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[RWBY] The Great Temporal Step-Sibling War!
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This is going to be good.......
NooneImportant
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Willow in this type of dress or we riot, naturally.
Helm, Chandelier, NIKKE
St. Louis, Luxurious Wheels, Azur Lane
Bommel
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So how much is Jaune like his father, and how much would he remind Willow of that and/or make her feel like she's a teenager in love again?
Because if Jaune has all the qualities that Nick has that Willow fell for, then Willow might decide that she has a bigger chance of winning anything if she tries pursuing the younger model stud (because Isabel will crush any attempt at Nick before they even begin, but Jaune is a slightly different story).
And if a harem is forming, than there's the additional advantages of higher reciprocation percentage and a number advantage if the Schnee women work together.
There's also the fact that Jaune can't help but be insanely desirable to mature women/MILFs.
Because if Jaune has all the qualities that Nick has that Willow fell for, then Willow might decide that she has a bigger chance of winning anything if she tries pursuing the younger model stud (because Isabel will crush any attempt at Nick before they even begin, but Jaune is a slightly different story).
And if a harem is forming, than there's the additional advantages of higher reciprocation percentage and a number advantage if the Schnee women work together.
There's also the fact that Jaune can't help but be insanely desirable to mature women/MILFs.
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JiggieP
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Bah, they are all gonna be in laws anyway, because Jaune sure as frick gonna try his darndest to secure his children future. So what's the better way to get along with your in laws than fucking them?
Arslan's Parents Get A Call.
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Aelia Paravel was one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities still standing within the Kingdom of Mistral, and perhaps the whole world. As such it has carried many titles over the centuries: The Crossroads of Anima, The Lower Court, The Oasis of Justice, The City of Kings, The Holy Place, The Table of Fate, The Broken Table.
It is said that the city was built around an artifact left behind by ancient gods known as The Stone Table. According to legends this Stone Table governed the births, lives and deaths of mortal souls, both human and faunus alike. The legends go on to say that because of the Table's power a Witch with mastery over ice and snow conquered the city in her quest to live forever. It is said that the Ice Witch would sacrifice young men and women upon the Stone Table in a ritual that added their lifespans to her own. For a hundred years her tyranny covered the city in winter, but it all came to an end through the sacrifice of the Table Breaker.
According to the faithful the Table Breaker was born with the spark of the divine within him. This divine spark gave him otherworldly knowledge and the power to work miracles no semblance could hope to replicate. He healed the sick, gave comfort to the weary, and taught truths that confounded the wise. He gathered a following of disciples who did their best to record all his teachings, and this following caught the attention of the Witch's secret police.
The Table Breaker's followers expected him to confront the Ice Witch in an epic duel of cosmic powers, and they were all shocked when he willingly gave himself up and allowed the Witch to sacrifice him upon the Stone Table. For three days and three nights his body lay upon the Table, and the Witch mocked those who morned him. Then on the dawn of the fourth day the ground shook, the earth cracked, and the Stone Table broke in two as the Table Breaker's spirit returned to its' body and lived again.
Breaking the Table killed the Ice Witch as she had tethered her life-force to the "unbreakable" artifact, and her power went off to inhabit another young girl. As for the Table Breaker? The sacred texts claim his time in death had allowed his divine spark to come to the surface, and he had returned as a being that could only be called a god. He remained within the Holy City of Aelia Paravel for a year doing good and teaching doctrine before he departed for a place beyond the world, where he would build a paradise of growth so that all those who believed on his name could escape the dooms engraved in the Stone Table.
Believers spread the good news of the Table Breaker far and wide, and Aelia Paravel became a site of pilgrimage for those who believed. This kept the city relevant over the millennia through the rise and fall of empires. Aelia Paravel was conquered, freed, conquered, conquered, conquered, freed again, conquered again and again so many times over the centuries that any other city would have faded into obscurity and disappeared, but thanks to the wealth brought in by faithful pilgrims the city was always able to rebuild. Even as the faith began to loose popularity in the continent of Anima it had enough adherents in other far flung lands to keep Aelia Paravel relevant in the world.
In the modern era the city is is still the beating heart of the faith in spite of the central government of Mistral's best efforts, so many of the faithful have dreams of living there. Among those living that dream are the Altan family; a clan with a membership so sprawling and massive and intertwined with the city that whenever one of them starts dating they have to check with their local genealogist just to be certain their paramour isn't a lost cousin less than four times removed.
In a modest mansion overlooking the old city lives a relatively small branch of the Altan family. Heading this branch is Logos Altan, retired stuntman and hobbyist mechanic. At his side stands his wife Basara Altan, retired actress and hobbyist artist. Together they have brought eight children into the world, seven sons and a daughter they named Arslan.
This day started off like many other Saturdays for the family; with Logos getting out of bed first and cooking a hearty breakfast for everyone currently home. Then after the meal was spread across the dinning room table Logos would lead his family in prayer, imploring the Divine to keep a watchful eye on those members of the household who were now grown and making their own way in the world.
Once the meal was finished and the dishes and kitchen cleaned Logos and Basara retreated to the garage. There Logos worked on restoring this or that old vehicle while Basara painted murals on the sides of the vehicles he had finished in the neighboring bay. This kept them occupied until lunchtime when they returned to the kitchen and fixed themselves a humble meal of simple sandwiches.
After lunch the two of them spent the early afternoon strolling arm in arm through a local park, taking in the beauty the gardeners had labored so hard to bring forth. While at the park they ran into handful of fans who recognized Basara from her acting days which lead to an impromptu autograph signing that took up a surprising chunk of time. All in all it was a full afternoon.
As the two of them returned home Logos looked to his wife and asked in his deep baritone voice, "Should I cook something, or do you want to cook something, or should we order something?"
"Hmmm...." Basara contemplated the question for a moment, "It would take too long to thaw out the mutton we have in the freezer, and you grilled yesterday. I say we order something."
Logos solemnly nodded and pulled a wheel of chance from behind a cabinet, seven high end restaurants with a ten minute delivery time to their home decorating its' face. He placed it upon the table in a purposeful manner before stepping aside so his wife could spin it. She ceremoniously stretched forth her hand, but then her scroll ringed.
Frowning at the unexpected call Basara pulled her scroll from her pocket and redirected the call to a screen on the dinning room wall. They were treated to an unexpected sight: Glynda Goodwitch, the deputy headmistress of Beacon Academy, who looked frazzled and near the end of her rope.
"Have I reached Logos and Basara Altan? Parents of Arslan Altan?" Glynda sounded desperate, "The Arslan Altan who's fought Pyrrha Nikos in the finals of multiple tournaments?"
"How many of my distant cousins did you accidentally call while trying to reach us?" Logos asked dryly.
"None, I got your number from your daughter," Glynda clarified, "And she needs the two of you to come to Beacon as soon as possible, a complicated situation has arisen and she could use your support."
"What happened?" Basara asked with a layer of concern blanketing her words.
Glynda took a deep and resigned breath, "Congratulations, you're grandparents."
Logos and Basara looked to one another with raised eyebrows, then they looked back to Glynda.
"Has our daughter eloped?" A layer of confusion was evident in Basara's speech.
"The situation is complicated, but no she hasn't," Glynda ran a hand through her hair, "It will be easier to explain things in person with the other parents."
"Has the man been arrested?" Logos asked in a deadly serious tone.
"Beg pardon?" A strand of hair popped out of Glynda's bun.
"Our daughter would never willingly have a child out of wedlock," Logos explained in a dangerously even voice, "So there is only one way for us to have become grandparents. I ask again, has the man been arrested?"
For a moment Glynda gaped at them, as if his perfectly reasonable question was the last thing she had expected to hear and she had been left speechless. Then the teacher from Beacon began to squeak in a rapid-fire manner.
"Wait Wait Wait! Hold On For A Second! It's Not Like That!" Glynda flailed about, "Jaune Arc Hasn't Touched Your Daughter!"
The two parents filed away the name of Jaune Arc while Basara asked, "If he hasn't touched her how are we grandparents?"
"That's the complicated part that we need to talk about in person! Everything will-" Glynda tried only to be interrupted by a voice calling from offscreen:
"Glynda! I told you to look up Basara's filmography before calling them!" The male voice admonished.
"HOW DOES THAT HELP!?!?" Glynda yelled back in frantic exasperation.
Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy stepped into frame and looked at the Altans with an apologetic look. "The complicated part of all of this is like the premise of The Argus Experiment, but in real life and in reverse."
Logos and Basara looked at each other again with surprise on their faces this time. They remembered The Argus Experiment well, they had first met during its' filming after all. It involved a woman (played by Basara) getting hurled forward in time as a result of exotic dust tests and having to stop a second larger exotic dust test. In real life and in reverse could only mean...
"You're saying our grandchild is a time traveler," Logos summarized in thoughtful voice.
"She is," Ozpin confirmed, "And we need your help untangling the paradox she's gotten herself into."
"I see," Basara nodded, "We'll be there as soon as possible." She then looked away from Ozpin and back towards the flustered Glynda and asked, "Why didn't you lead with that?"
Glynda took off her glasses and messaged her temples. "Now I know why Dorothy thought I needed a drink," She grumbled.
It is said that the city was built around an artifact left behind by ancient gods known as The Stone Table. According to legends this Stone Table governed the births, lives and deaths of mortal souls, both human and faunus alike. The legends go on to say that because of the Table's power a Witch with mastery over ice and snow conquered the city in her quest to live forever. It is said that the Ice Witch would sacrifice young men and women upon the Stone Table in a ritual that added their lifespans to her own. For a hundred years her tyranny covered the city in winter, but it all came to an end through the sacrifice of the Table Breaker.
According to the faithful the Table Breaker was born with the spark of the divine within him. This divine spark gave him otherworldly knowledge and the power to work miracles no semblance could hope to replicate. He healed the sick, gave comfort to the weary, and taught truths that confounded the wise. He gathered a following of disciples who did their best to record all his teachings, and this following caught the attention of the Witch's secret police.
The Table Breaker's followers expected him to confront the Ice Witch in an epic duel of cosmic powers, and they were all shocked when he willingly gave himself up and allowed the Witch to sacrifice him upon the Stone Table. For three days and three nights his body lay upon the Table, and the Witch mocked those who morned him. Then on the dawn of the fourth day the ground shook, the earth cracked, and the Stone Table broke in two as the Table Breaker's spirit returned to its' body and lived again.
Breaking the Table killed the Ice Witch as she had tethered her life-force to the "unbreakable" artifact, and her power went off to inhabit another young girl. As for the Table Breaker? The sacred texts claim his time in death had allowed his divine spark to come to the surface, and he had returned as a being that could only be called a god. He remained within the Holy City of Aelia Paravel for a year doing good and teaching doctrine before he departed for a place beyond the world, where he would build a paradise of growth so that all those who believed on his name could escape the dooms engraved in the Stone Table.
