Honestly I had some explanation for this chapter. But I forgot, so this will be some what of a filler chapter to get the ship moving before we bring it into the port and burn the mother fucker down. So as I said before I am having plenty of fun writing this. So enjoy this chapter of bullshit that spewed from the anus that is my brain.
The bell that hung over the door rang as the two teenagers entered. The place was clean, the books were all stocked nicely and the air was filled with cool air.
For Jaune though, he marveled at the amount of text there was. He usually didn't get to read much constantly traveling. It was a nice past time when he could borrow a book or two from any inn that he stayed at.
"Welcome to Tuskon's Book Trade", a voice sounded off from the back behind a closed door. It opened to reveal a man who was a little taller than Jaune. Black hair embodied his head as hazel eyes were in his skull. "Sorry to say this but were…", he stopped when he saw Blake.
'Is he her father?', Jaune questioned.
"Hey Tuskon.", Blake said. Tuskon smiled warmly. Blake walked towards the counter and Jaune followed behind her.
"Hey kid, so you finally did it.", he said as he placed his hands on the counter.
"Is this him? The guy who helped you escape.", he asked motioning to Jaune. Jaune placed his hands in his hoodie pockets as Wolf and Lamb were teasing and asking him to get his blessing. Tuskon eyed him hard, analyzing him from head to toe. His eyes widened a little but immediately narrowed.
He seen that look, the look of someone identifying a threat. Wolf and Lamb were ready to spring, too many times they had been attacked like this.
For them the room got colder. Jaune was ready to spring.
"He is, don't worry. He isn't a threat.", Blake said.
"Very poor choice of words girl…", Wolf growled out.
"You've only seen a small part of what we are capable of.", Lamb seethed. Their focus seemed to be on the man.
"Thank you, you were able to get through her thick skull unlike me.", Tuskon said to him. With that the room returned back to the normal temperature
"Hey!", Blake shouted.
"No she did that on her own, I just gave her the opportunity.", Jaune said. "You got a shower and spare clothes?", he asked.
"Sure kid, just give me a second to close the shop.", with that their journey came to an end.
Blake followed behind Jaune as Tuskon led them upstairs. His apartment store combo was his home and work. His apartment was simple. Plain white walls, a red sofa sat behind a small coffee table across the television. The kitchen was small as the dining room was attached to it. A separate hallway led to the bedroom and bathroom.
Jaune left his axe, bow, and bag by the door. After handing him a change of clothes, Tuskon pointed him to the bathroom and left him to be. When Jaune had closed the door, Tuskon turned to her and whispered.
"Blake, who is he?", he asked. Worry was obvious in his tone.
"He's Jaune he was on the train with me and Adam, he appeared and tried to stop us.", she said while staring at the door. "When a spider-droid appeared he helped us then he helped me get away from Adam, from the Fang.", she whispered back.
"Blake I'll be honest, he kinda freaks me out.", Tuskon said. The sound of the shower turning on he looked at the door. "When I first saw him when he walked in, I could smelled blood. There was a lot of it. Not to mention the cold feeling down stairs.", Tuskon reaffirmed to her.
"He fought Adam.", she said.
"He did? By the gods…", Tuskon was surprised.
"He did, and when Adam was about to attack us…", Blake froze, replaying the memory in her head.
"He killed him?", Tuskon asked.
"I don't know, he shot him in the shoulder with an arrow. In his dominant arm, it looked like it wasn't going to be repaired easily.", she finished looking down.
"You left him to bleed?", Tuskon raised an eyebrow.
"I hope we didn't, but a small part of me does. Adam changed, you know that. I had to get away.", she crossed her arms over her chest. Tuskin pulled her into a hug. She gave no resistance as she leaned into him. "He helped me get here, he helped me survive.", she whispered
"I know kid, you know what you're gonna do now?", he asked her.
"No, not yet. But I'll be honest with you, Beacon sounds like a good start.", she said as she pulled away from Tuskon.
