It was a rather normal night, the shattered moon shining past a few clouds up above. Within the outskirst of a kingdom called Vale, a simple transport train with a small law enforcement squadron riding aboard was delivering dust to a nearby city. Why would a transport train delivering "Dust" be surrounded by guards armed with assault rifles?

Well, considering Dust is the reason for people not be constantly under fear of being butchered by monsters called grimm and an increase in quality living, you could see why. Said resource was also been recently becoming increasingly more valuable to a terrorist organization known as the White Fang who procured it through the means of violent robbery, so now the situation definitely called for higher defensive measures.

Hopefully for this transport, the delivery would go smoothly tonight.

(Screeech!)

Never mind. Something was amiss, as the train had made a sudden stop. One of the guards at the front part of the train decided to make his way check up on their conductor. "What's going on, jenkins?" He asked as he entered the main car. He froze as he saw the reason why through the front windshield. "What the hell?"

Outside and about a few yards away, a group of four faunus pedestrians were near a car was waving at them. From the lookes of it, they must've broken down and must've required some assistance. "Goddamn it, of all the places to get stuck. Come on, lets help these goof balls so I can get on with my night." The conductor, a middle aged balding man, grumbled.

"We?" The guard asked, not seeing why he needed to help.

"Yes, we. I'm going out to help a group of strangers. And besides, the more help, the better." The conductor reasoned. The guard gave him a reluctant nod and followed him out. The moment they were halfway between the train and the group, both men turned around as gun shots began to ring off behind them. Then the sounds of clicks and rattles came when their backs had turned and the last sight their mortal eyes got to witness was the smug smirks of armed strangers.

Damn. The conducter was just a week from vacation.

"Two nights ago, a SDC owned dust train was found in the forest of Vale, utterly demolished and bereft of all dust inside. Authorities have confirmed that this was the work of terrorists and-"

"BORING!" The childish voice of a teen boy yelled unenthusiastically. "Like that nasty business wasn't confirmed on the spot." He blurted as he shifted the radio to something more appealing.

Hey, yeah, I wanna shoop, baby

Ooh, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy uh

Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Ok then, chillin', chillin'
Mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with som

"Now this is my Jam!" Happily sitting on top of a highway overpass and drawing a picture, or doodle, of himself pumbling a well dressed man while a pink and black haired girl cheered him on, was a scraggly haired blond, blue eyed devil in a hoodie with chest plate and shoulder pad armor, a sword sheathed at his hip and two Atlesian Sig Sauer MPX submachine guns on his back.

He stopped for a moment, turning towards the very late afternoon sky with a smile on his face. "Hello there dear readers. My name is Jaune-belouise-Rigardo-Alfonso-Arc, it's short and sweet, the ladies love it. But you can refer to me as Alfonso for short... No? Fine, Jaune it is then." He said as he turned in the direction of a convoy consisting of motorcycles, SUVs, and a dust transport. "My oh my, it looks like my rides are almost here. Author, be a doll and explain them please."

Most certainly you nefarious fuck. Inside those vehicles are White Fang terrorists, most likely under the leadership of one Roman Torchwick, otherwise known as prince fuck boy by Sir Jaune over here. You see, he and Roman have a little history together, a not so good one, and during our heroes brief recovery, word in th underground was Roman was leading White Fang in Vale. As of now, they both just so happened to be in the neighborhood, so Jaune figured he could pay said old buddy a... welcome of sorts into Vale. Well, not him specifically as of now, but his associates would do.

It's not like Jaune was fond of terrorists anyway and you know what they say, the friend of my enemy is also my "friend".

"Many thanks, you unlovable keyboard nerd." Jaune said as the transports became closc and he stretched his limbs. "Now, let's put in some Maximum Effort." He leapt of the ledge headfirst.

Inside one of the SUVs, gentle music played as the four goons drove in peaceful silence. All was well until a blond teen entered via crashing through the ceiling window. Jaune elbowed the left goon in her throat and jabbed the goon on his right in his left eye. The goon next to the driver looked back only to receive a foot to the face and smacked against the window. Jaune then grabbed the left goon and used her to block some bullets from a not so nice motorcycle rider outside.