Believers spread the good news of the Table Breaker far and wide, and Aelia Paravel became a site of pilgrimage for those who believed. This kept the city relevant over the millennia through the rise and fall of empires. Aelia Paravel was conquered, freed, conquered, conquered, conquered, freed again, conquered again and again so many times over the centuries that any other city would have faded into obscurity and disappeared, but thanks to the wealth brought in by faithful pilgrims the city was always able to rebuild. Even as the faith began to loose popularity in the continent of Anima it had enough adherents in other far flung lands to keep Aelia Paravel relevant in the world.
In the modern era the city is is still the beating heart of the faith in spite of the central government of Mistral's best efforts, so many of the faithful have dreams of living there. Among those living that dream are the Altan family; a clan with a membership so sprawling and massive and intertwined with the city that whenever one of them starts dating they have to check with their local genealogist just to be certain their paramour isn't a lost cousin less than four times removed.
In a modest mansion overlooking the old city lives a relatively small branch of the Altan family. Heading this branch is Logos Altan, retired stuntman and hobbyist mechanic. At his side stands his wife Basara Altan, retired actress and hobbyist artist. Together they have brought eight children into the world, seven sons and a daughter they named Arslan.
This day started off like many other Saturdays for the family; with Logos getting out of bed first and cooking a hearty breakfast for everyone currently home. Then after the meal was spread across the dinning room table Logos would lead his family in prayer, imploring the Divine to keep a watchful eye on those members of the household who were now grown and making their own way in the world.
Once the meal was finished and the dishes and kitchen cleaned Logos and Basara retreated to the garage. There Logos worked on restoring this or that old vehicle while Basara painted murals on the sides of the vehicles he had finished in the neighboring bay. This kept them occupied until lunchtime when they returned to the kitchen and fixed themselves a humble meal of simple sandwiches.
After lunch the two of them spent the early afternoon strolling arm in arm through a local park, taking in the beauty the gardeners had labored so hard to bring forth. While at the park they ran into handful of fans who recognized Basara from her acting days which lead to an impromptu autograph signing that took up a surprising chunk of time. All in all it was a full afternoon.
As the two of them returned home Logos looked to his wife and asked in his deep baritone voice, "Should I cook something, or do you want to cook something, or should we order something?"
"Hmmm...." Basara contemplated the question for a moment, "It would take too long to thaw out the mutton we have in the freezer, and you grilled yesterday. I say we order something."
Logos solemnly nodded and pulled a wheel of chance from behind a cabinet, seven high end restaurants with a ten minute delivery time to their home decorating its' face. He placed it upon the table in a purposeful manner before stepping aside so his wife could spin it. She ceremoniously stretched forth her hand, but then her scroll ringed.
Frowning at the unexpected call Basara pulled her scroll from her pocket and redirected the call to a screen on the dinning room wall. They were treated to an unexpected sight: Glynda Goodwitch, the deputy headmistress of Beacon Academy, who looked frazzled and near the end of her rope.
"Have I reached Logos and Basara Altan? Parents of Arslan Altan?" Glynda sounded desperate, "The Arslan Altan who's fought Pyrrha Nikos in the finals of multiple tournaments?"
"How many of my distant cousins did you accidentally call while trying to reach us?" Logos asked dryly.
"None, I got your number from your daughter," Glynda clarified, "And she needs the two of you to come to Beacon as soon as possible, a complicated situation has arisen and she could use your support."
"What happened?" Basara asked with a layer of concern blanketing her words.
Glynda took a deep and resigned breath, "Congratulations, you're grandparents."
Logos and Basara looked to one another with raised eyebrows, then they looked back to Glynda.
"Has our daughter eloped?" A layer of confusion was evident in Basara's speech.
"The situation is complicated, but no she hasn't," Glynda ran a hand through her hair, "It will be easier to explain things in person with the other parents."
"Has the man been arrested?" Logos asked in a deadly serious tone.
"Beg pardon?" A strand of hair popped out of Glynda's bun.
"Our daughter would never willingly have a child out of wedlock," Logos explained in a dangerously even voice, "So there is only one way for us to have become grandparents. I ask again, has the man been arrested?"
For a moment Glynda gaped at them, as if his perfectly reasonable question was the last thing she had expected to hear and she had been left speechless. Then the teacher from Beacon began to squeak in a rapid-fire manner.
"Wait Wait Wait! Hold On For A Second! It's Not Like That!" Glynda flailed about, "Jaune Arc Hasn't Touched Your Daughter!"
The two parents filed away the name of Jaune Arc while Basara asked, "If he hasn't touched her how are we grandparents?"
"That's the complicated part that we need to talk about in person! Everything will-" Glynda tried only to be interrupted by a voice calling from offscreen:
"Glynda! I told you to look up Basara's filmography before calling them!" The male voice admonished.
"HOW DOES THAT HELP!?!?" Glynda yelled back in frantic exasperation.
Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy stepped into frame and looked at the Altans with an apologetic look. "The complicated part of all of this is like the premise of The Argus Experiment, but in real life and in reverse."
Logos and Basara looked at each other again with surprise on their faces this time. They remembered The Argus Experiment well, they had first met during its' filming after all. It involved a woman (played by Basara) getting hurled forward in time as a result of exotic dust tests and having to stop a second larger exotic dust test. In real life and in reverse could only mean...
"You're saying our grandchild is a time traveler," Logos summarized in thoughtful voice.
"She is," Ozpin confirmed, "And we need your help untangling the paradox she's gotten herself into."
"I see," Basara nodded, "We'll be there as soon as possible." She then looked away from Ozpin and back towards the flustered Glynda and asked, "Why didn't you lead with that?"
Glynda took off her glasses and messaged her temples. "Now I know why Dorothy thought I needed a drink," She grumbled.
KingsAnvil
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Thank you for the update
GrimmKenway8646
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I'll never get tired of Ozpin referencing different media Glynda has no idea of. Hahaahahahahaaahhahaaaaa
ThunderBasilisk
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Love that you have seamlessly blended Narnia into this. Also sounds like the witch was a Winter Maiden who went rogue.
AndrewJTalon
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Nah, she was totally Satan. Or at least this world's version of it.
SoleksTheWolf
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Please, for the love of all the gods, real and imagined, GIVE ME MOAR!
Cinder At The Safe-house
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It was a bit of a minor miracle they'd managed to escape. Salem though had given Cinder maps of the ancient castle's secrets. How Salem had gotten them was not a question Cinder had asked, though she had some guesses.
They'd managed to get down to the grotto, clambered into the boat with Mercury, and set out into the river back towards Vale's underground water works tunnels. The whole time, Cinder had been silent. As had her companions, thankfully.
Mercury had looked concerned. Well, more concerned that she might lash out and barbecue him. Something that in the past seemed like it would be appealing if only to stop his yammering.
Right now though she didn't have that luxury. Her plan was in shambles, her most loyal minion had betrayed her, and...
A mother... I'm a mother to... I could be...
Her children stared at her in pain and fear, as flames consumed their faces...
She clenched her fists as the waves gently lapped against the boat's hull.
No... No, that can't be... I can't...
Power. She wanted power. That was all she had ever wanted. Power to make those who would harm her suffer and die. Power to be feared and obeyed. Power to crush all who would oppose her.
It was still what she wanted. It was all she wanted...
"Ah, hey Cinder?"
Cinder looked up and glared at Mercury. The assassin winced.
"What?"
"We're going to a safehouse Emerald doesn't know about," Mercury said, "Uh... Neo's got some news?"
Neo held up a Scroll and tapped out a message.
"I put a hackchip on Arc's Scroll. You'll be able to access his data and anyone else's."
"Why didn't you get Emerald's scroll?" Cinder demanded with her eyes narrowed. Neo rolled her eyes as she continued to type.
"Hey, I'm good but not that good. Besides, this is more subtle!"
Neo made a face.
"I hate being subtle but hey, sometimes you gotta do that."
She smirked at Cinder.
"So do you need a mistress for your future husband? I'm game if you are."
Cinder shot a deadly glare at the smirking little imp. Her fists flared with flames. Neo didn't even flinch.
"I could kill you now," she hissed.
"But you won't. Cause you need me," Neo typed back, wiggling her eyebrows.
Cinder seethed. Her flames burned white hot, making the boat steam. Mercury winced and began to scoot towards the stone dock nearby. Neo remained motionless, her smirk unchanged.
Cinder took a deep breath and released the flames.
"Keep it that way," Cinder spat, as she rose and stalked up onto the stone dock. Mercury gave her plenty of room as she stormed past him. Neo jumped up onto the dock and smirked after her.
Cinder threw open a wooden door and stomped up some stairs. She threw open another door and practically flew through the plainly appointed and decorated safe house. She found a bedroom, threw open the door and stormed inside. She slammed it shut behind her and went to the bed.
She laid down on it and glared up at the ceiling, her rage roiling inside her. It made the Grimm parasite within her grow. Yes, that's what she needed. She needed to turn her conflicted feelings into power. Her rage, her sorrow, her grief...
It all went into her Grimm. It all made her stronger, better. It was what she wanted... it was what she wanted...!
Her children stared at her in pain and fear, as flames consumed their faces...
Her Scroll pinged. She pulled it out and opened it up. It was a message from Neo, with a smirking emoji attached.
"Click here to check up on your boytoy~."
Cinder snarled under her breath. She wanted to fry that irritating little gremlin, burn her to a crisp...!
She took a deep breath. She opened the link.
She began to go through Jaune... Arc's... That idiot's files. Games, pictures, so many pictures of his team and Beacon... It was all so disgustingly wholesome. Pictures of him hanging out with his teammates. Pictures of his large family, sisters and parents hugging him. Pictures of him with his baby nephew... It was impossibly saccharine! Who could live like this?!
How could she have fallen for-?
Cinder tossed the Scroll aside, letting it clatter to the floor. She sat up and bent over, breathing hard. She clutched at the bedspread, fighting with all her might to keep her flames at bay.
No. No, that wasn't her. That wasn't her. She didn't fall for him, she wouldn't fall for him, she chose not to. Her future was her decision! Her choice!
She didn't want love! She didn't want him! She didn't want THEM!
"I don't want it," she seethed, "I-I don't need love... I don't want it... I can't have it... I-I choose not to have it! I choose power!"
She glared at the mirror, her lips twitching violently. Her eyes shone with tears.
"I want... You want power," she hissed at the mirror. "You want it! You've always wanted it!"
Her children stared at her in pain and fear, as flames consumed their faces...
She got up and stormed to the mirror, slamming her hands down on the dresser. Her hot hands left deep burning imprints on the wood as she glared into her eyes.
"You don't want him. That other you... She was weak. She failed. She-She can't be happy! She can't have what she wants! You can't have it! YOU WON'T HAVE IT!"
Her children stared at her in pain and fear, as flames consumed their faces...
She bit back a sob.
"YOU WON'T GET IT!" She screamed, blasting the dresser with flames. It collapsed to the floor, the fire consuming it as the mirror shattered. She stared down into the spiderweb, panting hard.
She shut her eyes and willed the flames to die away. She turned and fell onto the bed, face first.
"I... I can't have it," she muttered into the fabric, "Even if I wanted it..."
She clutched at her bedsheets.
"Even if I..."