"Well until then you can stay here, but what about him?", he signaled to the door.
"I have no idea.", Blake said. He said he was low on supplies so he might just restock and leave Vale altogether, he didn't seem like a person to sit in one place for too long. Blake was about to speak her mind when her stomach did for her.
Looking at her stomach she blushed. Tuskon laughed.
"You two had a long journey, I'll order some food. Some ramen sound good?", he asked as he opened his scroll.
"Can you get one with some fish in it, maybe something with beef for him?", She requested.
"Sure thing kid.", Tuskon said as he began typing in numbers.
"We need to take caution around them now, those two are of the same nature.", Lamb said.
"We are guest in their home, Tuskon has all the right to be careful. We are an unknown to him and the only person who can really vouch for us is a silent girl who is distrustful of me.", Jaune said. While turning on the shower, adjusting the temperature so it wasn't too hot or too cold.
"She is speaking to him about you right now about your exploits.", Wolf growled. He could feel their gazes at the door. Ignoring them he stepped in. The warm water running down his body as it swept away any dirt and grime. The color of the water changed from clear to dirty as he cleaned himself. Lathering his body in with a unnamed body soap and his hair with shampoo the water that drifted off his body was changed from dirty to bubbly, then to clear. He shut off the water, not only was he clean but he made it quick out of politeness.
A home can only have so much hot water after all, and he was sure the only female wouldn't have it if he used all of it. He felt like he was on a thin line with her already.
Stepping out of the shower he was faced with his reflection for the first time in a while. His hair was wet and wild, his blue eyes were a deep color, stubble hair encompassed his lower half of his face.
A toned body was the result of trekking through the wilderness for years on end. His chest was defined while his abdomen proudly sported an eight pack, he wasn't sure if that was the correct term but there were eight blocks of trimmed muscle on his stomach. Several scars, though faded were worse with pride across him. The most prominent one being a real nasty one went from his collar bone to across his heart.
He was thankful he was found by a villager or he would have surely died. If it wasn't for that woman out in the wilds, he wouldn't be here.
Arms weren't big by any means but they were not slouching either. They were not scrawny, but they held a good portion mass on them. He flexed them and sure enough even he could see the power they had behind them.
He thought it didn't mean much. It was just his body.
"You should go back out there without a shirt, you could hypnotize her with your body.", Wolf suggested.
"She would definitely like to use you as a scratching post.~", Lamb teased.
But little devils appeared on his shoulder once more. Snickering and laughing at the torment they instilled on him.
He took their advice one time with the woman who saved him. She was a good friend to him, a bit of a flirtatious goofball, but still a good friend. But it didn't help that she held him hostage to be her personal massage therapist. Repayment for healing him, she said.
"Hardy har har..", he dragged out. Silencing them he put on his clothes. A simple white short sleeve t-shirt with black sweatpants. One last look he exited the bathroom.
Walking out of the bathroom he stepped out of the way for Blake. When the door closed he gazed into the kitchen dining area. Where Tuskon was sitting alone at the table. Deciding not to be the socially awkward teenager he sat down across from him.
"So Tuskon," he looked at him. "I can't thank you enough for this, but I kinda need your help." Jaune sheepishly said. Tuskon raised his eyebrow at him.
"With what?", He asked. There was no malice or suspicion in his voice, just curiosity.
"Well you see," Jaune started while looking at his stuff still by the door. "I am low on everything I need. Food, water, arrows, and basic necessities.", Jaune explained looking back at the faunas.
"You need my help?", he asked as he leaned in.
"I need a push in a right direction. You know, honest jobs, good work, so I can earn enough lien to pay for more supplies.," He detailed to him. Jaune sighed. "From you specifically, I need a place to stay. I'm sure you and I can come to an agreement on me renting out the couch or floor." Jaune looked down. It was going to be tough for awhile.
"Do you have any identification that can be proven?", Tuskon asked.
"No."
