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"It is really a shame, in this world of darkness, the amount of lights we see snuffed out prematurely."

"But isn't that the better for things such as you and I? More for us to take."

"Perhaps. Perhaps not."

"I wonder where they go…"


"Uncle Qrow!" That was the yell of a small, redheaded child as she bounded out from within the house and out into the front. Garbed in an oversized red cape and a similarly colored top and shorts, albeit with some tasteful black accents, a blur of motion had tackled the large man. Thankfully the small stature of hers didn't make for a very good battering ram, so he stayed upright.

"Hey kiddo." He smiled, his voice slightly gravelly. On a thought he gave her a noogie, the twisted hair causing her to grimace and pull away. "Hey!" She pouted, trying to set it how it was before. "You know you don't have to do that so hard. I might be older but it still hurts."

"You'll live." He brushed it off. "After all, you're a huntress in training right?" She nodded. After all, she had been at Signal for a year now. He would know, being a teacher there of course. He shook his head. "Alright then, let's go inside and see your siblings."

Siblings. That word echoed in his mind still. To this day, Qrow was never quite sure why Taiyang had adopted. He had seemed quite busy and altogether quite happy with the two girls that he already had. That, and the burden of being a single parent would only increase with a mouth to feed. Yet something within his heart had somehow compelled him to do it. Not that he was saying it was wrong for him to do so, but he didn't understand why at the time.

The child was an enigma, he thought to himself as he walked in through the door. There was Yang, the eldest, currently locked in a stalemate with the adopted one in a versus round of Soaring Ninja: Path to the Eldest. A boy, actually. Maybe that was the reason that Taiyang got him. But that was too shallow. After all, he could have chosen one from nearby centers. But why from Mistral? A Faunus, too? And not to push the acts of one's family onto the children, his history?

Maybe he was looking far too into it. Probably being a bit too obvious as well, he had caught his attention. He paused the game, bringing a shout from his sister who had been in a middle of a five hit combo before he turned her around. Greetings similar to the one he had given Ruby were given, but with less noogie. He had learned the hair lesson with Yang long ago.

And that left the adoptee. He should stop calling him that in his head. Dust, he had thought they were more familiar than that. Onyx, that was his name. Legally Onyx Blackbourne, however his student papers read as Onyx Xiao Long. It was an odd combination, but it felt more comfortable to have a sister at least in name apparently. It was almost strange, to look at him. One might think that he might have caught on to the family trend of bright red, yellow and oranges, but apparently he had a style more akin to Qrow's. Grey hair with long bangs going to about neck length in the back, green eyes and slightly pale skin, which caused him and Ruby to seem more related by blood than the reality. Likewise gray and black colors garbed the rest of his body, from the shirt which zipped up around the neck in an alternating black and grey to the black sweats with a long gray stripe down each outer side. An addition of black hiking boots made him appear almost monochrome, if that was the word for it. He noted the addition of armor on his shoulders and forearms, lightweight pieces of metal meant to allow more ease of movement compared to tanking blows. Was he planning on going out for some training?

"Sup kid." He greeted to Onyx. He watched him smile, albeit a tiny bit awkwardly. "Heya Uncle Qrow." His ears twitched slightly. "How's Signal?"

"Same old, same old." Qrow shook his hands in a grand arc as though dismissing the issue. "Grading papers, shutting down for the summer. Nothing you'd care about probably." Onyx nodded in agreement. Qrow paused for a minute. "Tell you what." He began. "I'm gonna go have a talk with Taiyang, we'll catch up later. K? You look busy anyway." Onyx began to protest, but in a burst of speed Ruby had suddenly appeared at his controller and unpaused the match, Yang resuming her combo. When had she gotten back there?

"K. That's fine. I need some practice in anyway." Onyx said. Trotting up to his room, he heard the call of "Make sure not to stay out too late, you know how Grimm are. I trust you to stay safe."

"Got it, got it."


Onyx wasn't an idiot.

He knew he was wanted. He had no delusions that he was some sort of Cinderella boy that was mistreated by his family. Quite the opposite. He had a loving foster family, and two awesome siblings that he never would have had should he still be in Mistral. But that was the thing. They were foster family. No matter how much he loved them or they loved him, it would never change where he came from.

Liars. Murderers. Thieves.

He was happy to say that he hadn't met the worst of racists in his lifetime, but many prejudices had been used against him and his race. The worst thing was, they were right in his case.

The memories were fuzzy, but his childhood...was not good. Poverty, yelling, the whole shebang. Then, one day, an officer came in and his mother had broke down crying. A shooting, they had said. Flash forward a few weeks later and Onyx suddenly found himself utterly alone in the world, his mother in prison for grand theft after attempting a robbery on a store to pay rent.