For the first time since her shitty rotten excuse for a childhood, Cinder Fall cried.
- - -
It was a bit of a minor miracle they'd managed to escape. Salem though had given Cinder maps of the ancient castle's secrets. How Salem had gotten them was not a question Cinder had asked, though she had some guesses.
They'd managed to get down to the grotto, clambered into the boat with Mercury, and set out into the river back towards Vale's underground water works tunnels. The whole time, Cinder had been silent. As had her companions, thankfully.
Mercury had looked concerned. Well, more concerned that she might lash out and barbecue him. Something that in the past seemed like it would be appealing if only to stop his yammering.
Right now though she didn't have that luxury. Her plan was in shambles, her most loyal minion had betrayed her, and...
A mother... I'm a mother to... I could be...
Her children stared at her in pain and fear, as flames consumed their faces...
She clenched her fists as the waves gently lapped against the boat's hull.
No... No, that can't be... I can't...
Power. She wanted power. That was all she had ever wanted. Power to make those who would harm her suffer and die. Power to be feared and obeyed. Power to crush all who would oppose her.
It was still what she wanted. It was all she wanted...
"Ah, hey Cinder?"
Cinder looked up and glared at Mercury. The assassin winced.
"What?"
"We're going to a safehouse Emerald doesn't know about," Mercury said, "Uh... Neo's got some news?"
Neo held up a Scroll and tapped out a message.
"I put a hackchip on Arc's Scroll. You'll be able to access his data and anyone else's."
"Why didn't you get Emerald's scroll?" Cinder demanded with her eyes narrowed. Neo rolled her eyes as she continued to type.
"Hey, I'm good but not that good. Besides, this is more subtle!"
Neo made a face.
"I hate being subtle but hey, sometimes you gotta do that."
She smirked at Cinder.
"So do you need a mistress for your future husband? I'm game if you are."
Cinder shot a deadly glare at the smirking little imp. Her fists flared with flames. Neo didn't even flinch.
"I could kill you now," she hissed.
"But you won't. Cause you need me," Neo typed back, wiggling her eyebrows.
Cinder seethed. Her flames burned white hot, making the boat steam. Mercury winced and began to scoot towards the stone dock nearby. Neo remained motionless, her smirk unchanged.
Cinder took a deep breath and released the flames.
"Keep it that way," Cinder spat, as she rose and stalked up onto the stone dock. Mercury gave her plenty of room as she stormed past him. Neo jumped up onto the dock and smirked after her.
Cinder threw open a wooden door and stomped up some stairs. She threw open another door and practically flew through the plainly appointed and decorated safe house. She found a bedroom, threw open the door and stormed inside. She slammed it shut behind her and went to the bed.
She laid down on it and glared up at the ceiling, her rage roiling inside her. It made the Grimm parasite within her grow. Yes, that's what she needed. She needed to turn her conflicted feelings into power. Her rage, her sorrow, her grief...
It all went into her Grimm. It all made her stronger, better. It was what she wanted... it was what she wanted...!
Her children stared at her in pain and fear, as flames consumed their faces...
Her Scroll pinged. She pulled it out and opened it up. It was a message from Neo, with a smirking emoji attached.
"Click here to check up on your boytoy~."
Cinder snarled under her breath. She wanted to fry that irritating little gremlin, burn her to a crisp...!
She took a deep breath. She opened the link.
She began to go through Jaune... Arc's... That idiot's files. Games, pictures, so many pictures of his team and Beacon... It was all so disgustingly wholesome. Pictures of him hanging out with his teammates. Pictures of his large family, sisters and parents hugging him. Pictures of him with his baby nephew... It was impossibly saccharine! Who could live like this?!
How could she have fallen for-?
Cinder tossed the Scroll aside, letting it clatter to the floor. She sat up and bent over, breathing hard. She clutched at the bedspread, fighting with all her might to keep her flames at bay.
No. No, that wasn't her. That wasn't her. She didn't fall for him, she wouldn't fall for him, she chose not to. Her future was her decision! Her choice!
She didn't want love! She didn't want him! She didn't want THEM!
"I don't want it," she seethed, "I-I don't need love... I don't want it... I can't have it... I-I choose not to have it! I choose power!"
She glared at the mirror, her lips twitching violently. Her eyes shone with tears.
"I want... You want power," she hissed at the mirror. "You want it! You've always wanted it!"
Her children stared at her in pain and fear, as flames consumed their faces...
She got up and stormed to the mirror, slamming her hands down on the dresser. Her hot hands left deep burning imprints on the wood as she glared into her eyes.
"You don't want him. That other you... She was weak. She failed. She-She can't be happy! She can't have what she wants! You can't have it! YOU WON'T HAVE IT!"
Her children stared at her in pain and fear, as flames consumed their faces...
She bit back a sob.
"YOU WON'T GET IT!" She screamed, blasting the dresser with flames. It collapsed to the floor, the fire consuming it as the mirror shattered. She stared down into the spiderweb, panting hard.
She shut her eyes and willed the flames to die away. She turned and fell onto the bed, face first.
"I... I can't have it," she muttered into the fabric, "Even if I wanted it..."
She clutched at her bedsheets.
"Even if I..."
For the first time since her shitty rotten excuse for a childhood, Cinder Fall cried.
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ThunderBasilisk
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Jaune needs to work on this lady stat. With much pampering and such.
Phoenix Invictus
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Parasite extraction first, cuddles after.
Sun's Team Returns to Campus
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Neptune Vasilias had been out in Vale all day, trying to pick up tourists here for the Vytal Festival. While he'd had some bites, most of the girls he'd talked with had not been interested. The blue-haired young Hunter-in-Training was thus quite depressed as he trudged back into Beacon proper, Sage Ayana and Scarlet David walking behind him.
"Seriously, I have been so damn off my game," Neptune sighed.
"Could it be you feel guilty for dumping Weiss?" Scarlet asked. "Oh wait, I forgot, you don't feel that emotion."
"I do too!" Neptune protested, scowling back over his shoulder as they walked through the hallways of the dormitory, "I-I just don't see any reason to feel guilty here! I thought she just wanted a nice simple fling!"
"Women of her social level can't really afford to have affairs like that out in the open," Sage commented, tapping out a text message on his Scroll, "That, or they want genuine, sincere love from someone they can love back."
"Well I know that now," Neptune protested. His friends sighed in unison. Neptune scowled directly at Sage.
"Besides, who made you the authority on women anyway?!"
"I have an actual girlfriend," Sage stated in his usual, patient monotone. Neptune scoffed.
"Yeah, whom we've never seen before!"
"To be fair," Scarlet smirked, "That would mean actually interacting with you, Neptune. I can see why he's spared her that."
"Oh haha!" Neptune snorted as he turned and they resumed their trek for their dorm, "I'll have you know I'd be a perfect gentleman!"
"You stole Ferrous' girlfriend last semester," Scarlet deadpanned. Neptune flushed.
"W-Well, he had it coming! His fault she was so cute and lonely!"
"He didn't see things that way," Sage observed, still calmly tapping on his Scroll and navigating around the hallway with no issue.
"He should have appreciated her more!" Neptune protested, "And anyway, they're back together again, right?"
"After she managed to stop him from cutting your head off," Scarlet smirked. Neptune coughed.
"Th-That was all part of my plan as a master of love!"
His friends shot him extremely dubious looks. He could tell without looking.
"That's my story and I'm sticking to it!" Neptune stated. "Besides, Scarlet got into that drama with those twin brothers!"
Scarlet huffed and brushed his hair back over his ear.
"That was not my fault. The older one was pretending to be his brother. How was I supposed to know?"
"They have different tattoos on their chests," Neptune growled.
"I didn't know that until they stripped down!" Scarlet sniffed. "What, you think I'm easy or something?"
"Yes!"
"Not as easy as you," Scarlet shot back.
Sage rolled his eyes as Neptune and Scarlet continued to bicker. They passed by some students chattering about many things. Well, mainly one thing. Neptune picked up on this as they went along.
"... new students fighting..."
"... all those girls over Arc..."
"... Even Professor Goodwitch! That's what I heard..."
Neptune's gossip senses tingled, and he frowned.
"Something big go down involving Arc?" He wondered aloud.
"I'm sure it's not that big a deal," Scarlet sighed. "You know how this school is, making a big deal out of everything."
"Teams RWBY and JNPR fought terrorists though," Neptune pointed out.
"Like I said, a big deal out of everything," Scarlet sniffed.
"Come on man, how can you dismiss stuff like this? It's totally bogus!" Neptune retorted.
Scarlet glared at Neptune as Sage took the lead. The green haired young man opened the door to their dorm.
"I'm going to do my best to ignore the fact you just said 'bogus'," Scarlet stated, "And point out that if something big had gone down, surely Sun would have told us by now?"
"He texted us that he had a date," Sage observed.
"Ha! He finally got the kitty cat, huh? Good on him," Neptune said. He frowned as he saw Sage stop short and stare into the dorm. Neptune elbowed him and stepped inside. "What's your deal, Sage? Move, I gotta-!"
Neptune's jaw dropped. Scarlet peered in and his eyes widened.
Sun was eating some leftover burgers with a cute chameleon Faunus girl. A cute chameleon Faunus girl who was tied up, as Sun held the burger up to her mouth as they sat on his bed and watched TV.
"H-Hey guys," Sun managed, "This, uh... This... This is Ilia!"
"H-Hey!" Ilia managed, blushing brightly.
"... Are we interrupting something?" Sage managed in his usual deadpan.
"No! Nooo, not at all!" Sun said with a smile and a blush, "She's uh... She's just more comfortable tied up!"
Ilia nodded rapidly.
"Yup! Very comfortable!"
Neptune blinked.
"... How comfortable?"
Sage and Scarlet looked at each other, communicated silently, and as one, grabbed Neptune by his shoulders and dragged him out.
"H-Hey, wait, hang on, it's a legitimate question damnit!"
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"Seriously, I have been so damn off my game," Neptune sighed.
"Could it be you feel guilty for dumping Weiss?" Scarlet asked. "Oh wait, I forgot, you don't feel that emotion."
"I do too!" Neptune protested, scowling back over his shoulder as they walked through the hallways of the dormitory, "I-I just don't see any reason to feel guilty here! I thought she just wanted a nice simple fling!"
"Women of her social level can't really afford to have affairs like that out in the open," Sage commented, tapping out a text message on his Scroll, "That, or they want genuine, sincere love from someone they can love back."
"Well I know that now," Neptune protested. His friends sighed in unison. Neptune scowled directly at Sage.
"Besides, who made you the authority on women anyway?!"
"I have an actual girlfriend," Sage stated in his usual, patient monotone. Neptune scoffed.
"Yeah, whom we've never seen before!"
"To be fair," Scarlet smirked, "That would mean actually interacting with you, Neptune. I can see why he's spared her that."
"Oh haha!" Neptune snorted as he turned and they resumed their trek for their dorm, "I'll have you know I'd be a perfect gentleman!"
"You stole Ferrous' girlfriend last semester," Scarlet deadpanned. Neptune flushed.