"A birth certificate?"
"Somewhere on this continent."
"Do you even have a social security number?", Tuskon asked, this time he was frustrated.
"What's that?", Jaune asked. Tuskon's hand met his face.
"You actually lived in the wilds your whole life haven't you?", Tuskon muttered out. " Okay, without any of those you don't have much in employment options."
"Great…", Jaune trailed out.
"But you can work for me here.", Tuskon said.
"Huh?"
"You can work for me here.", he said, he looked towards the bathroom. "You helped Blake out of a really tight spot. You helped her out big time. As long as you are reasonable, I will do what I can.", He said looking back to Jaune. Holding out his hand, Jaune took it. Shaking hand, things were looking up. Tuskon winced a little.
"Ordered some food to be delivered," the bigger man said while rubbing his hand. "Damn kid, what did you eat out there?,"
"Sorry.", Jaune said shrinking in his seat. The bathroom door opened and the sound of bare feet on a wooden floor was heard.
A pair of ears sat on her head, the same color as the hair on her head. The said clung loosely together indicating it was still wet. The new black shirt and blue sweatpants were baggy on her as she moved freely.
"She looks like Ahri…",
"Ahri's eyes are turquoise.",
Blake coughed snapping Jaune out of his thought.
"So what's for dinner?", Jaune asked to ease the awkward air around them.
The ramen came shortly after. Three plastic bowls each marked with a different label. Jaune received one that was marked Cayde's special. Which turned out to be spicy beef. The only real complaint he had was the chopsticks. He learned many things in his travels, from hunting to dancing. But the one thing he still lacked at…
Learning how to use two damn pieces of wood as dining utensils.
Not wanting to impede on Tuskon and his hospitality anymore than already, he suffered through it.
But that wasn't what was causing him to be awkward.
Every so often he would glance up when Tuskon and Blake's focus were on their own bowls. A sneaking peek at her ears.
Reminding him of a certain fox faunas he had the pleasure of getting saved by. He felt a little better for helping her, for the nostalgia.
The silence was broken when Blake spoke up.
"It's the ears isn't it," she put her utensils down and looked at him. "They're bothering you.", Jaune looked up to her from his hunched over position from his bowl. Several noodles dangling from his mouth, as his blue eyes looked back. Taking in the rest of his bite he sat up.
Refusing to meet Tuskon and his eyes. The uneasy feeling coming from him. Jaune cleared his throat.
"Not really," Jaune sighed "They remind me of someone I met a long time ago.", he put his chopsticks down and placed his hands in his lap.
"Really?",
"Yeah, she was a faunas like you. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be alive.", Jaune said. Picking up his chopsticks he tapped the table a few times. "I was injured and she found me in the northern part of Sanus. She took me back to her village where she healed me.," he looked back to his bowl.
"They were all faunas villagers and some of the children never seen a human before.," Tuskon started to listen closely. "Honestly now that I think about it, helping you I kinda feel like I'm repaying her in some way.," a smile crept on his lips. The children were curious, some would hied away from him and the more brave ones would ask them to play. Sometimes the parents would scold them for interfering with his recovery. They welcomed him.
"How was it there?", Tuskon asked.
"It was snowy. Quiet mostly, sometimes grimm would wander through the village in the night.", He started as a memory of him eliminating the dark beasts came to his mind. "I helped the local militia there take them out, they were good people. They never treated me wrong.", Jaune finished.
"Who was she?", Blake asked before taking another small bite.
"Who was she?", Jaune repeated. "Her name was Ahri. A fox faunas, black hair and turquoise eyes. She had these adorable little lines or her face that looked like whiskers.", he said as he traced where they were on his face. "She was an awesome person. She was a bit of a goofball and a flirt. She taught me a few things, like who to read and write on a higher level than a grade schooler.", he chuckled at the memory.
"It sounds like you two were close.", she said.