Using his superior leg strength, he kicked the corpse through the door, consequently breaking the door and subsequently into the motorcyclist, bringing his pleasant drive to a permanent halt. The kick also him to squish up against the goon to his right and elbow his nose into a nice crooked position. Jaune then crawled up to the front seats and displayed his art to the front faunus. "Excuse-y pizanos, have you seen this particular cabron?"

His answer came in the form of the driver's womanly backhand launching him into the embrace of the previous goon who acquainted Jaune's face the back of the driver's seat. "Dude, is this from Mistral? Noice." The compliment didn't seem to ease the terrorist's tension, for the front passenger pulled out a pistol to shoot Jaune as the back goon tried to hold him in place.

Jaune, being of greater strength, easily resisted the restrain of the back goon and dodged the bullet. Once he was free, he grabbed the back goon and threw him into the front passenger, making him aim his gun at the driver just as he fired the gun and shoot his lady friend in the hand. While she reeled in pain, Jaune decided to relieve her of driving duty by knocking her out with a little neck bone adjustment before jumping up to the front himself. "Hold on you guys, I've played GTA all my life, I've got this!"

Sadly for them, he never got his license for certains reason pertaining to his character and his GTA driving skills weren't exactly... the kind to keep a car in one piece. He had an artistic passion for car crashes. Which is what they did not a few seconds later, tumbling and crashing in the middle of the highway overpass like a ten year olds toy and holding up traffic. Miraculously, Jaune wasn't hurt and everyone else, being the goons, were dead. He sooo got off easy this time.

Jaune wasted no time in exiting the out of commision vehicle. "Ah man, I just realized I could've used the cigarette lighter and one of those terrorists for a joke. Dammit. Oh well, this story will probably take a while, so I got time I guess." He said, popping his arm back into place. Just in time too, for the terror squad had just arrived and the civilians had already vacated the area from the sounds of it. Jaune smirked and put on his negotiation face despite them being unable to see it from behind the wrecked SUV. "Hello my fellow senpai! I, Jaune Arc, ask for you to bring me info on one Roman Torchwick's location! In doing so, you avoid physical trauma of the heinous variety! What do you say?!"

The apparent leader shook his head. "There's a dozen of us and one of you! You're outgunned boy, give up now!"

Jaune stroked his chin absently. "True, but you're all outmatched!" He pulled out his guns, dual wielding them as he backed against the vehicle. "Last chance for that offer!"

The leader scoffed. "Even if we knew who he was, we wouldn't give you his location!"

"Wait, what! Ya know, Roman Torchwick, current big time baddie of Vale?!" Jaune refused to believe that these guys weren't

"We're transfers from Atlas and Mistral! We're kinda new and jumping on the bandwagon of Dust stealing for the cause!" A guy yelled before being shushed by a cohort.

Jaune froze. "So you guys are of no real use to me... You can't be serious?!" He yelled comically before kicking some rocks away. "Damn, I planned an interrogation montage and everything. Well whatever. Doesn't mean I can't screw over someone today. Might as well be White Fang in general." He muttered before facing the direction of the White Fang guys. "Okay, new offer. Give me the Dust and I won't send you into death's sweet bosom!" He received no answer. "Hello. Hey, you better not be ignoring me! My social skills only improve when I can BE social!"

Instead of talking, he heard two sets of footsteps from either side of the down vehicle coming towards him. He shook his head and smiled. "Fine. Fun way it is." Just as the two came to flank him, Jaune bounced off the vehicle's underside and aimed his guns in the goons direction. All three opened fire and only our hero was left standing.

"As if that turnout was surprising." He chuckled, before jumping right over the SUV with a vertical twirl, firing his weapons at two terrorists by the car and running forward under a hail of bullets. Unlike his adversaries, he was far less in tune with his self preservation instincts, but had the durability and skill to last under the quick assault and make it to another car for cover. "Okay, that's four out a twleve baddies and I've got bullest for days! Let's wrap this shit up kiddos!"