"W-Well, he had it coming! His fault she was so cute and lonely!"
"He didn't see things that way," Sage observed, still calmly tapping on his Scroll and navigating around the hallway with no issue.
"He should have appreciated her more!" Neptune protested, "And anyway, they're back together again, right?"
"After she managed to stop him from cutting your head off," Scarlet smirked. Neptune coughed.
"Th-That was all part of my plan as a master of love!"
His friends shot him extremely dubious looks. He could tell without looking.
"That's my story and I'm sticking to it!" Neptune stated. "Besides, Scarlet got into that drama with those twin brothers!"
Scarlet huffed and brushed his hair back over his ear.
"That was not my fault. The older one was pretending to be his brother. How was I supposed to know?"
"They have different tattoos on their chests," Neptune growled.
"I didn't know that until they stripped down!" Scarlet sniffed. "What, you think I'm easy or something?"
"Yes!"
"Not as easy as you," Scarlet shot back.
Sage rolled his eyes as Neptune and Scarlet continued to bicker. They passed by some students chattering about many things. Well, mainly one thing. Neptune picked up on this as they went along.
"... new students fighting..."
"... all those girls over Arc..."
"... Even Professor Goodwitch! That's what I heard..."
Neptune's gossip senses tingled, and he frowned.
"Something big go down involving Arc?" He wondered aloud.
"I'm sure it's not that big a deal," Scarlet sighed. "You know how this school is, making a big deal out of everything."
"Teams RWBY and JNPR fought terrorists though," Neptune pointed out.
"Like I said, a big deal out of everything," Scarlet sniffed.
"Come on man, how can you dismiss stuff like this? It's totally bogus!" Neptune retorted.
Scarlet glared at Neptune as Sage took the lead. The green haired young man opened the door to their dorm.
"I'm going to do my best to ignore the fact you just said 'bogus'," Scarlet stated, "And point out that if something big had gone down, surely Sun would have told us by now?"
"He texted us that he had a date," Sage observed.
"Ha! He finally got the kitty cat, huh? Good on him," Neptune said. He frowned as he saw Sage stop short and stare into the dorm. Neptune elbowed him and stepped inside. "What's your deal, Sage? Move, I gotta-!"
Neptune's jaw dropped. Scarlet peered in and his eyes widened.
Sun was eating some leftover burgers with a cute chameleon Faunus girl. A cute chameleon Faunus girl who was tied up, as Sun held the burger up to her mouth as they sat on his bed and watched TV.
"H-Hey guys," Sun managed, "This, uh... This... This is Ilia!"
"H-Hey!" Ilia managed, blushing brightly.
"... Are we interrupting something?" Sage managed in his usual deadpan.
"No! Nooo, not at all!" Sun said with a smile and a blush, "She's uh... She's just more comfortable tied up!"
Ilia nodded rapidly.
"Yup! Very comfortable!"
Neptune blinked.
"... How comfortable?"
Sage and Scarlet looked at each other, communicated silently, and as one, grabbed Neptune by his shoulders and dragged him out.
"H-Hey, wait, hang on, it's a legitimate question damnit!"
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ThunderBasilisk
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Ok ill be honest. How the fuck is Neptune still alive? Between various pissed off guys and being scared of water in anything bigger than a bucket he shouda croaked by now.
Stormfury
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He's the comic relief
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NTR truly is a trash fetish.
AndrewJTalon
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Luck. Protects fools, lost children, and ships called Enterprise.
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I kind of want to see Neptune hit on Elm, and get way more than he bargained for......
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mgl1206
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Ha! Wait till he learns about Jaune! Honestly? Never liked him all that much. Sun was more meh but I still have reservations about him regarding his.. *eagerness* to follow Blake. (Three separate times)
Jaune's Day Comes to an End.
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Things were surprisingly calm in the aftermath of Cinder's departure. Sure Winter had lead a quick yet efficient search of the school's grounds to confirm that Cinder had indeed left, but other than that not much exciting had happened before dinnertime rolled around. They decided as a group to eat in the infirmary in part to keep an eye on the slumbering Moses, and in part to avoid the rumor mill for just a little bit longer.
The dinner itself had been a somewhat tense affair at the start, but as the meal wore on things relaxed and the air was filled with more pleasant conversation that carried on long after the meal was finished. Jaune looked over his children and their present mothers and took it all in. Seeing everyone more or less getting along in spite of the big fight that started the day did a lot to put him at ease. Jaune closed his eyes and for a moment he let the murmur of the mixing conversations wash over him, picturing himself in the dinning room of a home he had imagined building one day. With his mind's eye he took in his dream home and did his best to place each of his possible wives within it, trying to see how it would change under each woman's feminine touch.
He could picture Ruby cleaning her beloved Crescent Rose right there at the dinner table, popping out of her chair as the timer buzzed signifying it was time to take the snickerdoodles out of the oven. The vision shifted and he could see Yang corralling a small heard of blonde kids into their seats. Another shift saw Pyrrha tutoring a pair of redheads with homework strewn about the table. Shifting again put Weiss at a piano in the far corner of the room, helping a platinum blond girl find perfect pitch. A shift, and a young cat faunus snuck up on Blake in an effort to ambush their mother, only for Blake to use her semblance and reverse the ambush at the last moment to the shrieking delight of the child.
It was a bit harder to envision the women he was less familiar with in that dream home, but as Jaune squinted his metaphorical eye he could see it. He could see Arslan with him at the head of the table, reading a story from The Good Book to a set of attentive children. He could picture May comforting a child who had scraped their knee. Winter congratulating a boy for a job well done. Glynda organizing a group of children for the post meal cleanup. Emerald cradling an infant in her arms.
Jaune was pulled from this reverie as he tried to envision Cinder in his dream home by a slight hiss of pain not far from his right. He opened his eyes and looked to see Xia rubbing at a bruise on her wrist.
"You got me good Petra," Xia admitted, "I'm kind of surprised you don't normally fight with hook swords."
"Well I can't exactly use my Chain Sickle when sparing against Aunt Pyrrha, so I decided to broaden my weaponry repertoire for those spars," Petra explained. "Those wooden hook swords are the alternatives that felt the most natural to me, so I always used them for my fights with Pyrrha."
"You must spar with her a lot if you're that good with a substitute weapon," Xia observed as she poked at another bruise on her tummy.
"Pyrrha's one of the few people who can keep up with my Mother and Father, so I spar with her every chance I get," Petra explained as she prodded a bruise on her neck. "Who taught you how to do the suplex you used on me? I'm going to be feeling this for weeks."
The protection granted by Aura could be a funny thing at times; it could keep you from getting crushed by a ton of bricks all day everyday so long as you had it active, yet it didn't always keep you from getting bruised. If you did get bruises it usually meant the natural healing provided by your Aura was dealing with more important injuries so there wasn't enough left over to deal with the bruise. In those cases there was nothing to do besides treating the bruise gently and waiting for things to heal naturally.
Jaune frowned. There was nothing to do...
...There was something he could do. Jaune shook his head ruefully as he got out of his seat and walked up to his daughters. He placed his hands on their shoulders and flexed his newfound semblance, pushing some of his aura into their aura reserves. Both Xia and Petra stopped talking as their father's soul embraced theirs. Within moments the bruises were gone as if they were never there in the first place.
"Thanks Dad," Xia beamed.
"Thank you Father," Petra smiled.
"You're welcome," Jaune smiled back. From the familiar happiness on their faces this was obviously something he normally did. Would do. Could do. Should do. He patted his daughter's shoulders and moved on to help everyone else with their bruises and sprains.
He quietly moved through the throng topping off people's aura reserves as he went, starting with his children figuring they wouldn't need an explanation for what he was doing. As he went about his work he overheard a number of peculiar conversations.
"...So that's why I think no-bake oatmeal cookies are better than oatmeal raisin cookies," August shrugged.
Julian squinted at his paradox half sibling, "Blasphemer. How can you call it a cookie if you don't cook it?"
"...Pure gold doesn't go with your complexion," Amethyst advised Dorothy, "Silver or copper colored jewelry would be a much better bet."
"...I don't care how good your reflexes are," Nicholas objected to Theodore, "Blocking a guy who gets too close with a shield would be a lot safer than blocking with martial arts. Get a shield man."
"...You guys the only set of twins in your timeline?" Ash asked Leandra.
"Not even close," the catgirl grinned.
It didn't take long before he had topped off all of his children, and he turned his attention to his potential wives. Their conversations were just as varied.
"...Wait wait wait, you mean you're a legit nun?" Yang asked with confusion in her voice.
"I am," Arslan answered, "Why is this a surprise to you?"
"Well, you have a daughter over there," Yang waved in Petra's direction, "Are you going to quit?"
Arslan heaved the heavy sigh of someone who's had to explain something far too often for their liking. "Followers of the Broken Table don't practice celibacy, we practice chastity."
"There's a difference?" Yang tilted her head.
"Yes, there is," Arslan affirmed, "Chastity is the idea that carnal relations should only happen within the bounds of a divinely sanctioned marriage, and is built upon the commandment to not commit adultery. Celibacy is the idea that carnal relations shouldn't happen ever under any circumstances; it is a heresy practiced by monasteries of the Ash Bride. People who don't like the Church will frequently conflate our monastic traditions with theirs in the hopes that the confusion will make learning the teachings of the Table Breaker less appealing."
Blake butted in at that point, "So you're saying I can be a real sexy nun, wear a real sexy nun outfit, and still have sex?"
Arslan pinched the bridge of her nose, "The answer to that question is yes, but the way you asked it makes me want to say no."
"...Neither of us are princesses, but we both grew up in high society," Weiss gestured to Winter as she talked with May, "Both of us would be more than happy to coach you on proper etiquette before you find yourself in a situation where you'd need to use that etiquette."
"Right, right," May answered in a haunted tone, "Um... when movies show fancy dinner parties they always make jokes about the absurd amount of silverware... and how you can offend someone by grabbing the wrong fork or spoon... that's not real, is it?"
"It's real," Winter spoke this time, "Unfortunately. But a sniper of your caliber has the brains necessary to learn these things quickly. You'll be fine."
"...So if I'm dead in Julian's future," Pyrrha whispered to Ruby, "How did he know how to make an add on for Crescent Rose that would make it invisible to Polarity?"
"Apparently some tech-whizz bad guy is going to invent a magnetic sensor system for an army of evil robots," Ruby whispered back, "He showed me photos of the robots: It's going to be so cool fighting them together!"
It took him a little bit longer to slip into and out of those conversations as he sought to top off their aura reserves, he needed to explain what he was doing after all, but he did it. He felt a bit stretched out afterwords, yet knowing none of his present future family would be dealign with any aches or pains tomorrow made that stretched out feeling worth it.
Just before he could settle down again to let the rolling sounds of the disparate conversations wash over him again the doors to the infirmary were dramatically flung open by an invisible force, and Glynda Goodwitch strode in.
His combat instructor (and potential future wife) looked far less put together than she normally did; her cape was askew, her hair was popping out of her bun, and her stride was off tempo. In spite of this she looked over the crowd and announced with dignity:
"It. Is. Finished."
