[RWBY] The Great Temporal Step-Sibling War!

[CILinkz]

does Neo not have a spawn? as often as she is lewded i would have thought so. maybe a super shy/stealthy one that never revealed herself to the other kids when they hatched that plan

 

[AndrewJTalon]

does Neo not have a spawn? as often as she is lewded i would have thought so. maybe a super shy/stealthy one that never revealed herself to the other kids when they hatched that plan

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We wanted to, but we had so many other characters as it was. Sift Green wanted to keep it simple and I agreed, though there are two omakes where Neo meets her future daughter on the Spacebattles thread.

 

[shinighoul6]

We wanted to, but we had so many other characters as it was. Sift Green wanted to keep it simple and I agreed, though there are two omakes where Neo meets her future daughter on the Spacebattles thread.

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BOO!
BOO I SAY!
FIE!

 

[James Wilt]

Guess it didn't occur to Cinder that swiping Emerald's scroll won't matter now, since the Sabyr's Out of the Bag since the kids would have revealed what they knew about Cinder's plans to if not Ozpin, then to their parents. Not to mention blindly trusting Mercury is still on her side, and isn't bait to lure her ( and Neo, since I'm sure Emerald revealed her existence as well) into a trap.

Plus, it seems the Time Stream can't decide if Oz's Son is either Ozpin's or Oscar's, so he's now a combination of both...

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Jaune and his growing entourage were heading down the hallway away from BRZN's dormitory. It was a bit difficult: The rest of the student body had heard plenty about what had happened, and it wasn't hard to overhear what they were muttering.

"... weirdo playboy..."

"... are they all together...?"

"... be he's a creep..."

"... sluts..."

Ruby winced. Yang and Weiss strode forward, and squeezed Jaune's hands on either side.

"Ignore it," Yang muttered.

"It's meaningless," Weiss added.

Pyrrha nodded her agreement, and squeezed Ruby and May's hands. The other girls calmed, and Jaune relaxed.

"Thanks," he murmured. He really was grateful for his friends. Honestly, whatever their futures, he was thankful to have such good friends in on this frankly insane situation.

"Some things never change," Nicholas sighed.

A Red Schnee Glyph appeared on the wall, and Theodore Schnee-Arc appeared through it. He grabbed Jaune's shoulder, as his Glyph turned blue behind him.

"Borrowing Father, see you all later!"

"Wait wha-?!"

Theodore yanked Jaune back into the Glyph, and in a flash of light, they were in an empty conference room. Jaune gaped at his son in disbelief, as he adjusted his sunglasses with a smug look.

"Wait, I thought you could only teleport via line of sight?" Jaune asked.

"Not unless I know the exact coordinates of each location to teleport to," Theodore said, "And I memorized many coordinates around Beacon that would be useful to know."

Jaune blinked a bit. A strange instinct pushed the next words out of his mouth.

"You don't have the women's showers as one of those locations, do you?"

Theodore coughed and adjusted his sunglasses again.

"Of course not, Father! I-I would never abuse my power like that!"

Jaune's eyes narrowed.

"Oh really?"

"Really!" Theodore insisted. "Also, you should talk to Mother!"

He vanished through a Blue Glyph, and a moment later, it turned red. A tall, beautiful woman who strongly resembled Weiss was shoved through.

"Wha-HEY!"

She glared back at the Glyph. Theodore appeared and shrugged briefly.

"Sorry Mother, Father: You always told me it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission when the stakes were high enough."

He vanished again, leaving the two of them alone. Jaune gripped the back of a chair nervously, as Winter Schnee fidgeted and looked anywhere but directly at him.

"Er... Hey," Jaune managed, "Sorry about all this. He's uh..."

"Impetuous?" Winter asked. Jaune nodded.

"Yeah... No idea where he gets that from."

Winter's lips twitched slightly into a small smile. Jaune's heart skipped a beat.

Geez...!

"Probably both of us," she said quietly, "I've read the reports about your... Shall we say... Misadventures? And my sister wrote me extensively about you."

Jaune winced.

"Oh... Um... Well. Since you're not beating me up... It wasn't all bad, right?"

Winter chuckled.

"I could read between the lines," she said, "She does like you. It's just difficult for her to admit it, the life we've both lived."

Jaune nodded slowly.

"I guess I can understand that," he said. He mustered up his courage.

"I-I... I mean, I'm not expecting anything and you don't have to-"

Winter strode forward and wrapped her arms around him. She blushed heavily as he gaped at her.

"In all honesty," she said, "I was... I worried that I would never be able to find love. Learning that there is a future where that's possible is... Very reassuring."

"Oh, uh... I-I mean, um... That's good," Jaune admitted, "I always hoped I would marry and find happiness. Y-You know if I didn't die."

Winter smiled softly and nodded. She squeezed him a bit more tightly.

"A similar fear," she said, "The other problem is that I've devoted my life to serving and protecting Atlas. Having a family feels... A bit incompatible with that goal."

"How?" Jaune asked, blinking. "I-I mean... If we're not going to have happiness and joy, what's the point of fighting?"

Winter chuckled.

"That is fair," she admitted. Her eyes became very warm. "But more than that... Our children will, in the future, protect Atlas even better. Theodore may have saved all of Vale and the Vytal Festival."

She began to stroke his hair. She blushed deeply, which did make her look even cuter.

"S-So... It is not just for my personal happiness! But a part of my duty to protect Atlas and all of humanity!" She licked her lips nervously.

"So, um... As it is a military imperative, I was hoping we could progress to-?"

"Dating?" Jaune guessed, his high pitched tone sounding a bit desperate.

Winter flushed.

"Is... Is that necessary?" She asked. "We know the outcome-"

"And that doesn't matter, because there are eleven different outcomes," Jaune stated, narrowing his eyes. He pushed away from Winter. "I'm not gonna have kids or-or use the future as an excuse to be selfish."

Winter stared at him, looking like she had been slapped. Jaune flushed and stuttered.

"N-Not that-I mean-You're absolutely beautiful and-and from everything Weiss had told me you're incredible! Amazing! I-I don't even see how I would have had a chance with you! But I... I can't be selfish. And neither should you. Not like this. We're not producing weapons, we're making a family! Or-Or will... Or might... You know what I mean!"

Winter stared at him for a time, and then bowed her head.

"... You're right," she murmured, "I'm sorry. I... I am used to resolving issues in the most straightforward way..." She looked back up. She extended her hand.

"I am Specialist Winter Schnee. It is nice to meet you."

Jaune smiled and took her hand, gently shaking it.

"Jaune Arc. Nice to meet you, too."

