'Sup! This is a new idea I'm tackling, continuing with what I had said before on breaching story ideas that are new or I just haven't found yet and are assuming will be my unique idea.
Pretty much, Jaune will be in a world, a massive fantasy/sci fi world where life is a game, and if you want specifics I don't mention in the first chapter or just want insight into this, just ask. Haven't been really active for a while, but writing is difficult in many many ways, something all us young writers know. And the difficulty being something we despise with a passion.
I'm not going to make Jaune too OP, I will go for a more drawn out thing, but don't expect a piece of art or something horribly drawn out.
I'm all for the shorties and you know it.
Don't expect everything to be perfect, but if anyone with gaming knowledge or fantasy or sci fi type knowledge would like to help or offer advice, I'm all ears.
Today was supposed to be a normal day, just simple routine, like clockwork. Start the day, prepare for classes, suffer through lectures and torturous physical training in Combat Class, train with Pyrrha and rinse and repeat, with small team and friendly get togethers with team RWBY.
Of course, with the now splitting headache and painfully tingling numbness that's encased his body, Jaune Arc was beginning to think that wasn't the case.
As his head began to clear slowly, he felt something cool and wet cover his forehead, and as the tingling left in waves, leading to a sharp after pain of blood settling, did he finally realize he was lying down. On what or where, he wasn't sure since his eyes still hurt a bit from his headache to open.
There was a wave of cool spreading from his forehead through the rest of his body, and he swore he could feel the cool feeling spread through his bones and blood, rushing and climbing through his body like the rush of blood one would feel after a limb had been asleep for far too long.
Deep sky blue opened with a hazy sheen of blurriness from waking up, and as it cleared, his eyes met warm brown wood and the shadow of someone looming above him. The cool wetness left his forehead and the familiar sound of a wet cloth being turned over a bowl or sink rang out in the empty...room. This wasn't his dorm, that's for sure.
"Finally awake, eh?" His eyes scrunched in confusion as his recently opened blue orbs began drying, requiring the moisture his eyelids would provide. That tone...it was feminine, strong and lightly accented, the accent he couldn't place.
He could've sworn it was familiar, but he couldn't place it.
Fully opening his eyes, deep blue met bright purple, framed by a lightly tanned, girlish face spattered with freckles over the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Pitch black braids of hair hung over her face, dangling down as her face loomed over his at a comfortable distance, her hands blocking his vision yet again as the same wet cloth dabbed at his temples and forehead, magically finding the places as yet another bout of throbbing headache was finding itself rooted.
A churning found its way through his stomach and travelled through his body in violent spasms, his body shooting ramrod straight as the girl in front of him guided his body forcibly, but not unkindly, towards a black waste bin by her legs, which was also where the contents of his stomach found themselves just missing as the sharp scratchiness of stomach fluids pooled in the waste bin.
Jaune felt his back being rubbed in slow, calming circles, small trails of vomit and spit dripping out of his panting and gaping maw, the acid taste sizzling in his mouth and his throat scratched painfully.
After a few moments, he slowly relaxed upwards into a sitting position, him finally realizing what he was lying on and getting a good look at his female companion.
The room was rather spartan, with the only decor being a bookshelf, dresser, four glass pane window and the silky smooth sheets of the bed he sat upon. His companion, however, was anything but plain.
His eyes met bright purple again, noticing an odd twinkle of emotion he couldn't place, but the calming smile and easing looks of her smooth face made him relax. On her person was some form of black coat, a duster if he remembered correctly, with a dark crimson scarf wrapped around her neck, where her front braids dangled, a long black braid of hair flipped over her right shoulder, the end tied tightly by some sort of purple elastic.
The oddest portion of her person was the leather armor that covered her chest and shoulders, as far as he could see, with dull chrome metal plates on her biceps, and the under clothing resembling a somewhat thick shirt slightly covering black jeans, criss crossing dark brown belts loosely, yet snuggly, placed over her waist, the thighs and shins also covered by similar dull chrome armor plates, with black boots lightly stained by wear and tear.
A low sound of a clearing throat snapped his eyes to his unnamed companion, whose eyes stared straight into his.
"See something interesting, huh?" Her tone went cold and slightly silent. Jaune blushed furiously in embarrassment and fear. Oh god, he just woke up and was caught ogling some girl...he awaited some form of slap or some form of physical reaction he would've normally received, judging from the tone, but slight laughter made him cautiously eye his companion.