"Uhhh... what's finished?" Ruby asked for everyone.
"I've contacted everyone's parents," Glynda explained, "All of them should be arriving sometime tomorrow to help sort all of this out."
A new wave a murmuring washed over the room; some of it excited, most of it nervous. Yet before this din could grow much louder Ashley's voice cut through all of it as she heckled: "I bet you missed someone!"
Glynda blinked owlishly in response to that, and the sight of that was so unusual it ground all of the murmuring to a halt. The deputy headmistress then pointed into the crowd and to everyone's surprise started a headcount.
"I called Isabel Arc," Glynda pointed to Jaune, who nodded in resined acceptance. "I called Taiyang," Glynda pointed to Ruby and Yang, with Ruby squeaking while Yang blanched. "I called Willow," she pointed to Weiss and Winter, who shared a surprised look with each other. "I called Athena," she pointed to Pyrrha, who put on a strained smile. "I called Kali and Ghira," she pointed to Blake, who suddenly looked like she wanted to hide behind something. "I called Logos and Basara," she pointed to Arslan, who nodded in acceptance like Jaune albeit slightly less resined. "Everyone else is listed as an orphan so yes I contacted everyone."
"May here isn't actually an orphan," Leandra supplied with a grin in her voice, "She was kidnapped as a baby and presumed dead, so everyone just thought she was an orphan!"
Glynda looked at May Zedong like a cow looks at an oncoming train, "Who are your parents?"
May sputtered from being put on the spot like that, so Jaune stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder before answering in her stead, "Her parents are the other half of my parents' Beacon team; Arjun and Saia."
Glynda took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes with her free hand, "Of course they are. I'll be back after I've called them-"
"WAIT! Don't Call Them Yet!" May shouted to her own surprise. Glynda looked back at her with a raised eyebrow, and May found it within herself to keep going, "I only found out about them a few hours ago. I'd kind of like some more time to adjust to the idea before I have to meet them. Would, would that be alright?"
Glynda stared at the young sniper, who fidgeted a bit under the deputy headmistress' gaze. Glynda then closed her eyes and sighed, "I'll call them tomorrow."
"Thank you," May sagged a bit as tension left her body. Jaune smiled at May before turning to Glynda and frowning at the frazzled state she was in.
"Ms. Goodwitch? Are you okay?" Jaune asked as he approached his teacher.
"I'm fine," Glynda replied in a tone that wasn't a perfect facsimile of fine, "Today's just been one of those days."
"Yeah, it's been one of those days all around," Jaune agreed. "You looked kind of drained, let me help." He put his hand on her shoulder and flexed his semblance.
"Mr. Arc, what are you-?" Glynda started before the rush of Jaune's aura flowed into her body, rejuvenating her and pushing away the stress of the day.
"My semblance lets me share my aura with other people," Jaune explained. "I'm still figuring out how it works, but I've used it enough over the last hour to know how to top off someone else's reserves and... ...oh," Jaune suddenly felt light headed, and the stretched out feeling stretched beyond a point it probably shouldn't, "...I guess... I was... closer to empty... than I... thought..."
Jaune's eyes closed as he fell forward face first into Glynda's bosom.
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Silence hung in the air as everyone stared. Soft snoring escaped Jaune's lips as he slept half-standing with the support of Glynda, who's face blushed a deep crimson as the sleeping young man nuzzled closer to the soft things he had landed against.
Winter slowly approached the two of them and gently pulled Jaune away from the frozen Professor. Jaune remained asleep, even as Winter moved him into a chair. She let a nurse give him a quick one over: simple aura exhaustion, he'd sleep it off.
"It's a bit early to turn in for the night," Winter observed after the nurse's prognosis, "But it isn't too early to do so at any rate. I'll take him to my quarters so he can rest up."
"YOUR Quarters!" Glynda sputtered. "Why would you take him to your quarters?"
"Cinder Fall has a proven capability to sneak onto and out of school grounds undetected," Winter explained as she pulled out her scroll and started typing orders into it. "As long as she's free the two central figures of this temporal paradox are at risk. I'll organize a security detail to make this location as safe as possible for Moses, and I'll take Jaune to the most secure location I know on campus; my quarters." Winter looked up from her scroll and came to the sudden realization that she was surrounded.
"Why are your quarters the safest place on campus?" Pyrrha asked with a frighteningly polite smile.
"I know every possible avenue of approach," Winter tried to justify her idea, "And Theodore will be with us, meaning we can rapidly relocate Jaune if Cinder shows up. We can stand guard over him as he recovers."
"If it's a question of keeping Jaune protected he should be with Team RWBY," Yang cracked her knuckles. "Us plus our kids equals nine huntresses and huntsmen to keep watch. Can't get much safer than that."
"The security systems we brought from Atlas more than make up the numbers difference," Winter looked to her sister for support. "You've seen what I've done to my room, tell them."
"That would leave you alone with him," Weiss narrowed her eyes at her sister.
"Theodore would be with us!" Winter pointed out as she began to comprehend the real objection.
"Theodore could step out," Weiss' eyes narrowed further.
"And it's better with all of you?" Emerald glared at the girls of RWBY as she stepped up besides Pyrrha, "Team JNPR's dorm is right across the hall from yours; you don't need to have him in your room to help keep him safe. Unless you have some kind of team plan involving him."
The girls of Team RWBY made scandalized noises at that accusation. But before they could fire back Arslan stepped forward with her hands outstretched in a placating manner.
"Hold on a moment," Arslan began in a beseeching manner, "If trust is a primary concern here then I should watch over him. My vows as a Warrior-Nun of the Broken Table forbid any promiscuous behavior outside of marriage, and with Reese here," Reese waved, "To keep me honest you can be certain nothing with happen tonight."
Blake fixed Arslan with a wild eyed expression, "You'll just sneak off with him to a drive through chapel and elope!"
Arslan's eyes became unfocused as shock overtook her features, "Drive through chapels are a thing in Vale? That's an option?" Most of the women present eyed Arslan with suspicion. Blake's teammates eyed her with the same suspicion.
"Alright that's enough," Glynda blustered, "As deputy headmistress I'll watch over him. My reputation as a rule keeper is ironclad, you can trust me with him."
"That's exactly what somebody about to abuse their power would say!" Emerald accused, and everyone's glare shifted to Glynda in solidarity with that accusation.
"Well he's My best friend-" Ruby started.
"I've loved him since the day we met!" Pyrrha objected over her.
"We know," Team RWBY and Glynda replied as one, before splitting off to accuse each other of trying to weasel out an advantage over the others.
The argument circled about for several minutes like this, with nobody willing to give ground and the volume of their voices slowly getting louder and louder.
Eventually Reese rolled her eyes and pulled out her Hoverboard, switching it into its' gun formation of twin revolvers with bayonets. She fired two shots into the air. Instantly all of Jaune's potential wives had their weapons out and pointed at Reese, except for Arslan who was staring at her teammate in confusion.
"Now that I have your attention let me just say as someone with very little skin in this game that this is pointless," Reese began, "Considering the fact that Ren, Nora and all the kids took Jaune to JNPR's dorm room while you've been arguing."
They all looked to the chair that Jaune had been in when the argument started. He wasn't there.
It wasn't exactly a mad dash. It was a little more organized than that. That being said the group made good time from the infirmary to the dorms.
The door was ajar, and they crowded around to look in. Ren and Nora fixed the lot of them with a glare and Nora held a finger to her lips in the near universal shushing gesture. Jaune was in his bed, the children gathered round.
"Goodnight Dad," Julian whispered.
"Night Dad," Xia also whispered.
"Sleep tight Dad," Leander and Leandra murmured in tandem.
And so it went down the line, each child wishing Jaune a good night's rest in a hushed tone before shuffling out of the room.
The potential future wives looked at one another with embarrassment in their eyes.
"Umm... we... we'll be across the hall if you need us," Ruby whispered to Nora who was still giving everyone the skink eye.
"We'll, we'll sleep somewhere else," Pyrrha whispered as she and Emerald made their way into the room and grabbed their pillows and blankets, not wanting to be under Nora's suspicious glare longer than they had to be, "I think there's an empty room down the hall."
A few more awkward farewells were exchanged, and everyone separated to turn in early for the night.
The dinner itself had been a somewhat tense affair at the start, but as the meal wore on things relaxed and the air was filled with more pleasant conversation that carried on long after the meal was finished. Jaune looked over his children and their present mothers and took it all in. Seeing everyone more or less getting along in spite of the big fight that started the day did a lot to put him at ease. Jaune closed his eyes and for a moment he let the murmur of the mixing conversations wash over him, picturing himself in the dinning room of a home he had imagined building one day. With his mind's eye he took in his dream home and did his best to place each of his possible wives within it, trying to see how it would change under each woman's feminine touch.
He could picture Ruby cleaning her beloved Crescent Rose right there at the dinner table, popping out of her chair as the timer buzzed signifying it was time to take the snickerdoodles out of the oven. The vision shifted and he could see Yang corralling a small heard of blonde kids into their seats. Another shift saw Pyrrha tutoring a pair of redheads with homework strewn about the table. Shifting again put Weiss at a piano in the far corner of the room, helping a platinum blond girl find perfect pitch. A shift, and a young cat faunus snuck up on Blake in an effort to ambush their mother, only for Blake to use her semblance and reverse the ambush at the last moment to the shrieking delight of the child.
It was a bit harder to envision the women he was less familiar with in that dream home, but as Jaune squinted his metaphorical eye he could see it. He could see Arslan with him at the head of the table, reading a story from The Good Book to a set of attentive children. He could picture May comforting a child who had scraped their knee. Winter congratulating a boy for a job well done. Glynda organizing a group of children for the post meal cleanup. Emerald cradling an infant in her arms.
Jaune was pulled from this reverie as he tried to envision Cinder in his dream home by a slight hiss of pain not far from his right. He opened his eyes and looked to see Xia rubbing at a bruise on her wrist.
"You got me good Petra," Xia admitted, "I'm kind of surprised you don't normally fight with hook swords."
"Well I can't exactly use my Chain Sickle when sparing against Aunt Pyrrha, so I decided to broaden my weaponry repertoire for those spars," Petra explained. "Those wooden hook swords are the alternatives that felt the most natural to me, so I always used them for my fights with Pyrrha."
"You must spar with her a lot if you're that good with a substitute weapon," Xia observed as she poked at another bruise on her tummy.
"Pyrrha's one of the few people who can keep up with my Mother and Father, so I spar with her every chance I get," Petra explained as she prodded a bruise on her neck. "Who taught you how to do the suplex you used on me? I'm going to be feeling this for weeks."
The protection granted by Aura could be a funny thing at times; it could keep you from getting crushed by a ton of bricks all day everyday so long as you had it active, yet it didn't always keep you from getting bruised. If you did get bruises it usually meant the natural healing provided by your Aura was dealing with more important injuries so there wasn't enough left over to deal with the bruise. In those cases there was nothing to do besides treating the bruise gently and waiting for things to heal naturally.