She again pulled him into a hug.

"This... Is this all right?" Winter asked with a blush. "I... I seldom have the chance to get hugs."

Jaune flushed, and then nodded.

"Um, s-sure..."

The doors slammed open. Weiss glared.

"SISTER!"

"What?" Winter demanded. "I am only following my orders!"

"YOUR WHAT?!" The rest of Jaune's potential future wives and children shouted.

Theodore again adjusted his sunglasses and smirked. Jaune narrowed his eyes.

"Don't think I won't put you over my knee, young man!" Jaune barked. Winter blushed, but adopted her own stern look. A much more effective one.

Theodore coughed.

"Yes Father..."

- - -

 

[RandomDragon]

heh, have to say when the ladies meet future Juane in the Fair-realm...well...i can safely say things will be interesting.

Also seems like Cinder is underestimating a Ozpin/Ozma that now has a clear potential path to finally beating salem and allowing himself to finally figure out how to finally rest after so long.

 

[Stormfury]

heh, have to say when the ladies meet future Juane in the Fair-realm...well...i can safely say things will be interesting.

Also seems like Cinder is underestimating a Ozpin/Ozma that now has a clear potential path to finally beating salem and allowing himself to finally figure out how to finally rest after so long.

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Salem, on hearing that Ozna finally has a clear potential path to beating her: No, let him cook…

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Julian: "Man... You know the worst part of all of this?"

Nicholas: "And that is?"

Julian: "... All my aunties are so cute right now!" He held his head between his hands "THEY'RE SO, SOOO CUTE! THEY TOOK CARE OF ME WHEN I WAS A KID AND NOW THEY'RE HAWWWWT!"

August: "Oh man, THANK YOU! I thought I was the only one!"

Nicholas: "You're both creeps!"

Xander: "Honestly, you're weirdos! Your moms must be perverts! Not like my mother at all!"

Pyrrha sneezes.

Nicholas: "Theodore, you agree right?"

Theodore: "Yeah, they're all super hot. Auntie Ruby hasn't hit her growth spurt yet but she's still super cute."

Facefaults abound.

Xander: "Still waters run deep..."

Theodore: "Though personally, I prefer older women."

Leander: "Same, brother from another mother."

Leandra: "Absolutely! Though I can go with younger or older men or women!"

Nicholas: bright red "You're absolutely perverted!"

Theodore: "Oh look, is Auntie Yang bending over?"

Xander and Nicholas are silent... Then blush.

Julian: "Seriously, ew!"

Theodore: "And Professor Goodwitch is a bit sweaty."

Julian: "..." Bright red

In fact, most of the other children of Jaune Arc are also red in the face.

Xander: "Y-You're a complete pervert! Dad would put you over his knee for that!"

Theodore: "Please. Our father has, between all of his potential wives, had over a hundred children in these various timelines! It's healthy to have a libido and to recognize it! That's how an Arc should be, no matter his or her father!"

Xander: "... Do you have to be so smug?"

Theodore: "Yes. Yes I do."

 

[BlueRanger O-Doom]

I'm really liking this series. Been binging this all night, but Cinder sneaking back into Beacon REALLY breakers my SOD.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Ozpin cupped his chin in deep thought. Today had been chockfull of surprises and unusual revelations, and it wasn't over yet. From the time displaced children upending his own personal theories about time travel to the bits of conversation he had overheard while monitoring them implying that Salem had faced a true defeat in more than one possible future, he had learned a lot of things that meant a paradigm shift or two were in order.

He was most interested in true defeats Salem had faced for obvious reasons. He had no idea at this point if they were permanent defeats or only major setbacks on the Witch's part, but right now he didn't care. If they were permanent then fantastic! Half of his problems were gone for good. If they were only major setbacks then fantastic! Man and Faunus would have a generation or two to push back against the darkness and take back lands lost to the Grimm, and if he pulled the right strings civilization would be much better entrenched by the time Salem had recovered.

Of course before any of that could happen they needed to navigate the temporal paradox they were currently in the middle of. He had a plan, and from the looks of things that plan was getting off on the right foot, but he hadn't gotten to where he was today by never getting a second opinion on things, or by refusing to acknowledge when things were outside his wheelhouse.

His normal second opinion was Glynda, but she was too close to the situation to be objective about his plan and temporal mechanics wasn't her wheelhouse either. General Ironwood wasn't the best place to go for second opinion in this case; he was too invested in the outcome and military action was a very different wheelhouse form temporal mechanics. The other headmasters were out because this was too sensitive to trust to international communications; none of them were free to come for an in person meeting, and the fact that this wouldn't be in their wheelhouse any more than it was in his went without saying.

That left him with one option, and while he wasn't sure if she would be objective about this he knew this was in her wheelhouse.

And so Ozpin gave Dr. Weena Nebogipfel a call on the most secure channel available to him.

The call began the way all video calls with her began; with Weena holding her scroll too close to her face.

"Ozpin? Is that you?" A set of thick rimmed hexagon shaped glasses over a set of baby blue eyes took up most of the screen, "That's convenient; I've been thinking about calling you for the last couple of days!"

"Really? What about?" Ozpin kept his expression warm and welcoming. Weena's tone was worrying; it sounded halfway between a thousand yard stare and existential dread which was at odds with the easily excited scientist he knew.

"You know the new sensors I'm testing? To put in the Grimm early warning detection systems? Meant to pick up on more esoteric energies?" Weena would have normally put her scroll down on her desk at this point, letting the person she was talking with see her whole body, but she kept it close to her eyes.

"I remember helping you design them," Ozpin pointed out, "So I know which ones you're talking about."

"Right, right," Weena continued with a distracted sounding voice, "So my semblance isn't high speed regeneration like I always thought it was. The sensors say I'm generating a lot of Temporal Energy. I haven't been regenerating, I've been rewinding my body back to an uninjured state."

"That's fascinating," Ozpin noted. It also meant that Moses' power didn't come out of the blue.

"It's horrifying," Weena gasped.

"How so?"

"Oz, I'd be easier if I showed you," Weena finally put her scroll on her desk, allowing Ozpin to take in her full image. Her frizzy orange hair was in its' usual unkempt bun, her earrings looked like stopwatches today, her purple lab coat was open to show her shirt had an hourglass pattern on it. "Once I knew how my semblance functioned I did some experiments and, well watch:"

Weena closed her eyes in concentration, and she started visibly aging before Ozpin's eyes. She went from a woman in her thirties to her forties, then fifties, sixties, seventies, eighties, nineties, over a hundred and then like a skipping record she was suddenly a newborn baby aging rapidly through childhood, her teenage years and then her twenties until she finally landed on her normal age in her mid thirties. Then she took a deep breath, and repeated the entire process in reverse.