It was bad, thinking about that in his head. It was always a fear in his head, that he would turn out like them. He didn't want that. So instead, he had followed another path. It had been when he met Taiyang, on that day. Not to be cheesy, but he really had been the sun for him. He had shown him another path he could take on life, another role he could choose. Be a huntsman, defend the weak and powerless. It resounded within his soul, a new goal that had set the fires of passion.

He would like to say he took to it like a fish to water, but to be honest? He wasn't great. He was no super slugger like Yang, nor did he have the odd utility and accuracy of Ruby's sniping skills. What he did have, was good study habits. Maybe not much alone, but at least it helped him with theory. Tactics when facing certain types of Grimm and whatnot. While he couldn't say that he was some sort of all knowing god, it at least made up partially where his combat skills left something to be desired.

He paused, realizing that in his thought he had walked a ways away from the house. Very far away, in fact. Ah well, he knew the woods like the back of his hand. He could always find his way back. Anyways, he should get some practice in, like his Uncle had mentioned.

From the sides of his belt, each held by a single holster, was his prized babies. True beauties, both of them. Admittedly, also some of the few color he had in his outfit. Punk, and Poetry. Admittedly he hadn't named them himself, that was the supposed slogan behind the model. He had made it himself however, with some help from Ruby. Although the original model had been for magnums, he had repurposed it for a pair of dark green revolvers, each shining with a luster from loving polish. He wasn't a freak about his weapons like a certain redhead, but he wasn't a slacker about it either. Unfolding them, either manually or with the slight push of a lever, made them expand into their melee form, a pair of warfans with a feathered edge. Poetry a light sea blue, Punk a deep red. The setting of the colors on the metal had taken forever, Onyx remembered. Combining the outer edges of the two caused a loud grating sound to sound, not unlike the gears of his Uncle's scythe, as they combined and resized, becoming perhaps the world's most unnecessarily large folding fan. About 2 meters at full extension from side to side, he mostly used it as a club in this state, for bashing heads in and the such. He found it easier to use when they were separate anyways.

Done admiring himself for the moment, he disconnected from those thoughts for a bit of target practice. Loading the individual bullets into the gun, he took a deep breath before releasing the safety and beginning. Two shots. Each grazed the side of a tree. Onyx would have grimaced a long time ago, but he was used to it. While he wasn't too bad of a shot now, holding a gun in each hand didn't exactly do wonders for his aim and stability. Even so, he had become used to it. Most grimm tended to be of a larger stature anyway so it shouldn't be a problem. He ran through a round in a couple of seconds, quickly reloading while running a distance, as though getting distance between himself and a target. He blasted another barrage of bullets into a thicker tree, a satisfying crunch coming from it. Apparently this one was a bit old. He reached to reload, but came up short. Whoops, seemed he had forgotten the rest of his ammo at home. Better go back and get some. Well, he still had his dust rounds, but that was for emergencies. He didn't need them, ever really.

"Growl…" from behind him.

Onyx cursed his luck. It was certainly the kind of thing that would hear him make a statement like that in his mind and put something like this in his way. He turned around slowly, ever so slowly. Large, imposing and angry, an Ursa Major huffed at him. Blazing red eyes and larger back spines showed it as an adult, not good news. He could take on maybe one, but he had a sinking feeling that if he just found Papa Bear then Mama Bear and her cubs would soon be coming. Weighing his options in that split second, he ran.

Tearing off into the forest, Onyx felt a sting as a branch whipped past him and cut him on the cheek, which actually hurt a lot more than one would think, even with aura. Crashing through the undergrowth like an idiotic hare, Onyx was all too aware of the indignant roar from behind him, followed by the not too far off echoes of it's twin. Yup, that was mama bear.

He could see the road now, far in the distance. From there he could just shout and Uncle Qrow would be able to get to him on the double. But in between there and here was an unavoidable clearing, followed by another quick dense section of trees. While he was grateful for the open area, that also meant the Grimm behind him had no obstructions.

"Roar!" From behind him. Way too close. He barreled into the clearing before taking a chance, turning around and firing a round of fire dust. A snarl emerged from the Ursa's mouth, but it continued even when he shot it again. A berserker rage? He began to run again but suddenly it was upon him again. It's claws dug deep into his aura and he yelled in pain as he tried to get out of its pin. He needed it to get off of him, he was already feeling spent. The world was turning black around him, and not just from fur.

"Get off of me! Urgh!" He yelled, in pain as it's claws tore into his sides. In an impressive display of strength he pushed it to the side and stood panting, about to draw his guns and finish the thing off. Shame though, he had forgotten about Mama Bear.

The piercing agony of having razor sharp claws tear through one's back raced through Onyx's mind until all he saw was nothing.

The dead tend to do that sort of thing.


"Disappointing. I had expected more." a deep male voice.

"Really? He's just a child. Be a bit more sensible." Female, lighthearted.

"If I was a sensible man, than I wouldn't be myself." another male, but of higher pitch.

