Welcome to Jaune's Odd Experience DX


Jaune shook himself out a bit after Pyrrha took a few steps back. The tingling on his cheek as he glowed white was probably indicating that his cut was healing. Into a tiny scar or no? That'd be a little weird. And because it acted so quickly he had a lot? Weird way to put it, but cool! Maybe he'd be able to turn it into some sorta projectile or something, like on TV!

...Jaune laughed a bit as he and Pyrrha resumed walking. "Not laughing at you, just thought of something funny. How much of what we do is depicted right on TV again? I don't watch much any more, but I heard about what's popular now and then." That got the redhead to think for a moment, arms behind her back while humming.

And that was his cue to turn back to the path in front of them, no need to turn her opinion around so quickly. Time passed nicely in that manner, just talking about some things not related to the almost certain death that lurked around them. Given Pyrrha's experience, this was a good thing. Less negative emotions being exuded meant less chance the Grimm would feel like attacking you. Unless you got too happy and too close, that could provoke them too.


"IT'S NOT A RELIC, PYRRHA! I-I-IT'S NOOOOOT!"


Jaune looked back at the three fighting the Deathstalker. "We've gotta help them!" He did not like the way Nora gave a determined look and started to "Nora, no no nonononono no-AAAAAHHH!" The sudden change from crouching to flying was not particularly enjoyable. Still, he had Crocea Mors out and ready. Time to use it. He might not be trained, but Jaune's aura still sent strength to his limbs as he beat back the giant pincers with Pyrrha.

No one noticed the slight golden tinge his legs took on as he jumped back a bit, thinking of a plan. That month binging on strategy games did work, it looked!


Jaune slowly yawned and sat up. It was a weekend, the third one he'd had since coming to Beacon. Team JNPR had quickly settled into a good routine, in his mind. No one disturbed his beauty sleep when Friday ended, and it was only... 8:30 AM. Late for most people at this school, but Jaune felt it worked just fine for him and his former public school going ass. On days off like this, anyway. His eyes ghosted over the pale giant coated in gold armaments before he started going abou

The blond focused on the giant. That was floating there. It was about a meter from him, and Jaune didn't have anything wrong with his eyes, so he was able to look at what it had without any problems. That was a surprising amount of hearts on a thing that looked so intimidating. "Uh... hi?"

The giant didn't respond. Merely looked at him impassively. ...this guy had a LOT of muscles. Why wasn't he saying anything? Jaune brought a hand up to rub his eyes a bit, and on lowering them saw the giant had disappeared. Well. That was weird. Maybe he was a bit more sleepy than he'd thought. But what sort of waking dream would have THAT sort of thing show up? Eesh. The team leader went to take a shower, hoping that he'd waken up late enough for the hot water to come back. Who'd have thought Ren could take so long in the shower if allowed?


Jaune hadn't mentioned the giant to anyone, mostly because it hadn't appeared any more and he didn't want to be laughed at. It was especially weird that he could still recall what the giant looked like with perfect clarity. Almost like he were looking at himself. If Jaune were a pale giant of muscles wearing gold armor and perpetually frowning.

He'd tried to recreate that look in the mirror once a couple days ago. It had been quite humorous to see himself trying to look so serious, and trying to make a mask from his fingers hadn't made it any better. At least Jaune knew that wasn't a vision of the future or something. Wouldn't that be a worrisome Semblance?

He had noticed something weird when sparring with Pyrrha though. Occasionally she'd stagger as if the sword swings he sent her way were stronger than Jaune and his partner knew were possible. He'd tried to channel aura into his limbs the way she'd instructed, and while that was still a failure to do consistently, he had still managed to stagger Pyrrha four times in their last ten training sessions. He'd raised the question of why a random rooftop of Beacon's dormitories, and her reasoning had been sound enough at the time. Still, he doubted that the champion would be able to keep him from falling every time.

Sitting down to lunch, Jaune decided to train his aura channeling again. Pushing down on the edge of his tray gently, he slowly got the bit of metal to crumple under his finger. Grinning, the blond tried to undo the damage before digging into his food. Beacon definitely had some good stuff to choose from, especia-dammit, Cardin...

Jaune wondered what his classmate's problem was, and clenched his fist a bit. As his friends focused on the abuse, no one noticed the gold tinge his fist took on for a second. One of the many girls nearby felt something odd in the air, but dismissed it as a random feeling. She got those every few days. It might have a name and reason for that name, but she was fairly sure that no one in her current year had the ability as she did. Quite a few had the potential, that was for sure. But none were able to make theirs tangible the way she could.

As the rabbit girl went on her way, slightly teary eyed from pain but with her lunch tray untouched, everyone went back to what they were doing. Which was eating their own food. Some took their frustration out on their food while others were a bit more vocal. Jaune was of the former category. What he wouldn't give to knock that darn guy down a peg or five...


Training had halted quite abruptly as Jaune stared at the reason his sword swings were so much stronger. Pyrrha couldn't see it for some reason, but she knew it was there. The quickly forming bruise under her corset was proof of that. "...and you're positive you can't see this thing? This thing that is floating right here, in the open, after leaving a dent in your armor?"