"And that's not all," Weena got up from her desk and walked towards a set of tesla coils at the back of her lab, an old project of hers meant to outright vaporize Grimm that had been abandoned once it had proven too difficult to aim. She dramatically pulled a remote from her pockets as she stood between the coils, "CHECK THIS OUT!"

"WEENA WHAT ARE YOU-" Ozpin called out too late to keep her from hitting the power button on the remote. Ozpin's screen filled with a blinding white light while his speakers crackled from trying to play a sound far too loud for them to play. When the white light cleared away Weena was nowhere to be seen, a scorch mark occupied the ground where she had been.

And then suddenly like a video skipping a frame Weena was back, and the scorch mark was gone. She staggered froward towards her desk while cackling like a loon.

"Oh thank the Gods," Ozpin whispered as he clutched his chair's armrests in a death-grip, his heart knocking against his ribcage like an unbalanced washing machine.

"You see?" Weena asked as she got back to her desk and plopped down in her chair. "I can't die of old age or rewind myself out of existence! Even complete disintegration doesn't put a dent in the temporal energy I'm generating! I'M IMMORTAL!" She wailed as she threw her hands in the air with a voice of despair.

That wasn't a normal reaction. Sure Ozpin had gone through a similar crisis, twice, but that was after he had lived through ten different lives. To see someone go through this exact crisis while still in their thirties was disconcerting to say the least.

"You found out you could control your age and then jumped straight to vaporizing yourself?" And sometimes even when you're older than civilization itself you can't stop the first question from popping out of your mouth.

"Okay, so the first vaporization was an accident," Weena admitted, "But I was getting desperate to find anything that would make my temporal energy go down!"

"Why?" And sometimes you can't stop the incredulous follow up question from popping out of your mouth.

"You don't understand Oz!" Weena pointed a dramatic finger his way, "I'm going to outlive everyone I know! I'm going to watch every architectural wonder built today crumble into ruins, and then I'm going to watch those ruins crumble into dust! The day will come where the language my mother taught me and the culture that raised me will be nothing more than a footnote in a history book nobody will read!"

Weena pulled her hand back and continued in a calmer yet haunted manner, "And sure I'll have all the time in the universe to unravel the mysteries of physics and quantum mechanics and all the other secrets of how things work, but with all the time in the universe the day will come where I'll have learned everything there is to know about how the material world works. Then I'll be left with questions I'll never be able to answer, because the answers all lie on the other side of death."

Ozpin allowed that somber note to hang in the air long enough to be sure Weena was done with her rant.

"I understand your going through a crisis right now," Ozpin began, "But your son's in a lot of trouble and we're going to need your help to figure out how to fix it, so I need you to pull yourself back together Weena."

Weena looked towards him with confusion, "I don't have a son."

"His semblance allows him to manipulate temporal energy like yours does."

"Time travel," Weena gasped as her eyes grew wide, "And if he's... maybe I won't be alone..."

"If I have anything to say about it, no, you won't," Ozpin gave her a small smile.

"What kind of trouble is he in?" Weena asked.

"He traveled farther back than he meant to, caused a paradox. I need to know if my solution to the paradox is going to work."

"Right, so you need me to come to Beacon then?"

"Yes," Ozpin nodded, "We'll have a lot to discuss once you get here."

"If I start packing now I'll be ready to get there before lunch tomorrow," Weena mused. "Some of my instruments are going to be finicky."

"I'll prepare a room for you, and a lab," Ozpin stood up from his desk. "Oh, by the way, welcome to the Immortals Club. You might be the first member to have an existential crisis before hitting their first century."

Weena had gotten up to start packing, so her head whipped around when she heard that, "BUHWHA?"

"Like I said; we'll have a lot to discuss once you get here."

 

[James Wilt]

Why do I suddenly picture Miss Frizzle when I picture the Good Doctor?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

Radian was once the capital city of the Northern Sanus kingdom of Gallia. From this circular mountain city, the Kings and Queens of the House of Arc had ruled for centuries. The ancient castle Arc-En-Ciel still stood in the center of the ringed fortifications, houses, shops, and fields like a marble sculpture. The white stone and large windows gleamed brightly in the late afternoon sun, illuminating the town that surrounded it with a gentle glow. It was said that on the sunniest summer days, the knights beholden to the Arc dynasty could find their way home by the bright white tower guiding them home.

Trumpets would blow and banners would wave as the great Gallian armies returned home from successful campaigns to families, children, and friends. Yet time took its toll, and things changed. The Arcs joined the Emerald Emperor of Vale into one great allied Kingdom to stand against Albion's massive Empire, then allied with them against the menace of Atlas, Mistal, and Vacuo's attempts at world domination. The Arcs were reduced to Wardens of the North, then landed nobles, then middle-class landowners as their influence and the need for their leadership faded. Their cousins, the Pendragons, ruled Albion until abdicating with the collapse of that empire in the Great War, and joined them in the country as regular citizens.

Arc-en-Ciel was abandoned by the Arcs, and left to the democratically elected Council of Verdun. Then they got a new town hall, and the castle was going to be torn down. Yet the desire for tourism, and Isabel Arc's work in the medical field transformed the ancient fortress, and it took on a new mission. A new enemy to defend life from.

Within the castle, Instead of a grand entryway for horses, there now stood a wide, well-lit and clean lobby with couches, chairs, and a grand receptionist desk. The troops wore scrubs and doctor's jackets instead of full plate armor and mail. The Arc who resided in the castle did not wear a crown or fine robes: Just the same medical garb as anyone else.

She was about five foot nine, curvy from motherhood and exercise. Her shining blonde hair was held back in an elegant rope braid that swung behind her back. Underneath her white doctor's jacket, she wore a dark green dress with black stockings under flat shoes. A pair of glasses decorated her pointed nose, black-rimmed and round, which served to emphasize her aquamarine eyes.

She strode through the hallways, her gait quick but measured. A gentle smile was on her face as she walked through her hospital, with gentle nods to patients and staff alike.

"Doctor Arc!"

She turned to face an older woman with graying brown hair, tanned skin, and much wider curves in her purple scrubs.

"Yes Meredith?"

"You have a call on your private line in your office," she said, "It's from Beacon."

Doctor Arc frowned deeply.

"Any idea what it's about?" She asked, shifting her gait towards her office. Meredith easily matched the doctor's stride.

"Just that it's about Jaune," she said quietly. "You gonna be okay, Isabel?"