"Close? Oh no, that's the admiration I had for her. She save my life.," he replied. "She was one of the first people I could call friend.," he said. He hope the tone of sadness wasn't picked up by them.
"What was the village called?", Tuskon asked as he ate.
"The village was called Ionia I think. I stayed there for a few months. It was a couple of years ago so I don't remember where it's at.," Jaune smiled.
'Probably for the best.' He thought. Picking up the chopsticks he started eating again.
The rest of the meal was completed in silence, and exhaustion for them set in. Tuskon gave them some sleeping materials and Jaune opted for a couple of blankets and pillow for the ground. Saying that he could fall asleep on the floor easier because all of his time 'roughing it out'.
As Blake laid on the sofa she couldn't help but stare at Jaune. He slept curled up in the corner on top of blankets and a pillow while he clutched his mask tightly. He certainly was an individual with a story.
'I hate killing anything that isn't grimm.' His words echoed in her mind.
A story indeed, and to be so young. She felt a pang of sadness for him. What fate has befallen on him? The way he spoke about Ionia and his friend Ahri, he spoke as if he had taken multiple lives already.
She felt that she related to him in a way.
And now he was sleeping on the cold floor of Tuskon's home like an animal. All the while she slept comfortably on the couch.
If it wasn't for him she wouldn't be here and this is how she is repaying him.
It was obvious he was suffering, whether he knew it or not.
She would make it up to him.
That was her last thought while sleep won.
The apartment was silent in the dead of the night. Shadows took form and covered most of the rooms in darkness while the streetlights would cast its shine and offer tidbits of light. While three occupants slept, two were awake around the boy. The two spoke but not physically, but their conversations took place in their minds.
"It is shaping up to be an interesting journey dear Wolf.", Lamb said.
"It is little Lamb, it is.", The male said.
"I wonder how long we will be here.", The female said.
"Until we can obtain what we need.", Wolf said.
"Unless…"
"Unless what, dear Lamb?"
"Unless the Wizard finds our Shepherd." Wolf started to laugh. "I am serious old wolf.", she scolded.
"As am I Lamb, his old soul needs to rest.", he said.
"The gods would not be happy."
"The gods are children, throwing temper tantrums and blaming others for their mistakes."
"So you say."
"So I know." she laughed.
"Our Shepherd knows of many fairy tales, but he disregards them as mere myths."
"In due time we will tell him the truths."
"So we will become a pawn in their game?", Lamb asked.
"We will be the one that breaks the game."
"What will happen after?"
"We will still be here, others will rise in their absent places.", he clarified.
"Forever more.", Lamb said.
"Forever more.", Wolf repeated.
Blake's eyes cracked open to the morning sunlight. Sitting up and letting the blanket fall off her. She blinked a few time to get the drowsiness out of her. She stood up, stretching and getting the joints to pop she made her way to the kitchen.
The smell of coffee filled her senses, and it was welcoming. When she walked in she saw Jaune standing by the window looking out. A ceramic mug in his hands while he stared at the rising sun.
"Morning.", he said. Never once looking back at her.
"Good morning.", she replied back, taking the coffee pot to pour herself one.
"Sleep well?", he asked. She nodded in approval as she finished making her cup.
"The sunrise here is different," he said before taking a sip of his drink. "Here you can see the smog in the air while out in the wilds it is clear.", he finished while looking at her.
"But it is a new sight for me, I have never been in one of the four major kingdoms before.", he took another sip.
"What are your plans now?", she asked.
"Get restocked and be on my way, Tuskon said he will help me. Though I will see the sights here first before I head out.", he looked back out the window. "Or if anything presents an opportunity here, I'll probably take it.",
"Why?", she questioned before taking a small sip of her own drink.
"Go with the flow, it makes life more interesting for me. What about you?", he asked looking back at her.
"I am heading to Beacon.", she said. Now she was looking at the morning sunrise.
