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[RWBY] RWBY Shorts
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RWBY goes on a training mission with the Valean Cops.
Blake believes she's gonna see a lot of anti-Faunus racism by the cops... But it turns out that it's mostly cops dealing with a lot of entitled morons and idiots committing crimes for stupid reasons. A lot of them Faunus.
Blake: "Well... Maybe we'll find some racist human cops oppressing Faunus tomorrow."
Ruby: "... Um... Surrrre."
Later...
Blake: Face in a pillow "I'M BECOMING RACIST AGAINST MY OWN PEOPLE!"
Ruby: awkwardly patting her back
Blake believes she's gonna see a lot of anti-Faunus racism by the cops... But it turns out that it's mostly cops dealing with a lot of entitled morons and idiots committing crimes for stupid reasons. A lot of them Faunus.
Blake: "Well... Maybe we'll find some racist human cops oppressing Faunus tomorrow."
Ruby: "... Um... Surrrre."
Later...
Blake: Face in a pillow "I'M BECOMING RACIST AGAINST MY OWN PEOPLE!"
Ruby: awkwardly patting her back
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Cue someone recording a video where it looks like Blake is the racist cop.
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If is anything like the morons that behave with complete lack of common sense, decensy or even any thought beyond self gratification then that would be very understanable, cops get way to much bad rep over they bad apples when daily they have to deal with the town idiots and thats something people dont understand how tiring it is, i mean the whole situation have reached to the point the same activist that are the cause of cops been issue personal camaras want then gone now, because it show the kind of bullshit they have to deal with and that many of the people in the past they protested over might have behaved in the wrong way if the personal cam videos of ther cops tell us something.
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I had a great idea what if he and his team are the princes from the Disney movies.
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Yes please.
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Indeed, bodycams are one of the biggest backfires on the "lenience to criminals and cops are evil" crowd.
And so it would be on Remnant.
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Optimal Illusion
Emerald Sustrai had been stewing for days.
Cinder's growing interest in that dense, blond farm boy was intolerable. Jaune Arc was supposed to be a joke — a weak, talentless nobody. Yet Cinder kept watching him. Kept talking about him. Emerald decided something had to be done.
She waited until Arc was alone in one of Beacon's quieter courtyards, training with that ridiculously old sword of his. Perfect. She reached out with her Semblance, digging deep into his mind for the ultimate psychological weapon — the image of whatever hero he most admired, appearing to crush his dreams. It was hard to do, but the Aura expenditure was worth it!
What manifested made Emerald freeze.
A massive, red-and-blue robotic figure stood before Jaune in the middle of the courtyard, looking every bit like a living legend.
Jaune's eyes went wide. His sword clattered to the ground.
"!!! OPTIMUS PRIME?!"
Emerald stared. Seriously? His greatest hero is a fictional robot?
The illusion of Optimus Prime spoke in a deep, noble voice. "Yes… It is I, Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobots."
Jaune looked like he was about to pass out from pure joy. "B-B-But… How? Why?! So cool…!"
Emerald rubbed her temples. He's an idiot…
She realized, with growing horror, that her knowledge of Transformers was extremely limited.
"I am here to provide guidance to you, young warrior," Optimus boomed, "You have disappointed me!"
Jaune gasped.
"NO! I'm so sorry! What-What do I do?!"
What is something he says?! Emerald racked her brain.
Optimus Prime suddenly transformed into a truck with a loud series of mechanical sounds.
Jaune blinked. "Um… I can't do that."
Emerald panicked and forced the illusion to recover.
"Understanding your limits is part of understanding yourself!" Optimus declared.
Jaune nodded seriously. "Okay, so one of my limits is that I can't turn into… well, anything, really. Us meat-people are kinda stuck in one shape."
"…Good. You're learning things about… yourself?"
Jaune's eyes shone. "Oh wow… You are wise!"
Emerald wanted to scream. He's a complete idiot…
"What else, what else?" Jaune asked eagerly.
Emerald scrambled. "'Freedom is the right of all sentient lifeforms… But what is freedom?'"
Jaune hummed and rubbed his chin.
"Oh wow, that's a hard one! I need to meditate on that… Freedom in the Rostranian tradition is the clear blue sky over you, the wind in your face, the falcon at your arm… Freedom in the Gallian tradition can involve guillotining people… I mean, sometimes. Actually that wasn't really freedom, that was a reign of terror. Endeavourian freedom is personal responsibility and being armed so you can overthrow the government if they oppress you, which I do support but I have caveats…"
Emerald's eye twitched violently. HE'S A FUCKING NERD!