Doctor Arc shook her head, subconsciously steeling herself.

"I hope so," she said quietly. "Please tell the Director's meeting I'll be a little late?"

Meredith smiled in understanding.

"Of course, Isabel."

Doctor Isabel Arc went down the stairs and headed for her office. It was one of dozens of such offices, all with large windows to allow the epic vista that was the Albus mountain range to be seen. It did let her just make out her own farmhouse, near the old Arcadia Manor.

She took a few deep breaths as she slid down into the chair behind her desk. She quickly looked around at the many family photos she had all over her walls and desk. Her handsome husband, her seven darling girls, and her wonderful son.

Isabel rested a hand against one of the photos-The last taken that had all nine of them together. They'd been on a camping trip in Argus. All of them dirty, exhausted from hiking to the top of Mount Orias. All of them were smiling broadly though.

She had never thought Jaune would just run off like that. Not when he'd had such a great future ahead of him. She had hoped he would give up on becoming a Huntsman, come home, and make the best use of his talents in something much faster.

Nick had said to let Jaune go. Let him try. When he failed, well, they'd welcome him back. They'd teach him that just because he couldn't achieve one dream, that didn't mean he couldn't find another.

And yet...

She turned to her computer and activated it.

"Isabel Arc here," she said.

A familiar blonde woman with green eyes and very severe glasses appeared.

"Hello Isabel," Glynda said, looking tense.

Isabel sucked in a breath as her entire body tensed up.

"I was told it was urgent. Is Jaune...?"

Glynda shook her head, her expression gentle.

"He's safe and healthy, Isabel," Glynda said, "I am sorry if the message gave you any other impression."

Isabel's body slowly unclenched. She slowly nodded.

"That's good to know," she said, "So what is the situation?"

Glynda sighed.

"It's... Complicated," she said. "I would much prefer to discuss this with you and Nick in person, with the other parents."

Isabel frowned deeply in confusion.

"Other parents? What's this about, Glynda? Did...?"

Her eyes widened.

"Oh... Oh my... Am I going to be a grandmother soon?"

Glynda sighed.

"In... A manner of speaking," she said carefully. Isabel's jaw dropped.

"What do you mean?! Am I or am I not?"

"Again, you should come down and meet the other parents. It's going to require some explanations," Glynda said.

Isabel glared at the Deputy Headmistress of Beacon.

"What? Is the mother someone of great importance? Is there a huge scandal involved? Did my son end up with the Schnee heiress? Pyrrha Nikos?"

Glynda slowly nodded.

"Them... And nine other girls."

Isabel gasped in disbelief, holding onto the arms of her rolling chair for dear life.

"Are you telling me... My son impregnated eleven women?!"

Glynda nodded slowly.

"Yup. And I'm one of them."

Isabel fell out of her chair and down to the floor in a dead faint.

- - -

 

[RandomDragon]

*Slaps forehead*

whelp...that happend.

Niko is probably going to be grumbling about the arc genes going off or something...until they see the numerous would-be wives and get an explanation of the whole time-warp shenanigans going on.

 

[TechVest]

Comedic perfection! Though I wonder what went through Glynda's mind when she decided to phrase it like that. "Whatever gets her to shut up and get over here."?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

Gallia in Northern Sanus was a mountainous region, with great wide valleys between the Albus ranges carved out by great glaciers long ago. Yet there were flat wide plains in the kingdom turned province, especially further north towards the sea. The island Vytal, which held Albion, could be seen from the beaches of Port Accalon, a large Gallian city. It had once been Gallia's main port and had made the kingdom very rich. Now, Accalon was one of Vale's busiest shipping ports, sending and receiving goods from all over Remnant in quantities that were only rivaled by the capital city of Vale itself.

Great sea walls had been constructed around the city port. In the tradition of most Valean cities, they simply built another ring of walls out further from the older ones and put in more city and farms. Same with the sea walls and the expanded harbor: The older, smaller harbor walls sheltered smaller craft, while the gigantic sea walls allowed massive container ships to dock.

These walls were well guarded... But there were always weaknesses in the city defenses. Given the vital nature of Accalon, it was only natural for Hunters to be hired to deal with Grimm.

Nicholas Jacques "Nick" Arc was mostly retired as a Huntsman. Settling down in Radian after a fairly successful career as a Huntsman to become the head of the local militia and a trainer of militia and Huntsman was far more lucrative. Yet the seven-foot-tall blond man, built like a mountain of a man, with pale blue eyes and a broad grin beneath a bushy beard could never turn down the chance for a real battle again.

It simply wasn't in his nature.

It did annoy his wife, but she hardly minded the extra lien his "special" jobs brought in.

He stood in front of the western wall of Accalon, his six-foot-long railgun sword held behind his back. His armor plating was white and blue, with some black interlocking sections. A blue scarf waved from around his neck as his messy dark blond hair waved.

A gigantic crab Grimm, the size of a small car, trundled up out of the surf. It was joined by a few fellows, all hissing and clicking their giant pincers together ominously.

"Cancer, eh? Whoever named them that must have been a real asshole, huh Arjun?" Nick laughed. He looked over at his companion: A dark-skinned man in a purple and dark blue cloak, with white armored trousers, tall black boots, dark red eyes, and a silvery bow at his side. The dark-skinned man sniffed behind his balaclava.

"A most unfortunate name indeed," Arjun observed.

The first of the Crab Grimm charged... And Nick slashed it in half with one mighty swing of his sword. The blond man sighed, and jumped over the next, slamming his massive blade through it hard enough to shatter the Grimm. More of the brutes assaulted the two Hunters, but their lack of speed hampered their attack greatly.

"Ah... Isn't this the life?" Nick chuckled, ramming his blade through the face of a Cancer, "Just two good friends, drinking beer, killing Grimm..."

"Cheap beer," the dark-skinned man laughed, taking a sip before he raised his bow. His arrow crackled with Lightning Dust, and he loosed it with a keen eye. The arrow shot out into the surface, and detonated. Many Cancers were hit by the electric attack, and fell to pieces from the impact.

"That's ten for me!"

"That's cheating!" Nick growled, lopping off the claws of another Cancer before stabbing it through the face. "Eight for me the proper way!"

Arjun rolled his eyes, and let loose three more arrows, blasting apart three more Cancers.

"Thirteen."

"Grrr...!" Nick hefted up his mighty sword, and swung it with a roar. He triggered the Lightning dust in the hilt, and unleashed a railgun round empowered with a bolt of his massive Aura. A huge shockwave issued forth, blasting apart five more Cancer. "HA! We're even!"