"Motherfucker!" Some guy yelled from the other side of the car, shooting out the glass as he aimed for Jaune's silhouette.

"Eeep!" With a manly scream, Jaune ducked down on the pavement. The goon rushed over to the car and jumped on the hood to fire some more.

*Click* *Click*

"Out of bullets?" Jaune asked, clearly concerned for the out of ammo soul. "Lemme help with that." Being generous, delivered bullets via his gun, depositing them into his skull before he winked. "Remember kids, count your bullets." And he noticed what was in the man's belt. "And remember your grenades."

On the other side of the highway. "Keep him pinned!" Three of the terrorists complied with the lead guy's order and showered Jaune's area with bullets. "Come on, they'll keep down while we -"

*BOOOM!* *BOOOM*

"-Shit!" A grenade went off between the cars, either pushing them or utterly destroying them with engulfing flames. Only four of the remaining White Fang were relatively uninjured compared to the ones caught in the blasts. "Ugh, guh! The freak, where is he?!"

"Sir, I've got sight of someone, but isn't the boy!" Said a fully functional goon, pointing somewhere beyond the heavy wreckage.

Indeed, it wasn't the boy, it was a woman. A woman with an authoritative look that fit with her cape and wand. The way she was walking to them so confidently and after having to deal with that freak boy, the current leader didn't wanna chance the situation. "Take her down!"

The lady stopped and shook her head in a disappointed manner. Then she brought up her wand as they were about to open fire.

Let's stop on their adventure here, we already what's gonna happen to them. But what of Jaune, our main boy. Let's back track to immediatly after the explosion.

"Remember your grenades." Jaune quickly grabbed the belt as bullets came from a wide angle, letting the body receive more bullets, from his friends no less. "Two nades, huh." He shook his head. "That'll do ." He pulled the pins and rolled them from his position in a Y arc. The moment they went off, Jaune felt the vibration in his pants and instead of the vibrator, it was his scroll. He recieved a text from his good friend.

Opening it, the message was [ Passing by now. Hop on.]

"Kukuku, just as planned." He laughed, holstering his weapons before leaning backwards over the overpass edge and letting gravity run its natural course. Rather than crashing onto the pavement or into some random chumps car, he landed head first into the backseat of someone's open convertible as it drove by. The getaway driver was a rather large gruff man with short hair and beard wearing fancy dress shirt and black vest. "Hey Junior, long time, no see."

"Just the way I liked it." He grumbled as he closed the convertible. "You've got two favors left."

"Three if you count the overall family debt, Hei." Jaune said mirthfully, though Junior did tense up a bit since his real name was used. "So, how's about some snacks and a few drinks sound?"

"Depends. You gonna pay this time?" Junior felt he already knew the answer to his question.

Jaune gave him a thumbs up. "Maybe." He giggled seeing the look his buddy's face. So dejected and grumpy. "In all seriousness, I'll probably pay. As rent of course."

"No." Junior didn't even hesitate for a second. "If you're going to go on a manhunt for who's essentially given my men work and can trace your shit back to me, then no. The favors don't go that far." His grip tightened on his steering wheel and his eyes narrowed. "I'm taking a big enough risk as it is just driving you."

"Ugh, you're such a pussy." Jaune groaned, kicking the back of Junior's seat like a toddler to the man's very visisble chagrin before stopping to lean forward, leaning on the back of the driver's seat with elbows against them and hands tucked under his chin. "You know women get excited when their with men who have a sense of danger. I bet you could only get a woman wet with one of your drinks. By throwing it on them."

It took every ounce of Junior's self restraint to not backhand Jaune with his knuckles. "Whatever." He grumbled, refusing to play the psycho brat's game, much to said psycho's disappointment.