Jaune frowned. There was nothing to do...
...There was something he could do. Jaune shook his head ruefully as he got out of his seat and walked up to his daughters. He placed his hands on their shoulders and flexed his newfound semblance, pushing some of his aura into their aura reserves. Both Xia and Petra stopped talking as their father's soul embraced theirs. Within moments the bruises were gone as if they were never there in the first place.
"Thanks Dad," Xia beamed.
"Thank you Father," Petra smiled.
"You're welcome," Jaune smiled back. From the familiar happiness on their faces this was obviously something he normally did. Would do. Could do. Should do. He patted his daughter's shoulders and moved on to help everyone else with their bruises and sprains.
He quietly moved through the throng topping off people's aura reserves as he went, starting with his children figuring they wouldn't need an explanation for what he was doing. As he went about his work he overheard a number of peculiar conversations.
"...So that's why I think no-bake oatmeal cookies are better than oatmeal raisin cookies," August shrugged.
Julian squinted at his paradox half sibling, "Blasphemer. How can you call it a cookie if you don't cook it?"
"...Pure gold doesn't go with your complexion," Amethyst advised Dorothy, "Silver or copper colored jewelry would be a much better bet."
"...I don't care how good your reflexes are," Nicholas objected to Theodore, "Blocking a guy who gets too close with a shield would be a lot safer than blocking with martial arts. Get a shield man."
"...You guys the only set of twins in your timeline?" Ash asked Leandra.
"Not even close," the catgirl grinned.
It didn't take long before he had topped off all of his children, and he turned his attention to his potential wives. Their conversations were just as varied.
"...Wait wait wait, you mean you're a legit nun?" Yang asked with confusion in her voice.
"I am," Arslan answered, "Why is this a surprise to you?"
"Well, you have a daughter over there," Yang waved in Petra's direction, "Are you going to quit?"
Arslan heaved the heavy sigh of someone who's had to explain something far too often for their liking. "Followers of the Broken Table don't practice celibacy, we practice chastity."
"There's a difference?" Yang tilted her head.
"Yes, there is," Arslan affirmed, "Chastity is the idea that carnal relations should only happen within the bounds of a divinely sanctioned marriage, and is built upon the commandment to not commit adultery. Celibacy is the idea that carnal relations shouldn't happen ever under any circumstances; it is a heresy practiced by monasteries of the Ash Bride. People who don't like the Church will frequently conflate our monastic traditions with theirs in the hopes that the confusion will make learning the teachings of the Table Breaker less appealing."
Blake butted in at that point, "So you're saying I can be a real sexy nun, wear a real sexy nun outfit, and still have sex?"
Arslan pinched the bridge of her nose, "The answer to that question is yes, but the way you asked it makes me want to say no."
"...Neither of us are princesses, but we both grew up in high society," Weiss gestured to Winter as she talked with May, "Both of us would be more than happy to coach you on proper etiquette before you find yourself in a situation where you'd need to use that etiquette."
"Right, right," May answered in a haunted tone, "Um... when movies show fancy dinner parties they always make jokes about the absurd amount of silverware... and how you can offend someone by grabbing the wrong fork or spoon... that's not real, is it?"
"It's real," Winter spoke this time, "Unfortunately. But a sniper of your caliber has the brains necessary to learn these things quickly. You'll be fine."
"...So if I'm dead in Julian's future," Pyrrha whispered to Ruby, "How did he know how to make an add on for Crescent Rose that would make it invisible to Polarity?"
"Apparently some tech-whizz bad guy is going to invent a magnetic sensor system for an army of evil robots," Ruby whispered back, "He showed me photos of the robots: It's going to be so cool fighting them together!"
It took him a little bit longer to slip into and out of those conversations as he sought to top off their aura reserves, he needed to explain what he was doing after all, but he did it. He felt a bit stretched out afterwords, yet knowing none of his present future family would be dealign with any aches or pains tomorrow made that stretched out feeling worth it.
Just before he could settle down again to let the rolling sounds of the disparate conversations wash over him again the doors to the infirmary were dramatically flung open by an invisible force, and Glynda Goodwitch strode in.
His combat instructor (and potential future wife) looked far less put together than she normally did; her cape was askew, her hair was popping out of her bun, and her stride was off tempo. In spite of this she looked over the crowd and announced with dignity:
"It. Is. Finished."
"Uhhh... what's finished?" Ruby asked for everyone.
"I've contacted everyone's parents," Glynda explained, "All of them should be arriving sometime tomorrow to help sort all of this out."
A new wave a murmuring washed over the room; some of it excited, most of it nervous. Yet before this din could grow much louder Ashley's voice cut through all of it as she heckled: "I bet you missed someone!"
Glynda blinked owlishly in response to that, and the sight of that was so unusual it ground all of the murmuring to a halt. The deputy headmistress then pointed into the crowd and to everyone's surprise started a headcount.
"I called Isabel Arc," Glynda pointed to Jaune, who nodded in resined acceptance. "I called Taiyang," Glynda pointed to Ruby and Yang, with Ruby squeaking while Yang blanched. "I called Willow," she pointed to Weiss and Winter, who shared a surprised look with each other. "I called Athena," she pointed to Pyrrha, who put on a strained smile. "I called Kali and Ghira," she pointed to Blake, who suddenly looked like she wanted to hide behind something. "I called Logos and Basara," she pointed to Arslan, who nodded in acceptance like Jaune albeit slightly less resined. "Everyone else is listed as an orphan so yes I contacted everyone."
"May here isn't actually an orphan," Leandra supplied with a grin in her voice, "She was kidnapped as a baby and presumed dead, so everyone just thought she was an orphan!"
Glynda looked at May Zedong like a cow looks at an oncoming train, "Who are your parents?"
May sputtered from being put on the spot like that, so Jaune stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder before answering in her stead, "Her parents are the other half of my parents' Beacon team; Arjun and Saia."
Glynda took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes with her free hand, "Of course they are. I'll be back after I've called them-"
"WAIT! Don't Call Them Yet!" May shouted to her own surprise. Glynda looked back at her with a raised eyebrow, and May found it within herself to keep going, "I only found out about them a few hours ago. I'd kind of like some more time to adjust to the idea before I have to meet them. Would, would that be alright?"
Glynda stared at the young sniper, who fidgeted a bit under the deputy headmistress' gaze. Glynda then closed her eyes and sighed, "I'll call them tomorrow."
"Thank you," May sagged a bit as tension left her body. Jaune smiled at May before turning to Glynda and frowning at the frazzled state she was in.
"Ms. Goodwitch? Are you okay?" Jaune asked as he approached his teacher.
"I'm fine," Glynda replied in a tone that wasn't a perfect facsimile of fine, "Today's just been one of those days."
"Yeah, it's been one of those days all around," Jaune agreed. "You looked kind of drained, let me help." He put his hand on her shoulder and flexed his semblance.
"Mr. Arc, what are you-?" Glynda started before the rush of Jaune's aura flowed into her body, rejuvenating her and pushing away the stress of the day.
"My semblance lets me share my aura with other people," Jaune explained. "I'm still figuring out how it works, but I've used it enough over the last hour to know how to top off someone else's reserves and... ...oh," Jaune suddenly felt light headed, and the stretched out feeling stretched beyond a point it probably shouldn't, "...I guess... I was... closer to empty... than I... thought..."
Jaune's eyes closed as he fell forward face first into Glynda's bosom.
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Silence hung in the air as everyone stared. Soft snoring escaped Jaune's lips as he slept half-standing with the support of Glynda, who's face blushed a deep crimson as the sleeping young man nuzzled closer to the soft things he had landed against.
Winter slowly approached the two of them and gently pulled Jaune away from the frozen Professor. Jaune remained asleep, even as Winter moved him into a chair. She let a nurse give him a quick one over: simple aura exhaustion, he'd sleep it off.
"It's a bit early to turn in for the night," Winter observed after the nurse's prognosis, "But it isn't too early to do so at any rate. I'll take him to my quarters so he can rest up."
"YOUR Quarters!" Glynda sputtered. "Why would you take him to your quarters?"
"Cinder Fall has a proven capability to sneak onto and out of school grounds undetected," Winter explained as she pulled out her scroll and started typing orders into it. "As long as she's free the two central figures of this temporal paradox are at risk. I'll organize a security detail to make this location as safe as possible for Moses, and I'll take Jaune to the most secure location I know on campus; my quarters." Winter looked up from her scroll and came to the sudden realization that she was surrounded.
"Why are your quarters the safest place on campus?" Pyrrha asked with a frighteningly polite smile.
"I know every possible avenue of approach," Winter tried to justify her idea, "And Theodore will be with us, meaning we can rapidly relocate Jaune if Cinder shows up. We can stand guard over him as he recovers."
"If it's a question of keeping Jaune protected he should be with Team RWBY," Yang cracked her knuckles. "Us plus our kids equals nine huntresses and huntsmen to keep watch. Can't get much safer than that."
"The security systems we brought from Atlas more than make up the numbers difference," Winter looked to her sister for support. "You've seen what I've done to my room, tell them."
"That would leave you alone with him," Weiss narrowed her eyes at her sister.
"Theodore would be with us!" Winter pointed out as she began to comprehend the real objection.
"Theodore could step out," Weiss' eyes narrowed further.
"And it's better with all of you?" Emerald glared at the girls of RWBY as she stepped up besides Pyrrha, "Team JNPR's dorm is right across the hall from yours; you don't need to have him in your room to help keep him safe. Unless you have some kind of team plan involving him."
The girls of Team RWBY made scandalized noises at that accusation. But before they could fire back Arslan stepped forward with her hands outstretched in a placating manner.
"Hold on a moment," Arslan began in a beseeching manner, "If trust is a primary concern here then I should watch over him. My vows as a Warrior-Nun of the Broken Table forbid any promiscuous behavior outside of marriage, and with Reese here," Reese waved, "To keep me honest you can be certain nothing with happen tonight."
Blake fixed Arslan with a wild eyed expression, "You'll just sneak off with him to a drive through chapel and elope!"
Arslan's eyes became unfocused as shock overtook her features, "Drive through chapels are a thing in Vale? That's an option?" Most of the women present eyed Arslan with suspicion. Blake's teammates eyed her with the same suspicion.
"Alright that's enough," Glynda blustered, "As deputy headmistress I'll watch over him. My reputation as a rule keeper is ironclad, you can trust me with him."
"That's exactly what somebody about to abuse their power would say!" Emerald accused, and everyone's glare shifted to Glynda in solidarity with that accusation.
"Well he's My best friend-" Ruby started.
"I've loved him since the day we met!" Pyrrha objected over her.
"We know," Team RWBY and Glynda replied as one, before splitting off to accuse each other of trying to weasel out an advantage over the others.
The argument circled about for several minutes like this, with nobody willing to give ground and the volume of their voices slowly getting louder and louder.
Eventually Reese rolled her eyes and pulled out her Hoverboard, switching it into its' gun formation of twin revolvers with bayonets. She fired two shots into the air. Instantly all of Jaune's potential wives had their weapons out and pointed at Reese, except for Arslan who was staring at her teammate in confusion.