Arjun just unleashed another Lightning Dust Arrow, and smirked with his eyes at his best friend.

"Eighteen."

"Hmph!" Nick pouted. He kicked another Cancer's claws off, before beating it to death with the hilt of his massive blade.

"So, how fares your son?" Arjun asked, "He was at Beacon last I checked."

"Well... He hasn't come home yet," Nick grunted, chopping another two Cancer into pieces. Arjun sighed.

"I know your wife likes to baby him, but honestly. If he wishes to be a Huntsman, you shouldn't discourage him."

Arjun unleashed four more arrows.

"Twenty-two."

Nick leaped up and cut through four more Cancers in quick succession.

"I agree but... There is something to Isabel's desire for a peaceful life," Nick said. He stabbed another Cancer with his blade as it tried to ambush him from underneath the sandy beach. "Twenty-three!"

"Yet you earned that through martial prowess. We all did," Arjun observed, once more putting arrows between the eyes of Cancers. "You and Isabel? Your happy life. Myself and Saia? A happy life, and our kingdom back. Twenty-five."

"Does anyone want their child to pay the same price though?" Nick asked, unleashing another Aura Slash on a group of Cancers. "Twenty-six!"

A truly gigantic Cancer rose from the waves, bigger than an Atlasian battle tank. It stomping through the surf, making the ground shake. It roared, as both Arjun and Nick stood up.

"Ah, the mother Grimm," Arjun stated, "Finally."

"Yep! Now that's a real challenge!" Nick laughed with a bloodthirsty grin, "Now we can-!"

A cheerful ringtone broke the tension. Nick tapped his earbud.

"Hm? Isabel, sweetie, I'm in the middle of something-"

Nick lifted his massive sword to block the gigantic claw of the Alpha Cancer. He was driven back by the sheer bulk and strength of the beast, but held his blade up firmly. Arjun leaped up and unleashed a volley of Dust Arrows, blasting the Grimm with Fire and Lightning. The Alpha Cancer swung its claws at him, but he dodged and darted about like a shadow.

Nick's eyes widened.

"WHAT?!"

"What? What is it?!" Arjun shouted back, taking out the beast's eyes with his steady aim. The Alpha Cancer roared in pain, as it reared back. Arjun fired off Ice Dust, freezing the beast in place. Nick charged up his Aura, his entire body and blade burning with white fire. He roared in triumph as he swung his railgun sword, ramming it right into the beast's underbelly. He fired four powerful railgun rounds into its body, blasting them right out the back of the Cancer. Nick yanked back his blade just as Arjun unleashed Ice Dust arrows through the holes. The Ice froze the water in the aquatic Grimm's body, cracking and shattering its armor from within.

"FINAL SLASH!" Nick bellowed, unleashing a gigantic Aura blade that cut the beast's belly apart. It collapsed into the tide, its struggles slowing and then ceasing as it began to dissolve. Arjun looked over at his best friend with a raised eyebrow.

"Nick? Nick, you all right-?"

Nick laughed giddily and thrust his sword up into the air.

"MY SON MADE ME A GRANDPA!" He cheered. "ELEVEN GIRLS! HE GOT ELEVEN GIRLS PREGNANT! AND THEY ALL KNOW ABOUT EACHOTHER!"

Arjun blinked slowly.

"... Your son is truly a man among men," Arjun breathed softly.

"I KNOW RIGHT?!" Nick laughed. "HAHAHA! LIKE ME, HE WINS AT ALL ASPECTS OF LIFE!"

"Except I beat you," Arjun stated, a bit smugly. Nick scowled.

"What?! I landed the final blow on that Alpha Cancer!"

"But I landed the killing blow," Arjun smirked.

"IT STILL ONLY COUNTS AS ONE!"

- - -

 

[RandomDragon]

whelp, the bear of a man that is Nick Arc is going to throw the ladies in a loop, especially if theres pictures of grandpa...or if grandpa arc is still around because Aura shennanigans, he is just having the time of his life along with his own father making Salems existance in the grimm lands annoying as they keep making a trebuchet somehow and throwing the corpses of disolving elder grimm at her tower. Not that they have breeched it yet, but the worrying cracks in the foundation does imply they are trying the tried and true and tested Water-Droplet carving technique.

of course, learning that the family expanded in such a large way? they will tell salem they will be back in a year before they bring MORE arc's to join the fun!

Salem just groans in agony...the mad scorpian fears and hates the arcs...because last time he tried he nearly lose his tail (and was used to make anti-venom for weeks on end because his arms and legs were dislocated enough that salem had to expend allot of saved up resources to get him back).

 

[Trilonias]

Huh. No note here on how you wanted to make Arjun May's father here as on SB. Though in the chapter where May and June talk May mentions she is an orphan and was there when her parents died of illness, so that would have to change. I think it's better off that she isn't related to Arjun myself though.

Love the premise. Looking forward to when the parents meet. Well for those who still have parents. Also looking forward to how different each timeline is, especially since Xia spoiled it a bit to her mom, Yang.

Will some be darker futures than others?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Huh. No note here on how you wanted to make Arjun May's father here as on SB. Though in the chapter where May and June talk May mentions she is an orphan and was there when her parents died of illness, so that would have to change. I think it's better off that she isn't related to Arjun myself though.

Love the premise. Looking forward to when the parents meet. Well for those who still have parents. Also looking forward to how different each timeline is, especially since Xia spoiled it a bit to her mom, Yang.

Will some be darker futures than others?

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Depends on what Sift Green wants to do since it's his fic and I'm just helping out.

And yes, there will be.

- - -

If someone had told her when she got out of bed that morning that she would be spending a good chunk of her afternoon in the medical wing waiting for complete strangers to wake up she might have looked them in the eye and asked 'Why would Cinder need me to do that?'

Amethyst had wanted to check up on her friend Moses after they had finished lunch, and so Emerald was in the medical wing waiting for complete strangers to wake up. It was fascinating in a way, the stranglehold her daughter had upon her even though they had only met this morning. The small part of her that was still a street rat trying to survive in a big and scary world was telling her that throwing herself into being someone's primary pillar of support when she had just lost her's was a terrible idea, but what else could she do?

Moses groaned and shifted in his bed and for a moment Amethyst and Emerald had their focus completely riveted to the boy, but he didn't wake. With that false alarm over Amethyst went back to designing a new set of rings on her scroll, and Emerald found her eyes drifting across the way to the other patients of the medical wing.

Ash and Ashley, the burned twins. Cinder's children. Living evidence that her former mistress actually had room in her heart for someone else.

Just not her.

