Jaune wasn't sure how to react to this.
'Wasup' said a voice inside his head.
Did he finally lose it?
'I don't think so' replied the voice.
Was this what doctors called multiple personality disorder?
'I resent that, I'm a person...or at least I used to be'
He felt maybe he should leave all of this crazy for tomorrow.
'I'm not crazy I've been diagnosed by ex-military doctors for being perfectly sane,
when not on the battlefield. My name's Cowan by the way.'
Jaune ignored the strange voice in his head, and put on his mask.
'Hey, that's rude, didn't your parents-oh. Whoops, just got sifting through your earlier memories now. I would say sorry for your lose but ehn, I was an orphan and you have like -seven sisters?! ...Am I reading this right?
Maybe it was the mushrooms in his soup this morning. His sisters probably feeding him a hallucinogenic plant for pranks again.
Suddenly he blacked out.
When he woke up, had a hard time recalling-
'Earth, Mars, Remnant, Gunpowder, Dust, Aura, Atlantic Ocean...'
What in the world...
Suddenly he felt something akin to sharp pain stab him right in between the eyes. He clutched his face and fell back on to his back and kept quiet
though he wanted to do anything but.
He blinked away tears when his headache cleared up.
He realized what had happened, and he knew who that voice was, or in this case who he was now.
The guy's name was from earth, and somehow he had gained access to all his- or mine now- memories and his personality.
He didn't know what to think but his time as a mercenary, Cowan's time as one, he corrected allowed him to think it through rationally.
It wasn't all that bad to be honest though the emotional trauma of how he died was really discerning but he used his-Cowan's- experiences to push it to the back of his head.
Right now he needed to go open up shop then go find a painkiller just in case it happened again. He passed by a mirror and rushed back into his room
and changed into normal clothes. He really didn't need his sisters to ask where he got the cerlain Fox Mask.
Those were questions, with his many years of comic book knowledge, told him that it was a bad idea.
He exhaled in relief and opened up shop knowing there wasn't anyone out so early in the morning, but it was good to be prepared.
He put on his uniform and started to give the place a good sweep.
A translucent window shimmered into its blue existence in front of his face.
He swore it was mocking him.
CLEANING: 56% MASTERY
Allows all those with the hands of a maiden to Clean Dexterily. It's also good for bedroom activities.
It was mocking him.
He knew it was.
If it wasn't he was a Faunus.
Another window popped up to his right.
+.40% Increase
DEDUCTION: 30.4% MASTERY
Good for Guessing, I guess.
His eyebrow twitched violently. He performed a perfect sword strike with his broom, aiming to close the window.
Another window popped up.
+.21%
WEAPON HANDLING: 99.33%
Wink, Wink.
He violently attacked it.
That was the scene his sisters came down to seeing. Their brother stabbing and slashing at non-existent fairies.
They were used to it.