"Don't worry, Noobie, you ain't in trouble. It's sort of expected from the Noobs." Wait, huh? Speaking with a bit of pain thanks to his raspy throat, Jaune asked,
"I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" Spitting some sticky residue into the quickly smelling waste bin, his still unnamed companion having produced a glass of cold water from nowhere, but he still took it gratefully, sloshing around a few swigs and spitting them out, finally ridding his mouth of the horrible acid taste, and then began sipping down the rest, easing his aching throat.
He heard more laughter, only this was accompanied by a hand to his back, patting softly.
"Well, how do I put this?" She placed a hand behind her head, scratching slightly with an odd expression on her face. She sighed, "There isn't any real way to break this to you, but...
"You're not exactly on your planet anymore."
What?
It took a few minutes, but after calming down an extremely confused and slightly panicking Arc heir, Jaune was led to the window, his legs almost giving out as the blood fully reentered his lower limbs, but he got his bearings quickly.
What he saw was the most beautiful and shocking thing he had ever seen, and he had seen Nora's rather impressive handwriting, so comparing the bubbly bomber to what his eyes were feasting on was rather hard to comprehend.
The window lead down a cobbled street atop a low raised hill, several dozens of houses and signed businesses lining the streets farther down, separated by more cobble roads for turns and intersections.
But despite the hill being not too high, he could clearly see the thousands of buildings that extended as far as he could see in a clearly curving circle, a massive wall encircling the entirety of the massive city, with several areas housing massive trees or clearer areas for what, he couldn't see.
But what was rather impressive and shocking was what his eyes were slowly rising for, his line of sight travelling up the incredibly tall spire, his eyes nearly straight up as the very tip was just beyond view, just past the cloudline.
It was elegantly carved for its size, with several branching "roots" at the base rising to what looked like a castle embedded into the "trunk", with the spire slightly curving inwards before smoothing outwards into a massive half dome he could barely make out past the lightly dotting clouds around the city.
What was even more impressive was the view he could see past the distant walls: massive, distant mountains, a smoothly curving river disappearing behind lush hills and trees, entering the barely visible glimpses of an ocean.
The distant streets were alive with activity, distant stalls littering a massive circular clearing, which connected to an even larger space that circled and disappeared behind the massive castle spire thing, an absolutely giant splotch of a rainbow of colored stalls and buildings.
"That's where we got ya', like every Noobie." Following her finger, Jaune noticed what looked like a bulge in the base of the spire, but it circled around, just barely within his view. Blinking, Jaune let out a dumb 'huh' in agreement, his tone low and dumbed down in shock and comprehension.
A rather exaggerated cry from his companion made him turn, where she had a palm buried in her forehead.
"How could I forget," She looked up with a smile, an imprint of her palm on her face, "Name's Rebecca, Rebecca Storms. You?" Rebecca...nice name.
"Name's Jaune Arc, uh, nice to meet you Rebecca." He got a happy hum in return. "Also, sorry for, you know, your bin." Rebecca raised an eyebrow before the smell hit her nose, and she rushed to open the window.
"Ah, it's no problem! Happens to every Noob that shows up, travelling between worlds isn't really easy on the body I guess."
Jaune raised his eyebrow. "You weren't a 'Noobie'?" He stepped backwards to let her back away from the window, where half her body wasn't dangling anymore.
"Nah, I was born here, but my dad was." Walking to the other side of the room, Rebecca opened the door out, her duster swishing slightly in her quick pivot.
Quickly exiting, he jumped slightly as some sort of fox, zebra thing walked past, the black muzzle opening and gripping a handle of the waste basket, and he watched in fascination as the four foot tall creature walked past him, not bothered by having its wet snout so close to expelled stomach fluids.
It wasn't the thickest, body wise, but the legs thick with muscle and long, bending forward and back as the muscles beneath were clearly flexing with each step, each paw a pitch black, the black fur lining up the back of the legs and coloring the underbelly, the top was a snowy white. With pointy ears and a zebra's mohawk, the fox shaped head striped black under the big, almond black colored eyes, white freckling the snout.
Jaune's hand was brushed by a twin pair of white and black tipped tear drop like tails, which felt like the smoothest, softest velvety fur he had ever felt. He watched as it walked down the hall, disappearing as it turned a corner.
He began walking again, his...wait, where were his shoes? And his armor now that he thought about it.
He didn't notice earlier, but the weight of the plate mail he had become so used to was gone, and his feet were only covered by his socks. Guess travelling world' knocks some basic motions loose.
That...that wasn't very comforting.
It finally hit him, as he exited the closet, that this was no way Remnant, his home, and that the fact he may not see his friends and family again really struck something in him. He looked down, but shouldered on, plastering a fake smile on as his eyes met Rebecca's.