That was a fact she needed to get through her stubborn and bleeding heart. Even now some small treacherous part of her wanted to call Cinder and beg for clemency, to regain the clear direction and purpose of her mistress' plans. Emerald squashed that part with the hindsight blessed knowledge that Cinder always put her own happiness before Emerald's, and that meant any future that ended in her own happiness couldn't come living beneath Cinder.

It honestly hurt to look at the twins and think the thoughts they brought to her mind, and part of Emerald wanted to leave so she wouldn't have to. But Amethyst wanted to be here for her friend, and she needed to be strong for Amethyst.

A welcome distraction then came into the room. Dorothy, the time displaced daughter of Ozpin's right hand woman Glynda was entering the infirmary. The blonde girl waved off the nurses as she made her way into the room, and it didn't take long for her to join Emerald and Amethyst at Moses' bedside.

For a brief moment Emerald felt her hackles rise as Dorothy seemed to size up Amethyst in a way that Emerald didn't like, but that sense of unease was for not. Amethyst looked up from her scroll and smiled at Dorothy, and the taller blonde flinched. Dorothy's countenance was suddenly all sheepish awkwardness, and an uncomfortable silence stretched out as Amethyst's smile went from welcoming warmth to polite confusion.

"Ahh..." Dorothy finally managed, "Can I sit next to Moses?"

"Sure!" Amethyst beamed as she popped out of her chair and went to get another one. In short order Dorothy was in the chair by Moses' bed, and Amethyst was in a new chair right next to it showing Dorothy her current project while whispering in hushed tones to not disturb the sleeping boy.

Listening to her daughter prattle on about goldsmithing to a captive audience was a delight, and it was more than enough to keep Emerald's mind off the burned twins and the implications their existence brought. Or at least it would have if Ash and Ashley weren't just across the way, occasionally shifting in their sleep and muttering barely audible cries for a parental figure. These cries were so quiet in fact that Emerald might not have even heard them...

...if they weren't occasionally murmuring for their Auntie Em amidst the normal calls for mama and daddy.

And with that the small treacherous part of her mind was whispering again, spinning yarn about how she could still be a mother if she contacted Cinder and devised a plan to get Jaune away form the others...

...THAT idea Emerald crushed with extreme prejudice. If that was a viable option Amethyst would have come from the same timeline as Ash and Ashley. She didn't. Standing with Cinder could only result in borrowed motherhood via borrowing Cinder's children. If Emerald wanted to preserve her own flesh and blood she needed to stop entertaining any thoughts of returning to Cinder's shadow...

...Why was that so hard? Cinder tried to kill her this morning! This should be EASY!

Emerald's self recrimination came to a halt as a large group crowded around the Infirmary's main entrance, and at it's front stood Jaune Arc. Amethyst's Father. A man who helped her get over Cinder in a another time and place, as evidenced by Amethyst.

The crowd piled into the reception area and remained there while Jaune split from them and approached her group around Moses' bed.

"Hey Emerald," Jaune began in a warm yet uncertain tone. "Can we talk?"

Jaune held out his hand and helped Emerald out of her seat, the two of them making their way just a little bit further into the infirmary where they wouldn't disturb the still sleeping patients.

"So I'm not really sure where to start," Jaune admitted with an apologetic tone. "I mean if we want this ting to work we need to get to know each other. We've talked with each other a couple times before, but from what I understand that was you putting on a face so you could spy on my team. How much of the real Emerald was in those conversations?"

"I don't know," surprise filled Emerald's eyes as that answers slipped out from her lips. She hadn't meant to tell him anything like that! But now that she had, she might as well keep going, "For as long as I've known her I've always been the person Cinder needed me to be. I'm not really sure who I am without her."

"Have you been with Cinder your whole life?" The concern in the blonde boy's voice was oddly soothing to the parts of her heart that still ached.

"No," Emerald drooped as old memories came to the surface, "But I wasn't in a good place before she found me. I was a street rat before she took me under her wing." Emerald chuckled darkly, "My semblance lets me manipulate someone else's senses, making them perceive the world the way I want them to, and how was I using it? To pickpocket people who looked rich! With a semblance like mine I could have been living on easy street! But there I was, squandering my talents stealing barely enough money to make ends meet. I was a lowlife with no ambitions beyond my next meal, a nobody going nowhere."

Emerald's voice grew hollow, "Before her I was nothing. Where does that leave me now?"

"More than nothing," Jaune affirmed, "And I'm not just saying that to say it. I was sick a lot as a kid: there were plenty of days when I couldn't do anything for myself. The fact that you survived on the streets means you were never that worthless, right?"

Part of her wanted to tell him that he shouldn't be self-deprecating. Another part was latching onto the glimmer of positivity he was trying to push forward like a shipwrecked sailor clutching a life preserver. The two impulses ran headlong into each other, killing any words trying to form and leaving her only able to nod in response.

"And you have a direction you want to go, right?" Jaune went on, "If you have a direction to go you can always end the day in a better place than where you started it. That's what my dad told me when I was feeling down, and he spoke from experience. He started life on the streets but set a goal to be a huntsman. That got him here to Beacon where he met and impressed my mom. He married her and became an Arc, and today he's the beloved patriarch of our branch of the family."

Jaune took Emerald's hand in his and looked her in the eye with more compassion than she had ever felt sent her way before. "Feeling like you're a nobody just means you're free to become anybody, you just need to know who you want to be."

After a pause, Jaune frowned.

"That sounded better in my head."

Emerald snickered. Then she giggled.

"That's... Really silly and cliché," she softly mocked. Jaune winced.

"Er..."

"But... I know you meant it," she said quietly with a blush on her dark cheeks. Jaune beamed.

"Every word."

Her heart was soaking in that sincerity like a sponge. It felt good, and it flowed into all the cracks and rips that had been building up all day. For a moment Cinder's looming shadow was completely gone from her thoughts, and as that moment ended she ached for its' return. Fortunately she could see a path to more moments like it within the blue eyes before her.

"Well I'm not exactly sure about who I want to be, but I have a general idea," Emerald allowed a small smile to grace her lips, "If you're willing to help me figure out the finer details?"

"Definitely," Jaune beamed at her, and Emerald let her heart soak it all in again. Exquisite.

A comfortable silence grew between them, and for a moment all that existed in Emerald's world was the warmth of her hand in his and the tenderness of his gaze.

Then two loud groans caught their attention, and they turned to see Ash and Ashley sitting up in their beds and stretching.

Ashley looked their way and blinked with bleary eyes, "Dad? Auntie Em? Why are you here? Did I wake you up? Sorry, I just had a new nightmare and..." Ashley had been reaching up to rub the sleep from her eyes, and so she touched the scar upon her face, "...oh..."