Jaune continued, completely earnest. "…But I think I'd agree most with the point of view of the Classical philosophers, that true freedom is to achieve virtue and become truly sentient. Or, if you want to get technical, truly sapient, as even jellyfish could be argued to be sentient. So, I'd argue that to be truly free, you have to become a good person. Cruelty, envy, cowardice, ignorance, hatred… aren't they chains in their own right?"
Emerald stared in pure existential horror. HE'S STILL GOING?!
Jaune kept going, gesturing thoughtfully. "In that sense, freedom is both a right and a responsibility. But it's one that can be impaired by the cruelties of others — if someone puts a physical chain around your neck and forces you to do their bidding, you'll probably succumb to the metaphorical chains of cruelty and hatred much more easily. Which is why we need heroes — to break the physical chains of those around us before the metaphorical ones bite into and bind to the also-metaphorical skin."
Optimus Prime (under Emerald's increasingly strained control) nodded. "You have demonstrated… a firm foundation in understanding your task."
Jaune's eyes sparkled. "What is my task, Optimus?! Tell me! Tell me!"
Emerald's brain short-circuited. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!
That was the moment Cinder Fall walked into the courtyard.
She stopped dead, staring at Emerald. She walked to her side and asked in a low voice:
"…What in the world are you doing?"
Emerald muttered under her breath, "I'm trying to determine this fool's psychological weaknesses!"
Cinder raised an elegant eyebrow. "Why?"
"Miss Cinder, it's going well… I have established he's a fool!" Emerald whispered desperately. "And boring!"
Jaune looked up at the illusion, worried. "Optimus? Did I do something wrong?"
Emerald forced the illusion to finally go on the offensive. "Your task is to recognize… your extreme limitations! You are poorly prepared and arrogant! You will get yourself and your team killed if you continue on your current path!"
Cinder watched with mild interest. "…Damn."
Optimus continued, voice grave. "You have been foolish! You can't just charge ahead without thinking! You'll doom all that you love and break the heart of your mother!"
Jaune's face crumpled. He started sobbing.
"You're right, Optimus! I need to get better! I need to work harder and stop being a drag on everyone else!"
Emerald's jaw dropped. HE TOOK IT AS CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM?!
Jaune wiped his eyes, looking more determined than ever. "You're right, Optimus! I'll throw my all into it and become—become better! Thank you, Optimus! THANK YOU!"
The illusion of Optimus Prime flickered and vanished as Emerald's concentration finally shattered, Emerald and Cinder ducking behind a fountain for cover.
Jaune stood there in the courtyard, wiping his eyes and looking more motivated than he had in weeks, before he ran off.
Cinder looked at Emerald with a mix of smug amusement and genuine curiosity.
Emerald's face burned. "…W-Well I had to stay in character!"
Emerald just stared into the middle distance, questioning every life choice that had led her to this moment.
"He manifested Optimus Prime," she groaned.
Cinder patted her on the shoulder.
"Well," she said lightly, "at least now we know his psychological weakness."
Emerald looked up, hopeful. "Really?"
"Yes," Cinder replied. "He's a massive nerd with a terrifyingly functional moral compass. And somehow, that makes him even more annoying."
Emerald brightened.
Cinder smirked.
"And yet... More interesting~," she hummed, lightly biting her thumb.
Emerald groaned and buried her face in her hands.
Emerald Sustrai had been stewing for days.
Cinder's growing interest in that dense, blond farm boy was intolerable. Jaune Arc was supposed to be a joke — a weak, talentless nobody. Yet Cinder kept watching him. Kept talking about him. Emerald decided something had to be done.
She waited until Arc was alone in one of Beacon's quieter courtyards, training with that ridiculously old sword of his. Perfect. She reached out with her Semblance, digging deep into his mind for the ultimate psychological weapon — the image of whatever hero he most admired, appearing to crush his dreams. It was hard to do, but the Aura expenditure was worth it!
What manifested made Emerald freeze.
A massive, red-and-blue robotic figure stood before Jaune in the middle of the courtyard, looking every bit like a living legend.
Jaune's eyes went wide. His sword clattered to the ground.
"!!! OPTIMUS PRIME?!"
Emerald stared. Seriously? His greatest hero is a fictional robot?
The illusion of Optimus Prime spoke in a deep, noble voice. "Yes… It is I, Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobots."
Jaune looked like he was about to pass out from pure joy. "B-B-But… How? Why?! So cool…!"
Emerald rubbed her temples. He's an idiot…
She realized, with growing horror, that her knowledge of Transformers was extremely limited.
"I am here to provide guidance to you, young warrior," Optimus boomed, "You have disappointed me!"
Jaune gasped.
"NO! I'm so sorry! What-What do I do?!"