"You're going to be a huntress?", he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, if I'm going to make a change I might as well do it right.", she stated. Jaune hummed in approval. He set his mug down and walked towards his stuff. Pulling one of the few arrows out, he snapped off the head before closing his hands around it.
A small dim light appeared from the gaps in his fingers before fading away. Holding up the arrow he smiled. He approached her and held out his hand. A flat iron arrow tip was in his palm. She picked it up inspecting it.
Three small claw like line created a circular shape while two white crescent moons were facing downwards in the middle. It glow softly as she held it. It was warm and it held a for of luring and comfort.
"What's this for?", she asked as she fiddled with it.
"You'll never know where you'll be. And I won't know where I'll end up.", he started while picking up his mug. "But we may come across each other down the line.", he explained before taking a sip.
"So if you're ever in a tight spot, scream. Maybe I'll be around.", he smiled.
"That's...comforting...thank you.", she said.
Jaune chuckled.
Time was an ever present motion. One day it was sprinting and the next it was slowly crawling.
Two weeks, two weeks of slow days working for Tuskon. Jaune would find himself doing small tasks. Cleaning the store, restocking the shelves and running small errands for him. While the pay was small it was understandable.
Tuskon needed to live his life, pay for necessities and to make ends meet. Whatever was left over he paid Jaune.
While Jaune was only able to restock on basic arrows and not the ones he received from Goodneighbor, it was a start.
Within the first week Blake was gone, having received an acceptance letter to Beacon she got whatever she needed and left to for a small hotel near Beacon. Jaune wished her best of luck and then she was gone. Of course Wolf teased him to chase after his 'one and only'.
Lamb supported Wolf by reminding Jaune how he supposedly marked her with their mark, forever being able to find her.
But for Jaune he was enjoying the star filled night sky while the shattered moon hung high, on a rooftop in the middle of downtown Vale. Across the street from the only open shop. From Dust till Dawn, random dust shop.
Of course he was equipped with his coat, bow and axe, the week prior he went out on a friday night to explore the city, a few thugs tried to mug him for whatever he had in his pockets.
Wolf was all too eager to meet their challenges. Now four men were hospitalized, three with crippling injuries and one was in critical condition. Now the police were on the lookout for a 'giant ghost wolf'.
But his time here was being well spent.
His thoughts were interrupted with the sound of glass shattering. Looking at the street he could see that one man in a tuxedo with a red tie and glasses was sprawled on the ground while a little girl in a red cloak was standing victorious over him.
"Holy crap that's a big scythe!", he exclaimed. Jaune looked back to the broken window where three other men were dressed the same and one man was different, with his white coat and bowler hat.
"A robbery gone wrong.", Jaune muttered.
The obvious leader of the pack motioned for his men towards the girl and they all charged out the shop towards her.
"This should be interesting. Let's watch.", Lamb said.
"Shouldn't we uh, help her?", Jaune asked.
"It looks like she has everything under control!," Wolf said. A few gunshots rang out and at the same time the girl was zipping around at ludacris speeds, dodging the automatic gunfire. One man was sent flying into the air and hit the ground hard. He didn't get back up. When the last two men were finished off the leader with orange hair stepped out of the shop.
'Is he wearing mascara?' he thought.
"You were worth every cent, truly you were.", he said while looked down on an unconscious thug. "Well red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening," he raised his cane towards the girl in red "And as much as I'd like to stick around…," his cane opened at the bottom "I'm afraid this, is where we part ways.,"
A bright light was fired from his cane as it exploded the ground. Before Jaune could do anything, he ducked to avoid whatever asphalt was kicked up his way. When the sharp rocks stopped raining down he peeked back over the edge.
The man could be seen climbing the ladder on a building three rooftops away from him. Sliding on his mask he starting running. The street below was a blur as he cleared it. The next he rolled, notching an arrow his feet carried him.
Another gunshot rang out as the girl in red had made her way up to the same rooftop as the criminal. He had one last rooftop to clear.