Emerald took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. The twins weren't their mother. She could be kind to them without compromising her future, or Amethyst's.

She gripped that thought tightly as she followed Jaune to their bedsides.


- - -

 

[Diver]

And now the real awkward part begins. I can't wait to get to know the twins some more!

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

It wasn't like Taiyang Xaio-Long was completely ignorant of his daughters' exploits. The insurance bills and Qrow kept him up to date on a lot of their... Exploits.

Even so, to have Glynda Goodwitch calling at this hour was unexpected. He held back a wince and sat down at his desk as the holoscreen blinked urgently. Zwei, ever loyal, hopped into his lap. Taiyang patted his loyal corgi, and calmed himself. The potpourri he had just add to the room helped him maintain his focus, the scents of lavender and Frankberry wafting through the room like a calming breeze.

Only then did he hit the 'answer' button on his computer.

"Taiyang Xiao-long speaking?"

Glynda's face appeared, looking grave. Taiyang held his breath.

"Glynda?"

"First of all, Taiyang, your daugthers are all right," Glynda said firmly. Taiyang let out the breath and smiled a little.

"Oh thank goodness... So! How much did they destroy this time?"

Glynda winced. Taiyang blinked rapidly.

Since when does she wince?

"Nothing we couldn't cover," she said slowly, "Your premiums will be unchanged."

Again, Taiyang's heart soared as relief replaced anxiety.

"Oh good, good... So! What's up?" Taiyang asked brightly.

Glynda coughed.

"Well... It's a bit difficult to explain..."

Taiyang blinked. He scoffed.

"What? Did some boy knock up one of my... Girls...?"

Glynda's wince became worse. Taiyang blinked... And then his eyes narrowed. Zwei wisely hopped off his master's lap and put some distance between them.

Taiyang's Aura flared into existence like a furious bonfire of rage. His eyes burned scarlet as his hair waved and turned into pure white flames. Lightning began to crackle around him as his chair was burned to a crisp.

It completely ruined the aroma of the room, but this was immaterial.

"WHO TOUCHED MY RUBY?!" Taiyang snarled.

"Ruby? What about Yang?" Glynda blurted out.

Taiyang paused, and then shrugged.

"Well, her getting teen pregnant is less surprising. I'm still gonna kick the ass of the guy who-Wait, BOTH OF THEM?!" Taiyang demanded, clenching his fists so hard the air crackled around them. Zwei whimpered.

Glynda nodded.

"Well yes, sort of... Not yet though."

Taiyang blinked a few times. His Semblance petered out.

"Huh?" He asked intelligently.

Glynda sighed heavily.

"It's honestly a bit complicated and-"

Ozpin poked his head up from behind Glynda.

"X-Ray and Vav, issue 198," Ozpin stated blandly.

Taiyang blinked a few times... And his eyes widened.

"Time-travelling children from the future?"

Ozpin sipped his coffee mug and slowly nodded.

"Mmhm."

Taiyang blinked.

"So... Ruby and Yang's future kids came back in time-?"

"Along with thirteen other children by different mothers but the same father. One Jaune Arc."

Glynda blushed and glared at Ozpin.

"Is it wise to be so blunt about things?!"

"Taiyang is in the know about much already, we can afford to be a bit more open," Ozpin said, "Besides, you're personally invested in this situation and I wanted to make things easier for you."

Taiyang blinked rapidly as Glynda's blush deepened.

"Wait, your future kid-?"

"Just get here already!" Glynda said sharply, glaring at him, "The other parents are coming and so should you!"

"Did you tell Qrow?" Taiyang asked.

A disheveled, muscular man in white and black stumbled into the room, blinking the hangover out of his eyes.

"Tell me what?" Qrow yawned.

"Yang, Ruby, and Glynda. X-Ray and Vav, Issue 198," Taiyang recited.

Qrow blinked a few times in disbelief, his brain processing all this. He gaped.

"Time travel?! Future kids?!"

"All by one father," Taiyang said with a wry smile. Qrow narrowed his eyes.

"I knew it. I knew that Arc kid was another you! Another freaking blond himbo with harem powers!" Qrow glared at Ozpin. "How could you let this happen again?!"

"Personally, I blame the parents," Ozpin observed wryly, as Glynda's blush deepened.

"Can you all please act like adults for five minutes?" Glynda demanded.

"I wouldn't be talking, Miss Future Cradle Robber," Qrow pointed out with a smirk.

If looks could kill, Glynda's would have been an Atlasian cruise missile. Taiyang frowned.

"Jaune Arc... Jaune Arc... He's not the son of Nick and Isabel Arc, is he?"

"The same," Ozpin said. Taiyang grinned and cheered.

"WOOHOO! Rich and stable! Come on, Qrow! Let's go meet the grandkids and our well off in-laws!"

"And beat the shit out of mini-you?" Qrow asked.

"Yes and stop calling him that!"

"Never!"

"No violence against Mister Arc! The temporal situation is so unstable we have no idea what might happen!" Glynda ordered angrily.

"Right, wouldn't want to harm your future baby daddy," Qrow observed.

Glynda's glare felt like an MRI machine starting up at full power. It was so intense, Zwei hid under the couch.

The men managed to stand their ground, just barely. They'd had to deal with Raven, after all.

"Just get here as soon as you can!"

"We will, we will," Taiyang said cheerfully.

"And congrats Glynda, on escaping your apartment full of cats," Qrow tossed in.

Glynda's eyebrow twitched, and the transmission abruptly cut out. As though the electronics on the other end all abruptly exploded due to some unknown but violent force.

Taiyang looked over at Qrow in concern.

"You do realize she can kill you, right?"

"Hasn't killed me yet," Qrow chuckled. Taiyang rolled his eyes.

"Yet being the operative word..."

- - -

 

[TheFabulousCustodes]

"We will, we will," Taiyang said cheerfully.

"And congrats Glynda, on escaping your apartment full of cats," Qrow tossed in.

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Ooof, that's a solid burn. Qrow's gonna pay for that one.

Thanks for writing!

 

[BlueRanger O-Doom]

I love how Tai has his priorities straight.

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

For a man with as bad a luck as him Qrows ofdly brave on pissing off Glynda

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

Athena Nikos sighed in her country manor in Mistral. She looked out upon the gardens of her estate, standing in repose. She was a beautiful woman, with long red hair and a figure that rivaled her daughter's. She wore a red house dress and expensive jewelry. She was surrounded by the very finest of furniture in tasteful arrangements.