"Now that I have your attention let me just say as someone with very little skin in this game that this is pointless," Reese began, "Considering the fact that Ren, Nora and all the kids took Jaune to JNPR's dorm room while you've been arguing."
They all looked to the chair that Jaune had been in when the argument started. He wasn't there.
It wasn't exactly a mad dash. It was a little more organized than that. That being said the group made good time from the infirmary to the dorms.
The door was ajar, and they crowded around to look in. Ren and Nora fixed the lot of them with a glare and Nora held a finger to her lips in the near universal shushing gesture. Jaune was in his bed, the children gathered round.
"Goodnight Dad," Julian whispered.
"Night Dad," Xia also whispered.
"Sleep tight Dad," Leander and Leandra murmured in tandem.
And so it went down the line, each child wishing Jaune a good night's rest in a hushed tone before shuffling out of the room.
The potential future wives looked at one another with embarrassment in their eyes.
"Umm... we... we'll be across the hall if you need us," Ruby whispered to Nora who was still giving everyone the skink eye.
"We'll, we'll sleep somewhere else," Pyrrha whispered as she and Emerald made their way into the room and grabbed their pillows and blankets, not wanting to be under Nora's suspicious glare longer than they had to be, "I think there's an empty room down the hall."
A few more awkward farewells were exchanged, and everyone separated to turn in early for the night.
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Blake was very good at faking being asleep. Her mother had trained her in the art of the kunoichi, and she'd been a very good student. So she waited until everyone was asleep, snoring away softly, before she made her move.
Granted, this was more difficult than usual. Everyone was on high alert. Who wouldn't be, with what was on the line?
Blake though... Well... The simple fact was? While she might have sniffed at Yang's brash competitiveness... She didn't like to lose any more than anyone else.
Less, in fact.
She left a shadow clone in her bed as she stole out through an air vent, sparing a loving glance at her sleeping twins before she moved out. She slithered her way through it like a snake out to an empty dormroom. She dropped down, and went out the window. Scaling the side of the dormitory, she snuck to the other side across the roof and dropped down on ninja claws to the window.
She peered in, eyes locked on Jaune's sleeping form. He looked so peaceful in the bed, an innocent smile on his face.
Blake scrutinized the other inhabitants of the room: Nora and Ren were fast asleep in the adjacent bed, Nora snoring loud enough a normal person could hear it through the glass. Well, no matter.
It would help her plan, which was not impulsive or misguided!
It was perfectly simple: Take Jaune somewhere isolated and talk with him. Just talk. Nothing more. If the subject of eloping came up naturally, well, who was she to refuse her future husband?
She slowly opened the window, and crept inside. She crouched over Jaune, staying up over him as though she was about to do a pushup. She smiled down at him.
I didn't realize he was so handsome... I didn't pay him any attention because I was so wrapped up in my own affairs, she thought, But I promise you Jaune, for the sake of our children, and our future, I will be completely unselfish and-!
BWEEP! BWEEP! BWEEP! BWEEP!
Blake screamed as Jaune shot up. He wrapped his arms around her and shoved her to the floor, looking around frantically.
"AH! ABANDON SHIP! MAN THE TORPEDOES! ABANDON-WHAT?!" Jaune shouted.
Blake squeaked and blushed. Okay, so... She wasn't totally inexperienced but a handsome, muscular man pinning her down to the floor was not something she'd experienced in a while...
"Hello Friend Blake!"
Blake looked up. She coughed as she beheld the upside down visage of Penny Polendinia. The orange haired girl's eyes were glowing as she waved with a cheerful smile.
"Uh... Hello, Penny," Blake managed. She winced as Jaune stared down at her in shock. She winced more when Nora and Ren got up, murder in their eyes and their weapons in their hands.
"Uh, Penny? Why are you here?" Jaune asked groggily. "Blake... Same question...?"
Penny beamed.
"Friend Jaune! You have been deemed a Very Important Person and Vital National Asset by General Ironwood! As such, I have been assigned to your security detail! Your very existence is vital to the survival of mankind! Isn't that neat?"
"Uhhh... Yeah, but, don't you need to sleep?"
"No! But that's fine, as I am a perfectly normal human girl!" Penny chirped.
"Then why were you... Bleeping?" Jaune asked.
"Oh! That is my Virgin Alarm!" Penny explained, "My Father installed it-I mean gave it to me-To go off before a young male could on me! I have extended it to you to ensure you remain pure and unsullied!"
Jaune went bright red.
"P-PENNY!"
Blake's blush became incandescent.
"Do you remain unsullied?" Penny asked, tilting her head curiously.
"I-I mean-!"
Blake coughed. She didn't like drawing more attention to herself but... Well...
"Um... I was just... Making sure you were safe," Blake mumbled. Ren pulled Jaune up, and pushed him back into bed. Nora scowled at Blake and bonked her on the head lightly with her fist.
"OW!"
"No! Bad Kitty! No despoiling innocent maidens on our watch!" Nora declared.
"I'm not a maiden!" Jaune complained. Nora gasped.
"Who took you, Jaune? Who despoiled you? WHO VIOLATED MY BABY BOY?!" She hugged him tightly, and glared at Blake. "You?!"
"N-NO! I didn't even get that far!" Blake said defensively. At everyone's looks, she continued her weak self-defense: "Not that I was planning on that sort of thing!"
"How dare you, Blake!"
Everyone started and looked out the window. Ruby was scowling at them from the sill, her cape waving dramatically in the wind.
"You snuck out and tried to-to make off with Jaune, didn't you?!"
"No I didn't!" Blake insisted. "I-I just wanted to talk!"
"Why are you here, Friend Ruby?" Penny asked. Ruby blushed.
"Um... To check on Jaune?" Ruby offered weakly.
"Uh huh," Ren stated flatly, "Which is what the rest of you are doing here, too?"
"Rest of-?" Ruby asked, before Ren opened the closet door. Pyrrha, dressed in black workout clothes with a mask tied under her nose, yelped as she stumbled out.
"PYRRHA!" Ruby hissed.
"RUBY!" Pyrrha gasped. She looked at Jaune and blushed furiously. "It-It's not what it looks like!"
"Wow! That's very impressive to sneak into the closet without me sensing you!" Penny complimented her. Pyrrha flushed darker.
"I um... I'm very flexible... But-But I didn't have anything nefarious planned for Jaune! Honest!"
"Y-Yeah! Nothing nefarious! Maybe some kissing!" Ruby said defensively.
"ENOUGH!" Ren barked, raising his voice for the first time ever. Even Penny looked taken aback. He glared around the room. "All of you go. To. Bed. You can work things out with Jaune when it's daytime and he's awake. All of you!"
Blake heard a lot of movement and shuffling around outside the dorm room. She blushed a bit more deeply.
Blake looked over at Jaune. Despite his embarrassment (or perhaps because of it), he had passed out again and was softly snoring.
"R-Right," Pyrrha said, looking very guilty.
"Goodnight everyone," Ruby managed, just as abashed.
"Ahem, sorry," Blake added. She went out of the window with Ruby, Pyrrha joining them a moment later. Penny leaned out of the window, smiled, and waved.
"Goodnight, Friend Ruby, Blake, and Pyrrha! I hope your romance goes well!" She said happily.
"Thanks Penny," Ruby mumbled.
The three of them stood on the roof in awkward silence. Ruby then held up her chin and scowled.
"No more stupid junk... Agreed?"
"Agreed," Blake and Pyrrha sighed.
"At least until tomorrow," Blake muttered.
"What?" The other girls asked.
"Nothing!"
- - -
Nora grumbled as she made sure Jaune was tucked in.
"Stupid freaking harems, so noisy and inconsiderate," Nora huffed. She beamed at Ren. "I'm so glad we're not degenerates like them, aren't you Renny?"
"I don't think Jaune is a degenerate," Ren said smoothly, as he cleaned up what had fallen out of the closet.
"Well of course he isn't," Nora stated, hugging the sleeping Jaune to her chest, "Aw, my pure captain!"
"I find the entire situation fascinating," Penny chirped, "Time travel and complex human romantic interactions? The data I am processing is sensational!"
She blanched.
"Uh..."
"Which is exactly what a normal human girl would say!" Nora said happily. Penny beamed.
"Correct, Friend Nora!"
"Great!" Nora cheered. She pulled Ren down onto the bed and hugged him. "Mm... Though... I am a little disappointed."
"Why?" Ren asked.
Nora pouted.
"Well... Why didn't our future kids show up? None of them thought that grabbing onto a guy with a time travel Semblance when it was overloading was cool?" She sighed. "Where did we go wrong?"
"We'll have to correct that when we have them," Ren said, patting his childhood friend/partner/future wife on the head. Nora pouted and snuggled up to him.
"We'd better!"
- - -
Somewhere in Mistral...
Raven Branwen enjoyed her solitude. As fearsome a warrior as she was, even she needed a break from time to time. She lounged in the bedroom of a manse whose owners had been devoured by Grimm, luxuriating in the fine robes they had left in their marble finished bathroom. The hot bath had left the room filled with steam, and it felt so good to relax after being immersed in hot water.
It was fortunate they'd saved this home after dealing with the Grimm they had unleashed. They would have to move on, but maybe this village would make for an effective hideout in the future. For the bathroom, if nothing else.
Not that she would tell her followers that. To the strongest went the spoils. She had earned this.
Her Scroll went off. Her eyebrow twitched in some annoyance. She let it ring for a while, before she very slowly reached out, picked it up, and slid it open.
"This had better be good, Khan," she stated flatly to the leader of the White Fang. The tiger Faunus scowled back at her through the screen.
"We have a significant opportunity here," she stated, "Tell me... How would you like the full support of Menagerie? Not just the White Fang?"
Raven's eyes narrowed.
"I'm listening."
"Ghira and Kali Belladonna are heading to Beacon," Sienna went on, "My sources tell me they went very quickly, with only a minor security detail. They're even taking a commercial airship flight. If you were to assassinate them... I could seize control of Menagerie."
Raven kept her face a steely mask. Inwardly, she pondered the possibilities.
Having an ascendant Minor Kingdom in her debt was an appealing prospect. Slaughtering such weak leaders who had somehow gotten such power was also appealing. However, Raven Branwen was not stupid.
"If I do so, your people will want my head," Raven stated. Sienna shook her head.
"I can spin it easily. Most people do not know you are the Bandit Queen. Only that you were once part of a prominent Vale hunter team. It will look like Ozpin wanted the leaders of Menagerie dead. That is to both our advantages."
Raven pondered this for a moment.
"It will not come cheap."
"I will not be cheap," Sienna said, "Imagine what you could accomplish with our full backing. The kind of kingdom you could build."
Raven snorted.
"I have no interest in settling down and becoming soft."
"Then make slaves handle the busywork, rule as the warrior queen you wish to be," Sienna stated, "But this opportunity is too great to ignore."
Raven slowly nodded. As much as she hated to admit it, the Faunus had a point.
"When do they arrive?"
