?"
The Breaker/Aslan/YHVH: *sends visions of a surprised golden she-dragon being hauled over a knight's shoulder*

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Imagine The Gods as voices 'helping' there pick
GoD: Arkos
GoL: Lancaster
Blacksmith: WhiteKnight
Animal God: Knightshade
Breaker: Dragonslayer

Pyrrha Has Cinder Fall over as the Grimm Parasite That Is The TRUE Fall Maiden Jumps Ship Like a Symbiote And Suddenly Ruling The Grimm To Salem Horror

Ruby gets Sharingan level upgrades by the GoL and Maria a dream vision to go to Vale

Weiss gets a call from her mom who see's Jaune and ask if he' Nick son, one love sick regret filled speech later and Weiss is investing in the Himbo Stocks

Blake getting visions by her God to help Human Faunus relations... the kinky way

And Yang a biblically accurate angel meme or DxD Gabriel which ever is funnier

Spoiler: Sad Jess

 

[SpaceK0k0nut]

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now cue cinder showing up at Beacon and having a very awkward meeting with her sorta-half-cousin Jaune

 

[John Jackson]

In the past, Edward Elric-Arc and his family are visiting the Arc Farm for dinner... At the same time Arturia Pendragon-Arc and her husband were visiting. Dinner goes well, for the most part, until...

Edward: "I don't see why you have to insist on swords when guns work just as well. Even better in many cases. You and your absurd Aura."

Arturia: "Please! You and Alphonse can't speak about absurd Aura levels with some of the things you pulled off."

Edward: "That is the product of years of study, practice, and efficiency! We're not barbarians slinging around our Auras willy-nilly!"

Arturia: "Oh, and I suppose I just wasted all my time studying combat, military tactics, and Aura control, hm?"

Alphonse: "Ed, come on, we're family..."

Nick: "Nana, please, not again..."

Edward: "Not now Al, I need to teach this hag a lesson..."

Arturia: "HA! Says the tiny shrimp who never broke five foot nothing?"

Al and Nick calmly usher everyone else out of the dining room.

The resulting explosion can be heard for miles.

Shirou is late getting back with ice cream, along with Mordred and Isabel. They see everyone eating outside while explosions go off in the house.

Shirou: "... She made a short joke didn't she?"

Mordred: "Ooooh! Let me get in on this-!"

Isabel: "NO."

Al: "Brother is still tetchy about that."

Isabel rolls up her sleeves and storms into her house.

Some violence later... Isabel is waving a sheathed sword at her grandmother and her great-uncle as they sit seiza in the wrecked dining room.

Isabel: "What kind of irresponsible nonsense is this?! You're both over a hundred years old, act your damn age! You have any idea what ideas you're giving your grandchildren?! Also, STOP WRECKING MY HOUSE!"

Nick smiles proudly. After all, his wife is strong enough to put some of the greatest warriors in history in their place

Arturia, looking to the side: "... The castle wouldn't have broken."

Shirou: coughs "Um, dearest, she was there for that spat you had with Cousin Astolfo."

Arturia looks blank.

Shirou: "The chandelier?"

Arturia: wince "Ah."

Ed: "Ha!"

Isabel: Glares at him "And I haven't forgotten my sixth birthday party, either."

Ed: Wince "That... That was obviously overblown in your memories! Tell her, Al!"

Al: "Brother, you blew up the greenhouse because you mistook the clown for an assassin."

Ed: "NOBODY TOLD ME THERE WOULD BE CLOWNS!"

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Just rereading this and Ed had the perfect correct reactions to clowns
Also am I the only one who thinks if beacon had held out for a few days there would have been an army of Arc showing up to save them like the Rohirm in Return of the King?

 

[Sliverhero]

A Simple Twist of Calamity: part 2

The quiet of the empty training room was a balm after the suffocating concern. Team JNPR had just left, Pyrrha's hand lingering on his shoulder, Ren's quiet nod, Nora's uncharacteristically hushed tone. They'd bought it. They'd all bought the performance of the traumatized, lucky survivor. The heavy door hissed shut, sealing him in the sterile, white-lit space.

The tremor in Jaune's hands ceased instantly. The hollow, wounded look in his blue eyes drained away, leaving them flat and empty, like two chips of polished slate. The human warmth evaporated from his face, his features settling into an expression of serene, profound boredom. He pulled his scroll from his pocket, the movement smooth and unnaturally precise.

He tapped a contact saved under 'Cinder's Clown'. It connected after one ring. "Talk," came Roman Torchwick's voice, clipped and tense. There was no playful lilt, no theatrical annoyance. Just the clean, sharp tone of a subordinate reporting.

"The containment field is stable," Jaune said, his voice devoid of the usual hesitant tenor. It was a dry, rasping sound, like stones grinding slowly together. "No structural compromise to the persona. The Ozpin entity observed the event. Its reaction was within predicted parameters: confusion, suspicion, then forced rationalization. It is afraid, but it will choose to believe the lie. For now."

