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AN: This is inspired on what happened since ep 3 of vol 6. Also I'll be going back to 3rd POV seeing that I'm not exactly skilled with other POV's
So note to self, really shouldn't promise stories anymore. Apologies for anyone hoping for Venomous Rose I'm sorry for not updating it. BUT it's so hard not go further with those story, I got hundreds of idea right now going through my head on what to do next and so much energy to continue. So it will probably be wise to expel all this energy before going back the other fic or else I ain't getting no rest till than.
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VALE, COMMERCIAL DISTRICT
Ren Magier had few hobbies, most of them revolved around a certain amount of quietness that was lacking for the most part of his day. Though having Nora as a sister tends to do that, it is not to say that he hated his sister. Quite the opposite really, but sometimes a bit of me time would be grateful then and there.
Because of that most of his hobbies were things Nora almost never enjoys. Like tea making, studying herbs, or his personal favorite, flowering. It was a simple hobby that also imparted wisdom on nurturing. Because it didn't matter whether your annoyed or not, a flower will grow at it's own pace regardless on what you think, just like life.
That and the rest of his family didn't have the patience, save for father but that's on the fence what it came to certain coffee related things.
So when it came the time when teenagers had to get their first job he applied straight to one involving flowering. A small family owned shop had taken his application, seeing the level of care and dedication towards plants something lacking in the other applicants.
Since then the dark haired boy has always been working here as a part timer. Rarely was the place overfilling with customers but there always were a few in the shop all the time. Right now the store being only just him, well if you don't count the owners upstairs of course.
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*DING*
Magenta eyes moved towards the front door as he gave the mandatory greeting for all customer.
It was Ruby.
"Ren!? Is that you" asked Ruby.
"What are you doing here Ruby?" replied Ren.
"Oh, well um I was looking to buy some flowers" she explained.
"Ah, do you need any help then" offered Ren.
"No no, I'll ask if I need anything" Ruby said as she began to look around for anything promising.
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"Hey Ren, do you guys do custom orders?"
"Yes we do. Have one you want Ruby?"
"Um yeah ... can you do a bouquet of carnations, red, pink, and white. Maybe a few Chrysanthemums as well ... one or two orchid also. And finally ... a rose, dark crimson please" finished Ruby.
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"Ruby ... not to insult or anything but, you do know what those flowers symbolize right?"
"Yeah ... there for my Mom. She died during a mission a long time ago. This ... this is the day when she died. I always get her some flowers, but the shop I usually go to closed down and I've been searching for a new place to buy some more and ..." explained Ruby.
"I see, do you need the flowers now though?"
"Well not really, but today would be ni-" said Ruby. One to see a dust outline on where he was just standing.
"E-Eh?" whispered Ruby to herself. Until Ren zoomed back to his original spot with a bouquet of the flowers she requested in his hand
"Here you go Ruby. Free of charge" Ren said.
"F-Free! Ren I can't do that, please, let me pay ... or make Weiss pay" offered Ruby.
"Don't. I'll pay with my money, you just take the flowers"
"B-But"
"No but's Ruby. Father once said that for anything to stand against a grieving person is despicable and can not be tolerated. Besides, call it a gift for coming with us back to that haunted house last week" Ren stated, pushing the bouquet to her.
"I ... thank you, a lot. I mean it" said Ruby as she looked at the dark haired man with deep appreciation in his eyes. Giving Ren one last look the little reaper gave a thankful nod before leaving.
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"That was real kind of you Ren" voiced the shop owner's wife, just coming down in time to hear Ruby's explanation.
"It was nothing really" waved Ren as he placed his own money into the cashier.
"Oh we both know that isn't true" said the old wife.
"Just being a good friend that's all ma'am"
VALE, RESIDENTIAL DISTRICT
"Come on Sapphire, you can't keep falling back" chided Pyrrha.
"Sorry coach" apologized the girl.
"~sigh~ Don't say sorry to me Sapphire. Say sorry to your teammates, there the ones your going to be working with, not me. And if you want to say sorry than show it by action" said Pyrrha.
The girl nodded in understanding. Pyrrha allowed her to group up with her team.
"I think I said this a lot already Pyrrha, but do you need to be so tough with the team?" asked the main coach.
"Well taking in that the team is made up of high school students and that their school wants this team to win state. I think you can garner why I have to be so tough" explained Pyrrha.
"I do, but I still feel like it wouldn't hurt to ease up a bit" said the coach.