Words were exchanged then a bullhead appeared. Shocking Jaune as he had not seen it earlier. The man tossed something that was red to the girl's feet.
"End of the line red!," the man shouted
"Fire dust Jaune!," Lamb shouted. As he landed, he tackled the girl as an explosion shook the roof. But no wave of heat and pain came. Jaune came to a crouching position and aimed his bow at the man.
A woman stood between them. A purple shield was extended around them as it took the blast. Golden hair, a white top and black skirt was what she wore as her extended hand hand held a riding crop.
"Humph," was all she said. Jaune used this time to flood aura into his bow and arrow, as the shield went down his string was released from his grip.
The arrow flew with a white light towards the man's head, but at the last moment he ducked and his hat was pinned to the other wall of the bullhead.
Without a pause she too had sent her own attacks, purple orbs of energy flew towards the aircraft and it shook but no damage was present. The orange hair man disappeared into the cockpit.
Jaune let a few more arrows go and the stuck into the turbine but nothing happened.
'I got three explosive arrows left.' he reminded himself.
While the bullhead was flying away, the older woman shot something into the sky. It summoned a cloud of lightning, then ice shards started pelting the bullhead.
"She does know her way around sorcery.", Lamb said. Jaune was frozen. Then a woman appeared on the bullhead. Only her lower half was visible. Patterns started to glow on the woman's red dress.
"A battle of the witches?", Wolf asked as Jaune aimed his arrow at her. The woman in the shadow shot a fire ball, as it exploded, its remains scattered on the ground around them. His instincts screamed at him to move.
A pillar of fire appeared where he once stood, he took aim once more, but the bullhead was shaking too much. Snake like streams of energy from the blonde which were pelting the aircraft at all side until a wave of energy dispersed them. The remains fell to the ground like feathers on soft snow.
When the bullhead was stable the girl in the red started firing. Jaune released his arrow. An explosion rocked the ship and smoke masked it. But the woman still stood, holding a hand out.
"She stopped the attack!," Lamb shouted the explanation. Suddenly he was thrown forward by an unknown force as pillars of fire erupted behind him. Looking up, the bullhead flew away in the distance.
"I didn't get their scent.," Wolf growled angrily. Jaune and the girl looked at each other before looking back at the blonde woman.
"You're a huntress!," she squealed out. "Can I have your autograph?," she asked. She then looked back at him through his mask. "Yours too?,"
"Silver eyes…," Wolf and Lamb said at the same time.
He tried to escape, but it turned out the blonde witch had telekinesis. He found that out after being dragged, or rather floated towards the police station where they held him and the girl in an interrogation room.
He found himself cuffed to the cold table, without his mask and weaponless. While the girl sat freely, looking sad like a kicked puppy.
He felt absolutely terrible for her. While the older woman was grilling them for their actions they had taken tonight.
"I hope you two realize that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly…", he drowned her out after that. Staring at his cuffs, he wondered if her could break free by strength alone.
They were aura negating, so the challenge was there.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when her riding crop was slammed on the table, more so towards his hands. He stared at her with an unamused face.
"But there is someone here who would like to meet you two.," She stepped out of the doorway to allow for a man to enter. A head of grey hair, dark green coat and trousers. While a green vest and light green scarf finished the rest of his outfit. Glasses sat in his face and brown eyes looked back.
"Ruby Rose.," he said while he walked in. Jaune noticed his hands carried a plate of cookies and his other carried a mug. "You have silver eyes.,"
Jaune was creeped out a bit.
"So where did you learn to do this?," he asked as he nodded to the video detailing her fight with the thugs.
"Signal Academy.," she said weakly.
"They taught you to use one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?," Jaune noticed the edging curiosity in his voice.
"O-one teacher in particular.," She replied. Jaune looked at her from the side if his eyes, noticing the discomfort in her posture.
"I see.", he said as he set down the plate of cookies between the two. He blinked and they were gone. Ruby looked at him, cringing as she realized what she just did. He just smiled at her.
