[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Gur40]

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Considering Adam used his Aura and semblance to pierce other people Aura
Ruby subconscious using her semblance true power of density /matter manipulation to make a weapon fit for a tank would be amazing
and the idea that Ruby using her Aura for body protection just like Yang and Tai with there similar semblances do and probably taught her

Weiss being best at semblance and aura application ie dust manipulation and fastest only behind Ruby and with all the things she does with aura no wonder she a glass canon
Blake being the average at everything compared to her team except stealth

 

[Phillip_II_of_Macedon]

Happy Thanksgiving everyone !

What do you believe that the people of Remnant would have to be thankful for, and how do you believe that they would celebrate it?

 

[ExFelineServer3]

So, obviously being thankful for Huntsmen/women, aura and semblances, the Grimm Defenses at least.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Sun Wukong, tail swishing confidently, cornered Jaune Arc in one of Beacon's courtyards, his golden eyes gleaming with a plan.

"Jaune! Take Yang out! With me and Blake! A double date is way less stressful, right?" Sun grinned, slapping Jaune's back.

Jaune blinked, stumbling a bit from being caught off guard. "I uh… well… what about Weiss—?"

"Dude," Sun said, deadpan, tail flicking.

"Uggggghhh… fine," Jaune groaned, rubbing his neck. "You think she'll go for it?"

"Blake told me she'd get Yang to come along," Sun said enthusiastically. "You just have to ask!"

As though on cue, Yang and Blake rounded the nearby corner, Blake looking determined while Yang looked the tiniest bit nervous. She then raised an eyebrow at Jaune and smirked.

"Well VB?"

Jaune looked thoughtful… Then reached out to take Yang's hands between his. He looked right into her eyes and smiled.

"Hey Yang," he said, "I'd love to take you out on a date tonight. Just for fun, because I like you. What do you say?"

Yang flushed… Then yanked her hands back. She brushed her hair back from her ear.

"I-I yeah, sure," she mumbled, "Vomit Boy."

"Spitfire," Jaune returned playfully. Yang flushed and laughed.

Sun turned to Blake and just grinned broadly. Blake gave them both a speculative look. Yang and Jaune both turned to glare at her.

"What?" They demanded.

"Nothing," Blake smiled softly and took Sun's hand. "Let's get going."

"So, where are we going?" Yang asked. Jaune tried to take her hand, but she lifted her own up to avoid it.

"A nice spot for our first date," Blake said with a smile, turning to Sun, "Right?"

"Oh yeah! I've got the perfect spot!" Sun nodded.

- - -

The night had gone sideways. What started as a casual stroll through the docks—Sun's idea of "romantic" for his first official date with Blake—spiraled into chaos when they stumbled on a White Fang cell unloading illegal Dust crates. Now, explosions rocked the air, the scent of scorched metal and burning wood choking the night. Jaune swung Crocea Mors, shielding Yang as Blake and Sun fought back-to-back, Ruyi Bang and Jingu Bang a blur, Gambol Shroud flashing.

"HOW DID WE END UP FIGHTING TERRORISTS?! AGAIN?!" Jaune shouted, deflecting a blast with his shield.

Blake, dodging a sniper shot, grinned at Sun, her amber eyes sparkling despite the chaos. "Sun, honey, this date was a fantastic idea!"

"I'M GOING TO SKIN THAT DAMN CAT!" Yang roared, Ember Celica thundering, her blonde hair a fiery halo as she punched a goon through a crate. She charged through several more goons, leveling them all. Jaune sighed and followed, knocking out any who were left with lighter hits from his shield or hilt of his sword.

Afterwards, they dragged all the unconscious White Fang members out of the warehouse and tied them up.

Jaune stood up and sighed.

"Well… we stopped the plot… and with a minimum of collateral—"

BOOM! The warehouse erupted in a fireball, Dust crates igniting in a chain reaction that lit the sky orange.

All four of them stared at the burning warehouse and heard the sirens of approaching police and firemen.

Blake's ears flattened under her bow. "…Run."

"Quickly!" Yang yelled, grabbing Jaune's hand.

- - -

They collapsed at a cozy café a mile away, the air now sweet with coffee and pastries, police sirens and firefighter Bullheads wailing in the distance. The four sat at an outdoor table, soot-streaked but alive, sipping drinks under string lights. Jaune's hoodie was singed, Yang's jacket torn, Blake's bow askew, and Sun's shirt half-unbuttoned (as usual).

"Sooo…" Sun grinned, leaning back, tail curling around Blake's chair. "What about the art museum for our next date?"

Blake smirked, sipping her tea. "…Sounds good."

Yang slammed her coffee down, lilac eyes blazing. "Jaune… next date, we're going alone, to a quiet place. Like a movie. Or dinner. Just us two. And no insane terrorist-seeking moron with us."

Jaune blinked, flustered. "Wait, there's a next date?"

"Yes, doofus!" Yang snapped, pointing at him. "I refuse to let this be the only date I've gone on at Beacon! So you're taking me to a nice place, and then maybe, we'll go on a third!"

"Woo! Sounds great—" Sun started.

"YOU'RE NOT INVITED!" Yang barked, her hair flaring briefly.

Sun raised his hands, laughing. "Okay, okay! Geez, Blondie, chill!"

Blake chuckled, resting a hand on Sun's arm, her voice soft but teasing. "You did say taking down criminals was romantic."

"Yeah, but I didn't blow up the warehouse!" Sun protested, grinning.

Jaune sighed, sipping his cocoa, but a small smile tugged at his lips as Yang's hand found his under the table. "Movie sounds good," he murmured.

"Damn right it does," Yang said, smirking, her thumb brushing his knuckles.