"Now now, you two. Quiet. Soon he will awaken, and we'll see if this one's small excerpt can become a saga."


Onyx felt nothing.

It wasn't even the supposed nothingness of not performing a specific action, he could at least in those times feel around him. No, there was nothing here. No light, no sound, just himself. Yet somehow, he could see. He looked himself over. His body was completely healed, not a scratch from the forest. A quick inventory check also showed his guns at his side, with the surprising addition of a fresh supply of regular ammo. Who had done that, and when? Where was he? He attempted movement, but only managed to spin in a circle with nothing to push himself off of. He settled for the only other option.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"See? I told you. He's awake." The higher pitched male

"Yeah yeah, whatever. He's my responsibility so I'll deal with him." the female again.

"Damn right you will."

"Shut up for once, could ya?" She stalked off into the void.

"-nyone there?"

And suddenly there was. No flash of light or any dramatics, but suddenly before him was a rather interesting character. The only thing he could use to describe was...pink. It was almost like a motif. A small girl with shoulder length pink hair and a sleeveless white shirt with pink stripes on the side and a pair of pink jeans which in his honest opinion didn't look too great at the moment. Her pale skin complimented her outfit, sort of, and he noticed that her eyes matched her hair as well. How strange. He got that people tended to have their differences in style, but this was pushing it. Even for a place like Vale.

"Are you done ogling me now?" She asked, clearly bored. Onyx blushed and turned away, embarrassed. "Don't worry about it, I knew you meant no harm. After all, I can read your thoughts. He looked up again in surprise. Come on, don't be like that. Right now that'll be the least of your worries." She pulled out a piece of paper from seemingly nowhere. "Sorry, I had some notes for this. Anyways…" she began.

"You're dead." Onyx blinked. Okay, that made sense. Before the emotional impact could hit him on that however, she continued. "Before you freak out on the whole 'omigod, am I going to hell' bit, I need to explain a couple things to you." She took a deep breath. "See, you and I have actually interacted before. Not like this, though." He looked at her, confused.

"The easiest way to explain this is...I'm a god. Goddess. Jumpchan, Goddess of Heroes and Jumpchains." Goddess of heroes and...what? She sighed, apparently having read his thoughts on that one. "It's fine, you wouldn't have any idea what those are anyway. How to explain it...you ever read one of those books where they have multiple universes that they go through?" He nodded. While not quite a bibliophile, he did indeed have a sizable fiction stash in his room. "Well, they were right. There are multiple universes out there, although most people will never be able to do so. You've already done so, albeit that was a giant accident on my part." Onyx waited, still really confused.

"Reincarnation also happens a lot, by the way. So when you got demolished by an eighteen wheeler when crossing the street in your past life, by the way you had a past life, your soul kinda sorta got sucked through a hole in the universe to this one instead of the afterlife you should have gone to. You became bit of an anomaly and fate thus conspired to keep you close to somebody important people, keep tabs. My bad. Now, normally…" She waved her hand and a rip in the black expanse tore open, revealing a cloud expanse. "I would send you to the afterlife of your choice. But, you've been interesting." She strided forward and bopped him on the nose. He frowned and wiped at it. "An element that never was supposed to exist. That happens a lot, very common actually, but you never got to do anything. A story cut short. I don't like that. See, I like to consider myself an entertainer, along with a group of friends of mine. So, I thought to myself…" she paused for dramatic effect.

"What if I hit the 'continue' button on this story? That's why I'm offering you the position of Jumper." She waited, as though expecting a response. Onyx blinked.

"...What the heck is a Jumper supposed to be?" He was barely following this convoluted conversation as is. Jumpchan sighed.

"Right, you don't know that. Basically, I have a power called "Jumpchain". Hence the name, by the way. Through my own creations, and the efforts of Chainmakers, I can send you across dimensions. The catch though is, you need to be entertaining to me while also surviving the time you spend there, normally ten years. On the bright side, you get to keep what you gain along the way into the next world. I'll even throw an interdimensional warehouse into the deal. How about it?" She was clearly looking for a move on.

Onyx tried to digest this. Basically, she had the power to move people from dimension to dimension somehow. But he wanted to stay right here! She seemed to know what he was thinking again. Actually, scratch the seemed bit. She was probably still reading his mind.

"Alright, fine. You know what? I'll throw in a deal. Do a set amount of jumps for me, and I'll send you back here for a while through the Chain that was made for this world. Is that a good incentive bonus." He nodded. "I'll take that." He said confidently. "As long as I can see my family again...and not be dead, of course." She seemed to take his answer in before nodding to herself.

"In that case…" the black world suddenly ripped apart and they were far above the sky, looking down at a bright and color planet of rich green and blue. Strange animals flew through the air below that he could not make out properly.

"Welcome to Jump Number One. The World of Pokemon!"