"Tomorrow morning. I'm sending you their itinerary," Sienna said, and the info popped up on her screen, "Remember: They both need to die."
"What about their daughter?" Raven asked.
Sienna smirked.
"Leave her to me. I turned her when she was in a spot of emotional turmoil before: I can do it again. Through her? We will have Menagerie."
Raven hummed... Then nodded.
"It will be done."
"Good... Though fair warning: Your ex husband and brother might also be there."
Raven smirked.
"They won't be a problem..."
"See that they aren't."
The call ended. Raven stretched her arms up over her head and sighed softly.
She was going to get some sleep. Best to be rested before causing worldwide chaos.
That was one thing she agreed with Summer on.
- - -
Granted, this was more difficult than usual. Everyone was on high alert. Who wouldn't be, with what was on the line?
Blake though... Well... The simple fact was? While she might have sniffed at Yang's brash competitiveness... She didn't like to lose any more than anyone else.
Less, in fact.
She left a shadow clone in her bed as she stole out through an air vent, sparing a loving glance at her sleeping twins before she moved out. She slithered her way through it like a snake out to an empty dormroom. She dropped down, and went out the window. Scaling the side of the dormitory, she snuck to the other side across the roof and dropped down on ninja claws to the window.
She peered in, eyes locked on Jaune's sleeping form. He looked so peaceful in the bed, an innocent smile on his face.
Blake scrutinized the other inhabitants of the room: Nora and Ren were fast asleep in the adjacent bed, Nora snoring loud enough a normal person could hear it through the glass. Well, no matter.
It would help her plan, which was not impulsive or misguided!
It was perfectly simple: Take Jaune somewhere isolated and talk with him. Just talk. Nothing more. If the subject of eloping came up naturally, well, who was she to refuse her future husband?
She slowly opened the window, and crept inside. She crouched over Jaune, staying up over him as though she was about to do a pushup. She smiled down at him.
I didn't realize he was so handsome... I didn't pay him any attention because I was so wrapped up in my own affairs, she thought, But I promise you Jaune, for the sake of our children, and our future, I will be completely unselfish and-!
BWEEP! BWEEP! BWEEP! BWEEP!
Blake screamed as Jaune shot up. He wrapped his arms around her and shoved her to the floor, looking around frantically.
"AH! ABANDON SHIP! MAN THE TORPEDOES! ABANDON-WHAT?!" Jaune shouted.
Blake squeaked and blushed. Okay, so... She wasn't totally inexperienced but a handsome, muscular man pinning her down to the floor was not something she'd experienced in a while...
"Hello Friend Blake!"
Blake looked up. She coughed as she beheld the upside down visage of Penny Polendinia. The orange haired girl's eyes were glowing as she waved with a cheerful smile.
"Uh... Hello, Penny," Blake managed. She winced as Jaune stared down at her in shock. She winced more when Nora and Ren got up, murder in their eyes and their weapons in their hands.
"Uh, Penny? Why are you here?" Jaune asked groggily. "Blake... Same question...?"
Penny beamed.
"Friend Jaune! You have been deemed a Very Important Person and Vital National Asset by General Ironwood! As such, I have been assigned to your security detail! Your very existence is vital to the survival of mankind! Isn't that neat?"
"Uhhh... Yeah, but, don't you need to sleep?"
"No! But that's fine, as I am a perfectly normal human girl!" Penny chirped.
"Then why were you... Bleeping?" Jaune asked.
"Oh! That is my Virgin Alarm!" Penny explained, "My Father installed it-I mean gave it to me-To go off before a young male could on me! I have extended it to you to ensure you remain pure and unsullied!"
Jaune went bright red.
"P-PENNY!"
Blake's blush became incandescent.
"Do you remain unsullied?" Penny asked, tilting her head curiously.
"I-I mean-!"
Blake coughed. She didn't like drawing more attention to herself but... Well...
"Um... I was just... Making sure you were safe," Blake mumbled. Ren pulled Jaune up, and pushed him back into bed. Nora scowled at Blake and bonked her on the head lightly with her fist.
"OW!"
"No! Bad Kitty! No despoiling innocent maidens on our watch!" Nora declared.
"I'm not a maiden!" Jaune complained. Nora gasped.
"Who took you, Jaune? Who despoiled you? WHO VIOLATED MY BABY BOY?!" She hugged him tightly, and glared at Blake. "You?!"
"N-NO! I didn't even get that far!" Blake said defensively. At everyone's looks, she continued her weak self-defense: "Not that I was planning on that sort of thing!"
"How dare you, Blake!"
Everyone started and looked out the window. Ruby was scowling at them from the sill, her cape waving dramatically in the wind.
"You snuck out and tried to-to make off with Jaune, didn't you?!"
"No I didn't!" Blake insisted. "I-I just wanted to talk!"
"Why are you here, Friend Ruby?" Penny asked. Ruby blushed.
"Um... To check on Jaune?" Ruby offered weakly.
"Uh huh," Ren stated flatly, "Which is what the rest of you are doing here, too?"
"Rest of-?" Ruby asked, before Ren opened the closet door. Pyrrha, dressed in black workout clothes with a mask tied under her nose, yelped as she stumbled out.
"PYRRHA!" Ruby hissed.
"RUBY!" Pyrrha gasped. She looked at Jaune and blushed furiously. "It-It's not what it looks like!"
"Wow! That's very impressive to sneak into the closet without me sensing you!" Penny complimented her. Pyrrha flushed darker.
"I um... I'm very flexible... But-But I didn't have anything nefarious planned for Jaune! Honest!"
"Y-Yeah! Nothing nefarious! Maybe some kissing!" Ruby said defensively.
"ENOUGH!" Ren barked, raising his voice for the first time ever. Even Penny looked taken aback. He glared around the room. "All of you go. To. Bed. You can work things out with Jaune when it's daytime and he's awake. All of you!"
Blake heard a lot of movement and shuffling around outside the dorm room. She blushed a bit more deeply.
Blake looked over at Jaune. Despite his embarrassment (or perhaps because of it), he had passed out again and was softly snoring.
"R-Right," Pyrrha said, looking very guilty.
"Goodnight everyone," Ruby managed, just as abashed.
"Ahem, sorry," Blake added. She went out of the window with Ruby, Pyrrha joining them a moment later. Penny leaned out of the window, smiled, and waved.
"Goodnight, Friend Ruby, Blake, and Pyrrha! I hope your romance goes well!" She said happily.
"Thanks Penny," Ruby mumbled.
The three of them stood on the roof in awkward silence. Ruby then held up her chin and scowled.
"No more stupid junk... Agreed?"
"Agreed," Blake and Pyrrha sighed.
"At least until tomorrow," Blake muttered.
"What?" The other girls asked.
"Nothing!"
- - -
Nora grumbled as she made sure Jaune was tucked in.
"Stupid freaking harems, so noisy and inconsiderate," Nora huffed. She beamed at Ren. "I'm so glad we're not degenerates like them, aren't you Renny?"
"I don't think Jaune is a degenerate," Ren said smoothly, as he cleaned up what had fallen out of the closet.
"Well of course he isn't," Nora stated, hugging the sleeping Jaune to her chest, "Aw, my pure captain!"
"I find the entire situation fascinating," Penny chirped, "Time travel and complex human romantic interactions? The data I am processing is sensational!"
She blanched.
"Uh..."
"Which is exactly what a normal human girl would say!" Nora said happily. Penny beamed.
"Correct, Friend Nora!"
"Great!" Nora cheered. She pulled Ren down onto the bed and hugged him. "Mm... Though... I am a little disappointed."
"Why?" Ren asked.
Nora pouted.
"Well... Why didn't our future kids show up? None of them thought that grabbing onto a guy with a time travel Semblance when it was overloading was cool?" She sighed. "Where did we go wrong?"
"We'll have to correct that when we have them," Ren said, patting his childhood friend/partner/future wife on the head. Nora pouted and snuggled up to him.
"We'd better!"
- - -
Somewhere in Mistral...
Raven Branwen enjoyed her solitude. As fearsome a warrior as she was, even she needed a break from time to time. She lounged in the bedroom of a manse whose owners had been devoured by Grimm, luxuriating in the fine robes they had left in their marble finished bathroom. The hot bath had left the room filled with steam, and it felt so good to relax after being immersed in hot water.
It was fortunate they'd saved this home after dealing with the Grimm they had unleashed. They would have to move on, but maybe this village would make for an effective hideout in the future. For the bathroom, if nothing else.
Not that she would tell her followers that. To the strongest went the spoils. She had earned this.
Her Scroll went off. Her eyebrow twitched in some annoyance. She let it ring for a while, before she very slowly reached out, picked it up, and slid it open.
"This had better be good, Khan," she stated flatly to the leader of the White Fang. The tiger Faunus scowled back at her through the screen.
"We have a significant opportunity here," she stated, "Tell me... How would you like the full support of Menagerie? Not just the White Fang?"
Raven's eyes narrowed.
"I'm listening."
"Ghira and Kali Belladonna are heading to Beacon," Sienna went on, "My sources tell me they went very quickly, with only a minor security detail. They're even taking a commercial airship flight. If you were to assassinate them... I could seize control of Menagerie."
Raven kept her face a steely mask. Inwardly, she pondered the possibilities.
Having an ascendant Minor Kingdom in her debt was an appealing prospect. Slaughtering such weak leaders who had somehow gotten such power was also appealing. However, Raven Branwen was not stupid.
"If I do so, your people will want my head," Raven stated. Sienna shook her head.
"I can spin it easily. Most people do not know you are the Bandit Queen. Only that you were once part of a prominent Vale hunter team. It will look like Ozpin wanted the leaders of Menagerie dead. That is to both our advantages."
Raven pondered this for a moment.
"It will not come cheap."
"I will not be cheap," Sienna said, "Imagine what you could accomplish with our full backing. The kind of kingdom you could build."
Raven snorted.
"I have no interest in settling down and becoming soft."
"Then make slaves handle the busywork, rule as the warrior queen you wish to be," Sienna stated, "But this opportunity is too great to ignore."
Raven slowly nodded. As much as she hated to admit it, the Faunus had a point.
"When do they arrive?"
"Tomorrow morning. I'm sending you their itinerary," Sienna said, and the info popped up on her screen, "Remember: They both need to die."
"What about their daughter?" Raven asked.
Sienna smirked.
"Leave her to me. I turned her when she was in a spot of emotional turmoil before: I can do it again. Through her? We will have Menagerie."
Raven hummed... Then nodded.
"It will be done."
"Good... Though fair warning: Your ex husband and brother might also be there."
Raven smirked.
"They won't be a problem..."
"See that they aren't."
The call ended. Raven stretched her arms up over her head and sighed softly.
She was going to get some sleep. Best to be rested before causing worldwide chaos.
That was one thing she agreed with Summer on.
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Phoenix Invictus
Not too sore, are you?
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Which way, Author? Fluff or drama? TFTC.
ThunderBasilisk
Well Worn Bastion
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Fucking hell Raven your even more of a dumbass then Sienna is. Any bets Raven might try to kidnap one of Jaunes kids?