I DON'T OWN RWBY!
"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone." - Unknown
He shuddered, rushing through the thick underbrush of the forest, stray branches and leaves blocking his vision, only to be swatted away by a frantic hand swipe. His feet - in hasty steps - snapped fallen twigs with no consideration for the art of stealth, driven purely by fear and fear alone.
17 year old Jaune didn't think this through. Or more specifically, he didn't think through his plans of going into the forest behind his house, unarmed; where grimm could roam free, and attack anyone they wanted at any moment. In hindsight, it was a really dumb idea, no, it surpassed dumb altogether.
A pleasant walk, something he didn't get to do very often, considering he was always distracted with his video games.
That was all he asked for. The one time he decides to take a break from his video games - and finally, like his parents wanted him to, enjoy the scenery around him, take pride and joy into what was and had been his home for the past thirteen years.
It was actually quite peaceful, the birds chirped in the backround, creating an ambience that practically had tranquility painted all over it. Butterflies flew from branch to branch, some even just hatching from their cacoons, spreading their beautiful, pristine wings and taking flight out into the depths of the wilderness.
For the first few minutes, at the very most.
What prompted him to go on a walk through a forest without a weapon - or his weapon, rather, heneeded to constantly remind himself about that - he didn't know.
And he probably wouldn't know as he was chased down by an Ursa Major - much like an Alpha Beowolf, it's spikes were much sharper, longer by a massive amount, and it's general size was just bigger. It didn't get it's name for looks, though. These creatures of grimm needed to get the title earned.
Contrary to some people's beliefs, grimm became higher up a food chain in their respective classes by absorbing a grimm's darkness; basically speaking, it was like draining a human's aura...but for the grimm.
The more darkness the contained, the more powerful they were to become. In this case, an Ursa had to fight it's way to the top, in order to actually be the one on top - he duly noted this was, preferably, something he would never say out loud, because innuendos and all that.
Back to the matter at hand, Ursa Major's were basically Ursi - who had absorbed enough darkness to change their form entirely. Of course, a grimm were to kill an Ursa Major versus an Ursa...it would gain more darkness if it beat the Ursa Major, as compared to the Ursa.
Despite what he had said, though, grimm didn't actually absorb darkness, they didn't have capablities that allowed them to do that. They needed to come in physical contact with their opponent, and somehow get it eaten into it's body - again, problems with context, Jaune noted. Basically speaking, an Ursa has to physically eat another grimm for the darkness to actually take form in it's body.
How? He had no clue. He wasn't even sure if researchers themselves had any idea how the transfer was executed; theories, yes, but no solid evidence to back the, up.
What was he doing again?
Oh yeah...
"AHHHHHHH!" he screamed, running throu the forest at blinding speeds, daring a look over his shoulder. He watched as the Ursa Major started to inch closer and closer towards him - how it was able to, he didn't know. All he knew, however, was that he had to run the hell away if he wanted to live.
Which, quite frankly, he did.
Thoughts on escape, on retaliation, on anything that could help him at the moment rushed through his head, much like how he was running now, but slower.
They did say actions spoke louder then words, after all.
He could use one of the sharpest branches he could find, try and pierce through it slightly, and run back towards...his...house...
God dangit he was lost.
He let out a frustrated sigh, a branch, even still, wouldn't be able to stab through it's thick hide. Not to mention he wouldn't be able to get close - due to it's enhanced instincts...and his horrible fighting skills.
He couldn't even call them skills anymore, they were just that bad.
"Come on Jaune, think!" he muttered angrily to himself.
He very well knew he would reach a dead end eventually - it was inevitable. Either that, or he would somehow stumble his way into society, which he really doubted right now, considering his luck as of late. That didn't mean he didn't hope for the latter, oh no, he was hoping like there was no tomorrow.
Which, in all honesty, would probably be true if he didn't think of something, ASAP.
He looked around, anything, he was willing to go with anything that could at least pierce through the grimm's thick fur. But alas, that took a sharpened sword to do such a daunting of a task, which he unfortunately left at his house; grabbing his hair and pulling it in repressed anger, he accidentally tripping over the roots of a large tree, overlooking him and his surroundings, adding a fair bit of shade.
"God damm-!" he swore, before taking sight of the Ursa Major, naught but a few feet from his position, stalking up to him like he was his prey. And clearly, he most certainly was in this situation. His hands backed him away in fear, every limb in his body frozen, unmoving.