She was adorable. Jaune drowned out hair conversation as he went back to testing his bindings. Their conversation carried on for a bit, he caught important bits like how the elder man was the headmaster of Beacon. He was brought back to the situation by the man when he spoke louder than usual.
"Now as for you young man, there is no evidence of who you are in this kingdom.", Jaune looked to him as he gave up. "Miss Rose and Professor Goodwitch here were kind enough to tell me you fought alongside them again Mr. Torchwick, tell me who are you?,"
"Jaune.," he said.
"No last name?," he asked as he started to sip from his mug. Jaune sighed and looked to the girl and Professor Goodwitch. He glared back to the headmaster.
"Arc. Jaune Arc.," he said clarifying with a sad tone. Ozpin seemed to choke on his drink as Goodwitch's glasses fell from her shocked face. Ozpin cleared his throat.
"Miss Rose, you are free to go.," he motioned her to the door.
"Uh-okay, see you later Jaune.," She waved as she sped out the door.
"Rose petals, would you look at that.," Jaune said as they floated down to the ground. He tried to grab one but failed as his hands were stuck to the table.
"Jaune Arc", the lone female in the room said as she approached him. "The blonde hair and blue eyes do seem like theirs.", she said as she undid his chained hands. When they were free he started rubbing his wrist. "By the gods...,"
"Mr. Arc, are you aware that-",
"Yes," he growled "My family is dead, I've been traveling the wilds for quite some time.", he didn't give him a chance to respond. "A crashed bullhead, I don't remember why we were on it. My mom, my dad, my four older sisters, twin sister, and younger sister. All dead.", he shot, closing his eyes and taking a few breaths.
"I don't like being reminded about it!", he yelled, clenching his fist and slamming it on the metal table. A small dent was left in the table.
"Not exactly Mr. Arc.", the headmaster said gaining a look from Jaune. "You've been listed as missing for fourteen years by your surviving family.",
"What?," confusion settled in.
"You were the only person who was not accounted for when the bodies were being recovered, your body was missing.," He said before he drank some more.
"Your father was the only one to have been confirmed dead from the crash.", He said "You have seven sisters, four older, a twin and two younger ones now. Your mother and sisters are still alive back in a town called Ansel. The hometown and origins of the Arc family line.",
"My family is alive…", Jaune trailed off.
"Your mother found out she was pregnant after they were rescued. You were five years old when that fateful day happened.",
"Can I get in contact with them?,"
"Unfortunately not right now. They have ceased all contact with the outside world for the time being.," he said while folding his hands. "To this day they still mourn the loss of you and your father.,"
"Shit…," he muttered.
"Not how I would say it but it does summarize the situation. I do have an offer for you Mr. Arc.,"
"What would that be?," Jaune asked as he leaned in close.
"I would like for you to join Beacon. No doubt your time out there in the wilds made you stronger and first hand huntsmen experience, we can give you a place for the time being.", The elder man said.
"And we can get you back in contact with your family.", Jaune eyes were widened with hope. "But in the off chance you are not their son and rightful heir to the name, you will still have a place in Beacon Academy. What do you say Mr. Arc.", The headmaster held out his hand. Jaune took it without a second thought.
"I'll take you up on that offer.,"
"Good, orientation and initiation start on Monday. Do you have anything that needs to be transfered?,"
"A bag at a friend's place. Can I get my mask and weapons back now?," Jaune asked.
"Of course.", the headmaster smiled.
Looks like Blake was gonna see him sooner than she thought.
Just like every other Jaune story, he must get involved with everything. But I'll be honest, the robbery interference was inspired by Not This Time Fate by everyone's favorite RWBY fanfic author.
So the beginning of Beacon will start soon. And teams will be different.
Take a wild guess at what they'll be.
(I wish I could start a poll but I am not popular enough.)
Also you cant have a LoL story without everyone's favorite foxy waifu
Many grammar mistakes were fixed.