On the other end, in a dusty warehouse by the Vale docks, Roman Torchwick stood perfectly still. He wasn't lounging against a crate or twirling his cane. He stood at parade rest, his face a mask of rigid concentration. As Jaune spoke, a minute crackle, like settling gravel, whispered from his jawline. His gloved fingers, resting on Melodic Cudgel, were utterly motionless, not a single fidget or tap. He was listening with his whole being.

"The local irritant, the 'Cardin' unit, is neutralized," Jaune continued, a flicker of something like distaste in his stony tone. "The process was inefficient. A cascade of localized misfortune. A stumble, a falling decorative element, a maintenance drone on a sub-optimal path, a consumer-grade power source undergoing spontaneous gravitational collapse. Pathetic. It wasted more energy than it was worth, but the narrative of 'freak accident' is now cemented. The alternative, direct, visible force, would have been more wasteful still."

Roman absorbed this. His emerald eyes, usually alight with mockery, were dull, like moss on a long-shadowed rock. "Understood. The theatrics with the human girl, the 'Fall Maiden' script…?"
"Proceed as planned. Cinder Fall is a useful catalyst. She believes she is leveraging you, let her. Her ambition, her human rage, creates excellent noise and draws attention in useful directions. Utilize her until her structural integrity fails or her purpose is served. Then, we repurpose the materials."

"And the Silver-Eyed contingent? The 'Ruby Rose' unit?" A long, silent pause. In the training room, Jaune didn't blink. "An anomaly. A random crystallization of light. Beautiful, in its way. Like lightning striking a specific tree. It is not a threat. It is a weather pattern. We do not fight the weather, Roman. We wait for it to pass, or we use its erosion to our advantage. Continue to observe."

"Yes, sir." The call ended. Jaune lowered the scroll, his arm moving with a slow, deliberate gravity. The performance was over. The calculations were updated. The plan, measured in epochs, not semesters, continued its patient, grinding course.

A soft, sharp intake of breath. It wasn't from the scroll. Jaune turned his head, not with a human's quick jerk, but with the slow, inexorable pivot of a planetary body. His eyes, now fully the color of a stagnant quarry pool, fixed on the observation window of the training room control booth. A window that was supposed to be empty.

Pressed against the glass was the pale, horrified face of Velvet Scarlatina. Her long rabbit ears were pinned back in terror. One hand was clamped over her mouth, the other splayed against the window. She'd heard everything. Their eyes met. Velvet saw no surprise, no panic, no malice in Jaune's gaze. She saw only a profound, indifferent acknowledgment, like a mountain noting an ant upon its slope. Then, he took a single, calm step forward.

Velvet's survival instincts, honed by a lifetime of being bullied, screamed. She spun and bolted, her sneakers squeaking on the polished floor as she fled down the corridor. She had to find Coco. She had to tell someone. Jaune… he's not human. He's working with Torchwick. He killed Cardin on purpose!

The hallway was empty, lined with lockers and doors to other training rooms. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, organic drum. She fumbled for her own scroll, her fingers slick with panic. Just get to the courtyard, get to the dorms, find Coco....

Ahead of her, a bank of student lockers, rocket-propelled for easy transport of gear, lined the wall. They were dormant, powered down, their hatches sealed. As Velvet ran past them, the locker at the very end of the row emitted a soft, internal 'click'.

Its status light flickered from red to green.
With a deafening 'WHUMP' of compressed air, the entire six-foot-tall, half-ton steel locker blasted off its mounting rails. It didn't malfunction slowly. It didn't wobble. It fired like a torpedo, straight down the center of the hallway, its polished metal surface reflecting Velvet's terrified, backward glance in a distorted blur.

To any observer, to any system diagnostic, it was a catastrophic, one-in-a-billion mechanical failure. A stuck valve, a crossed circuit, a perfect storm of faults. To Velvet, it was the hallway itself reaching out to crush her.

She screamed, a short, sharp sound cut off by the devastating impact. The locker hit her at hip level, folding her body around it with a sickening series of cracks. It didn't stop. It carried her broken form along, smearing a red trail down the sterile white wall for twenty feet before finally jamming to a halt against a structural beam, its nose crumpled.

The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the faint hiss of escaping pressure from the locker's piston. Down the hall, the door to Training Room 3 hissed open. Jaune Arc walked out. He looked down the corridor at the scene of horrific, improbable accident. He saw the twisted metal, the still form of Velvet Scarlatina partially pinned beneath it.

He showed no reaction. His face was once again the picture of youthful, concerned confusion, but it was settling onto his features a fraction too slowly, like a mask being lowered after the performance had already ended. He took out his scroll again, not to call for help, but to observe. A notification blinked.' Aura Monitor Alert: Student 087-Velvet Scarlatina, Aura Depletion: Critical Physical Trauma. Vital Signs: Null.'

He deleted the notification. Then, he began to run, his face finally achieving the perfect pitch of panicked, grief-stricken horror. "HELP!" he cried, his voice echoing down the carnage-strewn hall. "SOMEONE, HELP! THERE'S BEEN A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT!"

In the control booth, the observation window where Velvet had stood moments before was empty. On the console, a single, hairline crack had appeared in the reinforced glass, radiating out from where her hand had pressed in fear. A flaw. A random imperfection. Nothing more.