His legs wouldn't respon to his command, utterly useless in the face of his potential demise. His eyes glistened, gritting his teeth as he watched the grimm walking up to him in slow steps, like it was mocking him before he inevitable had to face his end.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing he could do at this point; he pathetically picked up a sharp branch, holding it in front of his face weakly, only to get it knocked aside by the Ursa Major's large paw, sending to the griund in two pieces. He shook, arms finally unwilling to move, looking straight into the red eyes of the grimm.
There was nothing else he could do, nothing else that he knew actually had a chance of working, nothing that would be able to save him from what would be his death.
Unless...
Of course!
Some people said that they unlocked their semblances during near death experiences! There was nothing left to do now, except hope, put his faith into this one little detail, this one little happening that people experienced. A dumb, insane, and illogical idea - but something that he needed at a time like this.
Either that, or he needed a weapon, which would be more preferable right about now.
The grimm raised it's paw, claws aiming to strike, a deadly sight that would soon be cleared out of his mind as it was ripped to shreds. Today, was the day Jaune Arc met his demise, a person aspiring to be someone he wasn't, lover of video games, and a caring brother, as well as a son.
"...Goodbye." he murmered, shielding his his with his arms in an instinctive attempt to lessen the blow - which honestly wouldn't happen, considering the Ursa Major would just keep on tearing him to pieces until it was sure he was dead.
The claw came down, in a swoosh of air, prepared to make contact with the blonde boy that was soon to die. It was a mere inches away from his arms, he could feel the artificial breeze it created as time seemed to slow down, his memories, his memories, not anyone elses, his.
His arms stayed oustretched, hearing the sound of tearing flesh, thinking it had been his flesh that had been torn. But...he didn't feel any pain.
He slowly unraveled his arms, looking at the glorious - but bloody sight in front of him. The Ursa Major, with a jagged rocked carved deep into it's stomach; practically leaped with joy right there, but refrained himself as he heard something whiz over his head.
More stones.
Not just one.
Or two.
Or even three that matter.
No, it was about a dozen or so stones, all embedded within the grimm's flesh, tearing apart it's hide, causing it to fall back in agony, reduced to nothing more then a pile of smoking blood, which soon evaporated itself.
He looked up, and more stones floated above him, aiming where the grimm used to be - while they were in midair with no support whatsoever, that wasn't the least of his concerns whatsoever.
Was this...was this his semblance?
But rocks? He didn't think rocks described him as a person, or any philosophical meaning behind anything even remotely related to rocks anyhow.
Rocks were bold, he was not.
Rocks were sturdy, he was not.
Rock were strong, he was not.
So why then, had this became his semblance? He mulled over himself - which was a wierd thing to think about - looking over what made him...well...him. He only really found a select few, but none of the, really fit the 'floating rocks that shot out' persona.
But...then it hit him.
He liked video games...they were practically his life. His night and day, the Romeo to his Juliet, and any other references you could think of. So...what game involved a bunch if floating rocks that could shoot out at your opponent at your will? He tilted his head in thought, before his eyes widened.
It wasn't actually in the game itself, it was in an anime dub of the game, which he had watched anyways, considering it was one of his favorite games up to date.
It was from the world where creatures fought other creatures, where people trained to become the best they could be - like hunters, but way different - it was where all childhood dreams came to life.
He had just used the move stone edge...and that move was from the game of Pokèmon.
Congratulations!
Understanding the genral concept of your semblance has granted you 50 Exp!
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Wait wha-?
Welcome, to your new semblance, Jaune Arc!
Welcome to the Pokèmon move tutor!
AN:Yeah, short but sweet, gets the story rolling in about 2000 words or less.
A general idea on how grimm evolve into different kinds of grimm - like from beowolfs to Alpha's, and Ursi to Ursa Major's. Darkness is just a name for a grimm's...soul? It isn't exactly clear what it is yet, but it will be later on as the story progresses.
The name of his semblance is cheesy at best, but it's my name for it, so I do what I want!
Not much to say in this AN other then aforementioned above, except that this may or may not get updated, like Short Lived. So don't expect that much, but I'll do my best. Again, this was an idea that wouldn't leave me, after trying hours upon hours to get the start of Imitatio done - I have the whole chapter planned out, I just can't execute it correctly - I came across this idea while thinking of cool powers Jaune could have.
It started out as him having the power to control ice - reading the fic Frigus Armum and watching him turn ice into icicle spears around him - and it evolved from there. Eventually leading to stone edge, then getting me to this.
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Cya!
[IWEYC used teleport!]