"So~, what was that?" The raven haired girl rolled her eyes, her ever present smile still unmoving.
"Looks like you met Tears. Cute, ain't she?" Well, getting past the bizarre hybrid looks, he had to admit the fox, zebra thing, Tears, was kinda cute. Actually, "Yeah, but why 'Tears', though?"
"Well, she's a Hyra-canid, a cross between a member of the canid family and a Hyra jackal, they kinda look like zebra', but they're more dog like than anything. Named her Tears because her tails look like tear drops, and she seemed to like it, so…"
That...that was interesting.
"Could it be possible I could get a Hyra-canid for myself?" Rebecca looked at him for a moment, pondering, before shrugging.
"You could, my family got lucky and found her as a pup, but if you wanted one, I suggest you talk with one of the BT', they're located in the center of the Citadel, in the Market district."
"'BT'?" Jaune was all kinds of confused, making him realize he needed to learn things, and fast.
"A Beast Tamer. Hyra-canid' aren't found around here, usually in the mountains or the desert, but they're bred here and trained as companions and house pets. I'd recommend, if you do get one, look for one of the Combat breeds. Those would help you out on any adventures you take, but even then, getting one, letting it get used and close to you, and caring for it, tend to cost a bit, so you'd need plenty of Kol if you want one."
Kol sounds like currency. Why did she say "Adventures"?
"What do you mean by 'adventures'? What makes you think I'm gonna go around exploring, and requiring a 'Combat breed', as you call them?"
Rebecca simply stared at him as if it was obvious.
"Well, let me explain first: when a Noobie arrives, it's random, so no one knows the specific date for one to arrive, but the signs at the Gate, where you arrived, are pretty obvious. The Gate seems to have a name of it's own, the entire Tree itself seems to have its own mind and actions, since it just pulls people here at random. And yes, that giant spire is a tree, an Arch-Tree to be exact." So she noticed his jaw drop…
"Anyways, the Gate doesn't just drop people off all willy-nilly, it gives off Arch runes, something the Science division has spent a lot of time deciphering them, for about as anyone could remember. These runes pretty much give a description on the Noobie dropped, and you know which one they talk about then there's multiple Noobies since the runes cover your person.
"I can't read the runes myself, but the guys at the Science division could, and it took one look at you and the runes to know, because it, apparently, read off what you are and could do. In your case, it read you off as someone trained and training in combat, and your physique matches that claim, or so I was told when I took you in."
Jaune looked at her.
"So...a giant, cloud piercing tree grabbed me from my home, dropped me here, gave off what I am and what I do to people, and it said I'm training in combat, so now it's assumed I'm gonna be going on adventures?"
"Want to be a farmer, or an accountant instead?" ...touche.
"Alright, I can agree with that...so, what now?" Rebecca smiled and began heading to the front door, exiting the living room, just as plain and spartan as the room he stayed in, and he followed, before stopping.
"Uh, I don't have any-pamf!" Looking to what just hit his face and fell into his startled arms, Jaune sweatdropped at the black boots. They were his size, perfectly so.
"Your welcome."
If Jaune thought the view from the window was amazing, then actually being in it was something else entirely. Walking the cobble roads, he stood close to Rebecca as they entered, what looked like, the Market district, if the increasing crowds and colorful stalls and shiny wares were any indication.
Jaune looked around, his eyes drinking in every sight, all the way from the extremely huge array of fashion and armor, to the hybrid looking animals here and there. His hungry eyes soon froze as he saw something shocking, two somethings.
One was the two six foot tall metal robots with an impossibly thin waist for a human being and their V shaped visors, their bright silver colored bodies connected to circular joints, holding the limbs together, where clawed fingers were holding long, boxy rifles with a glowing blue rod acting as the barrels stood guard by some brightly clothed woman shouting into the crowd, gesturing to the shiny jewelry and colorful stones on her stall.
The second was that many of the people at the stalls were talking with the merchants, which wouldn't be weird had the people not been swiping their hands down, a row of floating circles appearing and them tapping at the somehow just appearing, "windows", of boxes and text.
This place, the place which looked so fantasy and old fashioned like had robots, that he was noticing many more of standing guard by buildings or people, their visors glowing as they conversed with questioning passerby', the odd type of firearms appearing on many people, even though all had some kind of melee weapon, staff or bow on their person, and that they could use some weird type of magic that looked oddly familiar.
"Come on, Noobie! I can explain everything when we get to the shop!"
Well, let's not keep a lady waiting...
So..did I do good? Something you'd like to see expanded on?