"Nice comeback." Jaune relaxed against the seat and looked out the window as tey passed diffrent buildings, people, and other stuff. "Hey, is there a dust shop and/or workshop around here or naw?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Might get some renovations on lefty and righty." Jaune answered, looking over one of his MPX, Righty. "Dust cased bullets never hurt the user. 'Cept that one guy. And that other guy. And his cat." He listed off, looking right dowd the barrel.

Junior rubbed his eyes with one hand, using his thumb and index finger. "Dust Till Dawn." He sighed. "I'll drop you off around there." He put an emphasis on the around part.

Jaune smiled, putting away his gun and reclining against the seat. "Thanks you, my good chauffeur."

"You're not welcome. Remember, two favors left."

"~three, Hei~" Jaune reminded him in a sweet sing-songed voice.

"Just shut up until we get there, okay."

"Where the hell does he find these morons?" In the middle of the street lied two men with broken bones and scarred prides, a teenage girl in a red and black hooded dress with a sniper scythe standing in the middle of them completely unscathed in the previous skirmish. One man, the white suited, bowl hat wearing guy who said the previously spoken sentance stood there between three other guys, baffled by their inept performance. "What are you three standing around for? An invitation? Get rid of her." He ordered.

"Or you could just surrender now?" She suggested with little malice. "Never too late to turn it all around." She said with a heart warming smile.

"It is when you have a literal and metaphorical gun to your heads." Bowl man said, aiming his pimp cane at them, making them flinch. "~Now get going~."

They all complied and rushed at the little red while bowl hat made his way to a nearby buildings rooftop, paying little mind to the sounds of scythe swinging and cries of pain. It's not like the bleeding heart was killing them, not that bowl hat would care. For a split second he stopped though. He heard gunfire, but it wasn't from little red's sniper. It was a quick burst from a ligther weapon. A submachine gun. He shook it off. "More incentive to get up this goddamn ladder."

He barely had taken a few steps on the building when little red arrived. "So persistent." He muttered as a bullhead rose into view. He jumped aboard and pulled out a red dust crystal. "End of the line red!" He threw it.

*Bang* *Boom*

Before it could even get close, someone else shot at it while it was dangerously close to th bull head, making bowl hat flinch.

"HEY, ROMAN!" That voice. Bowl hat, Roman was officially having a mildly shit night. "What's up, testicle tickler!" It was. The Arc boy, the boy who just can't stay dead.

"Of all the places to be - Cindy, we've got a hunter on our tail!" He rushed up to the cockpit. The woman in a red dress steering rushed out of her seat while Roman took the wheel. She saw the problem and sighed, clearly not amused by Roman's incompetence with teenagers. Using her powers, she set down glyphs of some sort on the roof beneath the teens' feet.

Jaune recognized that power and grit his teeth in anger, putting this magical bimbo on his hit list despite her nice legs. He turned to the little red girl beside him "Red, bail!" He tackled her out of the way of the explosion in time to avoid a majority of the fiery blast. The bullhead was gone before they could even get up and dust themselves off. "Run all you want, I've got your scent you crispy cocksuckers!"

"Um, do you know them?" The girl beside him asked.

"The bowl hat wearing bastard is Roman. I don't know the fire chick though." Whatever, he had her number for the death list now. He immediately did a one eighty in mood as he faced the red girl. "Nice moves back there with those wimps. And cool compact sniper scythe by the way."

"Oh, thank you." She happily whipped it out on full display. "It's my baby, Crescent Rose. Made her myself." Jaune whistled witb an impressed look to red's pleasure. She looked at his weapons and cocked her head. "MPXs and a Sword combo?" She asked.

Jaune looked humbly at his arsenal. "Yep. My babies, Lefty and Righty." He said holding up his guns before putting them away. "And my family heirloom, Crocea Mors." He said, holding up his sword. "I know, range and melee separately, so passe. But it gets the job done."

"Nothing wrong with the classics." She told him with a smile. "So what's your name?"

"Jaune. Just Jaune." He gave her an elegant bow. "And who might this little badass be?" He asked, pointing to her.

She giggled. "Ruby Rose. Next top huntress." She declared proudly.