Her daughter had brought her family so much success. So much glory. And yet... And yet...

"OHHH I CAN'T HELP BUT MISS HER!" Athena wailed, turning and rushing over to a gigantic, wall covering poster of Pyrrha. She sobbed and pressed her hands against the poster. "OHHHH! WHY DID I AGREE TO LET HER GO TO BEACON?!"

She bit on a handkerchief as rivulets of tears poured down her cheeks.

"I should have just said no! But my foot down! But she's such a good girl! I couldn't refuse her anything! Ohhh...!"

A tall, thin man with a five o'clock shadow and short curly blue hair entered. He wore a simple black suit and tie. He sighed.

"You really shouldn't cry like that, Mrs. Nikos," he stated, adjusting his large glasses, "You're ruining your makeup."

"To hell with my make up!" She sniffled, "Orestes, can't you be a little sensitive? My little girl is off at Beacon all on her own!"

Orestes Nemes sighed again.

"I am aware, ma'am," he said, "But that's typical. Besides, she wanted to be somewhere away from her fame."

"But what if my daughter needs her mother?!" Athena cried. "I should call her again! I can call her right now!" She pulls out her Scroll and dialed. Her eyebrows twitched.

"What?! Blocked again?!"

Orestes gently pulled the Scroll out of his employer's hands.

"You really need to not overdo things, ma'am," he said gently. He helped Athena up to her feet, even as she whimpered. "She's doing just fine, and you shouldn't smother her. She's left the nest. Let her spread her wings, hm?"

Athena sniffled... And then bawled. She hugged Orestes tightly.

"Ohhhh Orestes! You're soooo kiiiiind and wiiiiise!"

Orestes sighed quietly, and patted her on the head.

"There there, ma'am. There there-"

Athena's Scroll rang. Orestes hummed, and checked the caller ID.

"Miss Glynda Goodwitch, from Beacon, ma'am," he said, opening up the Scroll. Athena gasped as she saw Glynda's face.

"GLYNDA! GLYNDA! Is Pyrrha okay? Is she hurt? Is she doing well? Is she eating right-?!"

"Yes, no, yes, yes, YES," Glynda sighed. She shot a commiserating look at Orestes, one the fellow put-upon servant returned in mutual understanding, "However, there is an unusual situation that has sprung up involving her and... Jaune Arc."

Orestes raised an eyebrow. Athena grabbed the Scroll.

"What?! What is it?! Did they get together and ELOPE?! IS SHE PREGNANT?!"

"No, no! And... I mean... It's rather complicated," Glynda sighed, "Let's just say we require your presence, along with Jaune's parents. But please, keep it calm and restrained? This situation is delicate enough."

Athena glared harshly at Glynda.

"Come on Glynda! Is she pregnant? I can take it! I can handle it! If she has to take a year off from her career, that's fine! I'll even babysit the sweet little thing!" She sighed happily. "Ohhh! What if the baby has her eyes and his hair? Or the other way around? They'll be SUCH beautiful children!"

Glynda looked over at Orestes pleadingly. Orestes coughed.

"Ma'am, I'll make the travel arrangements."

"DO SO! And we must buy baby gifts! Supplies! My grandchildren will NOT do without! I need to make sure they're shown as much love and affection as possible!" She pointed dramatically out the window. "MAKE IT SO, ORESTES!"

"Yes ma'am," Orestes deadpanned.

"I'LL MAKE THE REST OF THE ARRANGEMENTS!" Athena wailed, rushing off like a charging bull. She went right down the stairs, and out the front doors without opening them. Orestes watched her run off, and sighed heavily. He looked back at the Scroll.

"You don't know how lucky you are," Orestes deadpanned.

"Oh believe me, you have no idea of your own luck," Glynda sighed.

"Tell me... Is this Jaune Arc a good man?" Orestes asked. Glynda nodded.

"He is."

"Good. I won't have to kill him," Orestes stated. Glynda scowled.

"Given your background, that's not funny at all."

The former Mistralian gangster grinned and spun a butterfly knife around his fingers.

"You can either laugh at the universe, rage, or cry. I think laughter is much more suitable, don't you?"

Glynda closed her eyes and shut off the call. Orestes sighed, folded the butterfly knife up, and tucked it into his jacket. He walked down to the ground floor, and walked out the wrecked doors.

On the front lawn, a small airship lay burning on the lawn. Athena, covered in smoke and grass stains, smiled nervously at her butler/bodyguard.

"Um... Orestes? Eheh... I kind of forgot I don't know how to pilot an airship. Can you fly the other one?"

Orestes sighed heavily.

"Never a dull moment..."

- - -

 

[Diver]

I always love the trope of the butler/personal assistant being a scary motherfucker in their past and just keeping a "sophisticated" facade until it's necessary to commit violence again.

 

[Blackicefox]

Same

 

[Bommel]

"GLYNDA! GLYNDA! Is Pyrrha okay? Is she hurt? Is she doing well? Is she eating right-?!"

"Yes, no, yes, yes, YES," Glynda sighed. She shot a commiserating look at Orestes, one the fellow put-upon servant returned in mutual understanding, "However, there is an unusual situation that has sprung up involving her and... Jaune Arc."

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Wait, those are 4 questions and 5 answers.
So does she say yes to Glynda, no to if Pyrrha is okay, and yes to the rest?
Or did Glynda just say double yes to one of the last questions in confusion (which would be pretty easy in this situation).

Now the question on how panicked is Athena going to interpret those answers when she's thinking about it during the flight to Beacon.

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Honestly nice to see a mother of Pyhrra thats not a raging bitch.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Wait, those are 4 questions and 5 answers.
So does she say yes to Glynda, no to if Pyrrha is okay, and yes to the rest?
Or did Glynda just say double yes to one of the last questions in confusion (which would be pretty easy in this situation).

Now the question on how panicked is Athena going to interpret those answers when she's thinking about it during the flight to Beacon.

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That is what I was going for. That Athena is often so overwhelming Glynda will just say whatever she has to in order to calm her down.

And yeah, the interpretation will be interesting.

Honestly nice to see a mother of Pyhrra thats not a raging bitch.

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I mean I wrote her that way for White Knight Errant, but she honestly has ZERO characterization (not even a name) so you can have her be whatever you want based upon the story. I felt that her being a bit smothering and overly dramatic might fit Pyrrha's psychology just as well as if she was a controlling emotionally abusive bitch.

 

[Trilonias]

Would you say that the one time we see Pyrrha's relative is her sister, aunt, mother or cousin? Does Pyrrha have any other family in this fic? So many unknowns here.