What is something he says?! Emerald racked her brain.
Optimus Prime suddenly transformed into a truck with a loud series of mechanical sounds.
Jaune blinked. "Um… I can't do that."
Emerald panicked and forced the illusion to recover.
"Understanding your limits is part of understanding yourself!" Optimus declared.
Jaune nodded seriously. "Okay, so one of my limits is that I can't turn into… well, anything, really. Us meat-people are kinda stuck in one shape."
"…Good. You're learning things about… yourself?"
Jaune's eyes shone. "Oh wow… You are wise!"
Emerald wanted to scream. He's a complete idiot…
"What else, what else?" Jaune asked eagerly.
Emerald scrambled. "'Freedom is the right of all sentient lifeforms… But what is freedom?'"
Jaune hummed and rubbed his chin.
"Oh wow, that's a hard one! I need to meditate on that… Freedom in the Rostranian tradition is the clear blue sky over you, the wind in your face, the falcon at your arm… Freedom in the Gallian tradition can involve guillotining people… I mean, sometimes. Actually that wasn't really freedom, that was a reign of terror. Endeavourian freedom is personal responsibility and being armed so you can overthrow the government if they oppress you, which I do support but I have caveats…"
Emerald's eye twitched violently. HE'S A FUCKING NERD!
Jaune continued, completely earnest. "…But I think I'd agree most with the point of view of the Classical philosophers, that true freedom is to achieve virtue and become truly sentient. Or, if you want to get technical, truly sapient, as even jellyfish could be argued to be sentient. So, I'd argue that to be truly free, you have to become a good person. Cruelty, envy, cowardice, ignorance, hatred… aren't they chains in their own right?"
Emerald stared in pure existential horror. HE'S STILL GOING?!
Jaune kept going, gesturing thoughtfully. "In that sense, freedom is both a right and a responsibility. But it's one that can be impaired by the cruelties of others — if someone puts a physical chain around your neck and forces you to do their bidding, you'll probably succumb to the metaphorical chains of cruelty and hatred much more easily. Which is why we need heroes — to break the physical chains of those around us before the metaphorical ones bite into and bind to the also-metaphorical skin."
Optimus Prime (under Emerald's increasingly strained control) nodded. "You have demonstrated… a firm foundation in understanding your task."
Jaune's eyes sparkled. "What is my task, Optimus?! Tell me! Tell me!"
Emerald's brain short-circuited. I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!
That was the moment Cinder Fall walked into the courtyard.
She stopped dead, staring at Emerald. She walked to her side and asked in a low voice:
"…What in the world are you doing?"
Emerald muttered under her breath, "I'm trying to determine this fool's psychological weaknesses!"
Cinder raised an elegant eyebrow. "Why?"
"Miss Cinder, it's going well… I have established he's a fool!" Emerald whispered desperately. "And boring!"
Jaune looked up at the illusion, worried. "Optimus? Did I do something wrong?"
Emerald forced the illusion to finally go on the offensive. "Your task is to recognize… your extreme limitations! You are poorly prepared and arrogant! You will get yourself and your team killed if you continue on your current path!"
Cinder watched with mild interest. "…Damn."
Optimus continued, voice grave. "You have been foolish! You can't just charge ahead without thinking! You'll doom all that you love and break the heart of your mother!"
Jaune's face crumpled. He started sobbing.
"You're right, Optimus! I need to get better! I need to work harder and stop being a drag on everyone else!"
Emerald's jaw dropped. HE TOOK IT AS CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM?!
Jaune wiped his eyes, looking more determined than ever. "You're right, Optimus! I'll throw my all into it and become—become better! Thank you, Optimus! THANK YOU!"
The illusion of Optimus Prime flickered and vanished as Emerald's concentration finally shattered, Emerald and Cinder ducking behind a fountain for cover.
Jaune stood there in the courtyard, wiping his eyes and looking more motivated than he had in weeks, before he ran off.
Cinder looked at Emerald with a mix of smug amusement and genuine curiosity.
Emerald's face burned. "…W-Well I had to stay in character!"
Emerald just stared into the middle distance, questioning every life choice that had led her to this moment.
"He manifested Optimus Prime," she groaned.
Cinder patted her on the shoulder.
"Well," she said lightly, "at least now we know his psychological weakness."
Emerald looked up, hopeful. "Really?"
"Yes," Cinder replied. "He's a massive nerd with a terrifyingly functional moral compass. And somehow, that makes him even more annoying."
Emerald brightened.
Cinder smirked.
"And yet... More interesting~," she hummed, lightly biting her thumb.
Emerald groaned and buried her face in her hands.
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That puts him ahead of about 3/4's of Team RWBY......