Jaune hummed and cocked an eyebrow. "Next top huntress, huh? I myself am a freelancer of sorts."

"Like a mercenary? Aren't they bad?" She asked, hoping that wasn't the case. This could be her first friend in Vale after all.

"Depends on how you look at it. Some hunt bad guys and monsters and others hunt good guys and monsters." He puffed his chest out and jabbed a thumb at his chest. "I deliver justice to those who deserve it." He stated heroically.

"Whoa." Ruby's very first friend. And he's practically a hero. "That's so cool!"

"I know!" He cheered just as excitedly before putting on his heroic face. "Now I have to take my leave and bring justice to these lawless streets! Stay vigilant, young Ruby!" He jumped off the building, landing laike an agile cat and ran off leaving an ecstatic Ruby behind.

Said girl pumped her fist into the night air. "I can't wait to tell Yang about this! This night was amazing!"

Meanwhile, inside the Dust Till Dawn building. "Salesman! Are you unharmed?" Jaune asked with his booming hero voice, his imposing figure standing over the elderly man.

"I am. Again, I'm grateful for you and the girl's intervention. If I can repay you, don't hesitate-"

"Free cases of elemental dust if you please." Jaune wasted no time in cashing in the favor, dropping the heroic shtick. "And directions to the nearest workshop would be very appreciated." Dust packed bullets for his MPXs. If that idea wasn't good, let be known that Jaune's definition of good was highly personal.

"Well I actually have a workshop in back. More of a workbench though." The shop owner replied. "It might suit your needs for a quick mod."

"It'll do dusty man, it'll do."

"By the way young man." The shop keeper put a hand on his shoulder. "You wouldn't happen to be a resident of Vale would you?"

"Nope. I'm a tourist." Another word for illegal.

"Still, be careful when you step in like that. Criminals can see your face and they can look you up if you push them to hard. They'll do terrible things to you and your family."

"Hmmm." Those words of warning struck a cord with Jaune. Not because of worry mind you, as he doubted any goon could handle him, let alone one of his family. But he remembered something along ths lines of secret identity his family always talked about. In fact, majority of his family wore masks of some kind when they were on "bigger than usual" outings. He was relatively new compared to them and dealt with small stuff usually.

But that was just it. He dealt with simple criminals usually and his public presence was minimal at best. Not to mention, his big sisters always happily took care of stragglers and rats. Now he was in a new turf, a more populated and no doubt wary law enforcement filled turf. A bit of a spicy zone really. Plus, for some reason, the law dogs didn't like freelance mercenaries despite hunters sort of being the same thing in his opinion. Eh, nepotism.

Anyway, he needed a mercenary persona as of now. "Hey, old man. Know about any costume stores or the like around here?"

"So, do you care to explain?" The lady in red, Cinder fall, asked as she took a seat in the passenger seat next Roman who was currently piloting the bullhead. She could see a bit of underlying fear and nervousness back there when the teens came. It wasn't from that girl in red, but the wanna be street knight.

"Is that rhetorical?" He nervously replied, keeping his vision focus on what was directly in front of him in an effort to avoid eye contact.

"Explain, Roman." Cinder folded her arms. "Why did the teenage boy frighten you?"

"I wouldn't exactly say I was frightened." He mumbled.

"Roman." She hated when people delayed in answering her. If fear gripped him, it should only be because of her, not some nobody.

"It's a long story, Cindy." He sighed. "So I'll cut it short and tell you what you need to know about him. First off, let me tell you that he isn't a teenage boy. He's a developing freak who won't stay down..."

AN: My redo of the "Arc perspective" fanfiction. Felt that him just going to Beacon and automatic connection to Ozpin wouldn't cut it for me. Hope you guys are okay with the story change.

Anyway, for the new peeps: So, this is a story of RWBY where Jaune and his family have a familial semblance linked with some form of mental instability. With it, comes not physical power, but a mental one.

His craziness is inspired from Deadpool and Malkavian Vampires from Vampire: the masquerade. Check 'em out if you haven't.