Pyrrha nodded a bit, grimacing a bit as breathing wrong made her side flare up. "I am. That sounds like quite the Semblance, to make a man out of thin air. My own is a bit more inconspicuous. I'm sure we can figure out how to work this into your strategies. After all, no one will expect to get hit when your shield is blocking their attacks." Okay, maybe a bit less talking for now. No need to make it worse. Just breathing would make the bruise move against her corset, padding lined as the inside was.

Jaune looked at her now, and frowned. "You go to the infirmary, Pyrrha. Or at least to bed. I'll... be down in a bit. Got some things to think about." He bid her good night after a bit of convincing that yes training was over and that it wouldn't do either of them good if she were to show up to combat practice tomorrow afternoon in bad condition. Jaune looked at the giant again, and furrowed his brow a bit.

The next night was about the same. Pyrrha lasted a little longer because her danger sense managed to pick up on the fact that the invisible giant still had to go through air resistance to try and punch her. He still had to help her back to their room because of how badly she'd gotten hit. At least the bruises would go away after a good night's sleep.


One week since he'd first managed to get the giant to appear under his own power, and Jaune had found that two of his current friends were able to help. Ren didn't have any idea why the giant was there or how it was connected to his leader, but Blake Belladonna of all people had some helpful hints. They were in combat class, and Jaune knew he'd go up against Cardin Winchester again soon. Still, the yellow eyed girl was a big help.

"Don't worry about what to call it just yet, that will come to you naturally later. For now, you need some sort of word or something to either override instinct or just straight up command it. My own Stand, Stray Cat, was called on when I clicked my teeth back when I first started using her. But now that I've had a few year's practice, I'm able to have her work with my thoughts. Saves me a bit of toothache too." That part was a bit more amusing than he'd thought. But that was as far as Blake managed to get before Miss Goodwitch called him and the mace wielder to the arena.

Jaune looked at the brunet straight on for a moment before drawing his sword and shield. His giant floated next to him, silent as usual, but now a reassuring presence after a week. While Miss Goodwitch waited for Cardin to finish his jeering, the young blond just glared at him. Not something overexaggerated, but Jaune knew what he wanted to do. "Y'know, Cardin." That got him to shut up, and Glynda looked at him curiously. "I'm going to refute everything you've just said by showing you just how useless everything you have is. Your weapon, your armor, your Dust-damned face... Maybe your legs too." That got an excited whoop from the peanut gallery.

While Cardin looked incensed, Miss Goodwitch called for the match to begin. Cardin brought his mace up like he was aiming a hunting rifle, and-KRAAH!-fired a giant Dust round at Jaune, who started walking... no, who started sauntering over. "Useless." KRANG! BOOM! The audience looked quite surprised as Cardin's shot didn't hit Jaune, instead being redirected upwards at the ceiling. Without the sword and board Huntsman-in-training doing anything. Since it was reinforced, Miss Goodwitch just watched curiously and didn't reprimand either young leader. Cardin sneered and got over his surprise before KRAAH!

"Useless." KRANG! BOOM!

KRAAH! "Useless." KRANG! BOOM!

KRAAH! "Useless." KRANG! BOOM!

KRAAH! "Useless." KRANG! BOOM!

KRAAH! "Useless." KRANG! BOOM!

KRA-"Useless!" KRANG! BOOM! "Gugha!"

Cardin staggered back a bit before deciding to switch to attacking Jaune at melee range, since he'd just gotten his own shot redirected at him from way too close. Incensed as he was, the Winchester was still trained. His anger made him fight a little less smartly, but he still went for attacks that would knock Jaune down quickly and had before. This time, he was ready.

"Useless." A swipe of his sword redirected the mace with almost too much ease before Cardin's head was knocked back by his giant's fist. The blond kept to a simple reactionary tactic for now, simply saying "Useless." every time his brunet opponent tried something. While the larger knight certainly matched the invisible giant for height, the difference between which one had muscles was apparent by how quickly Cardin's aura was depleting on the screen. And the quick bursts of strength that the giant gave Jaune (or was that his own aura at work?) helped give an illusion of being more powerful than he really was right now.

Eventually, Jaune got bored of just reacting. "Muda!" Cardin staggered back again, a fist having pulled away from his stomach quickly. "Muda!" This time he went to a side, a spinning back kick leaving the impression of a heel on his cheek. "Muda!" The kick was followed up with a simple uppercut that gave Cardin two seconds airtime. "Muuuda muda muda muda muda muda muda muda muda muda MUDA!" The giant let loose a barrage of punches on his target's torso. The metal of his breastplate bent and dented quite easily under the assault. "And the finisher! You're useless!" Cardin was sent flying by a last back hand, landing outside the arena with his aura completely depleted on the monitor. Jaune watched him fly for a bit before recalling the giant. He looked to Miss Goodwitch as she called him the victor.

To be continued...