"Hm, maybe, but I still made a promise to see the team win state" said Pyrrha "and I intend to hold it."
"Well, if that is what you think. So, what do you think we need to work on? Personally I think we need to work on their endurance, looks like they've been slaking off during break" said the coach.
"I agree, we still need to get them to keep maintaining their level off break. If we can get that to happen then everything would go downhill from there in terms of stress and workload" muttered Pyrrha.
"Mm Hm, why don't you take five Pyrrha. I'll take it from here" offered the coach.
Pyrrha nodded in understanding as let the man take her place. Grabbing a paper cup she filled it up before taking in the cool refreshing taste of chilled water ... what? She was thirsty alright.
Being a assistant coach was not her first option when finding her first job. Unfortunately, by then she was already famous to an extent. Most of the offers were in the sports industry or surprisingly the fashion industry. While she may admit she had a good looking body never in her life did she believe it would one day bring to a modeling offering.
She had taken the offer ... only to quit the job after a year. While the pay was good, the way she had to pose for various shots put a awkward strain on her body and it really had a affect during game seasons. Luckily her team's coach noticed this and was able to negotiate a different path for her ... advertising.
With Pumpkin Pete
Let's just say three weeks after she quit completely and decided to opt to teaching, seeing it a much better choice. How in the brothers name do Jaune and Nora enjoy that surgery sludge was beyond her. The young champion shuddered at just remember the taste, never again could she look at cereal the same way ... ever.
Pushing(read: suppressing) those memories she opted to take her scroll out. Giving a quick glance to the coach, who still was going over the teams team work and drills, before turning the device on. The electronic device gave a light hum as it flared to life, punching in her password she went on dust-tube and towards her favorite show.
The Mistral Tournament
To say Pyrrha was fan would be an understatement.
She loved the Mistral tournament. Ever since watching the first rounds on the TV back at the orphanage, it was love at first sight.
Even after being taken in by Ozpin she always loved watching the tournament fights.
Also having Ozpin as a father guaranteed front row VIP seats to whenever the tournaments started, gotta love the puppy eye technique.
Watching the two fighters go to their respective sides they both readied themselves before the ref started the fight. Once he did the battle became a torrent of steel and dust as the crowds roared for their chosen warrior to win and crush the other.
A part of her yearned to go their, to feel the tension the blood pumping adrenaline battle for herself.
Alas, a live broadcasting had to do for now. Due to her job and college going to Mistral was not an option for her and using the scroll was her only option left.
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"I wonder what it is like to fight in those battles, to feel the blood pumping as you face off against your opponent head on with nothing stopping you in your path" mused Pyrrha. Since a child the idea of participating those fight had always interested her.
But not like it would really happen.
Not with Dad, he'll never allow it.
"Not like I could go join it now. I'm just a civilian, not a huntsman, I don't even have my aura unlocked for brothers sake. There's no way I can get the training to even compete the first matches, dad would stop it before I even had time to meet the tutor" thought Pyrrha wishfully.
While her father was caring and loving parent there was no illusion that he'll ever allow them to be hunters. Once he even said that wasn't even an option. Brothers know how many times they tried to become hunters: secret training, online videos, the puppy eye technique on dad's employees, hell Jaune went as far as get illegal transcripts and applied for Vacuo.
All of them, stopped.
As if by magic, yeah yeah laugh it up you shmucks, he was always before them. Always having some quip to give them before a light scolding and taking them back home.
And to be eligible to join the tournament one has the have their aura unlocked, something their father has successfully avoided from happening.
Taking one last look back at her students and peer. And seeing them still preoccupied, she brought her hand close to her.
And it glowed, four orbs of magic materialized as they lazily swirled across her palm.
"Magic can do so much ... but it can't make dreams come true" sadly whispered Pyrrha
VALE, NATIONAL ZOO
"And there you go, little guy" said Nora, placing the baby emperor penguin on the tray.
The penguin squeaked at the ginger, bobbing it's head up and down repeatably.
"Yes you are, yes you are" cooed Nora. taking a feeding syringe she began feeding the baby.
"What's the secret Magier, how the hell can you get the little rascal so calm. The little guy gets so cranky without you" commented on of her co-workers, approaching the girl.
"You just need to read the body language, I've told you that like over a thousand times already" she explained.
"Don't think we haven't done that? The little guy bit my finger once" complained the co-worker.
"Not my problem"
"Your cruel cruel person"
"I try, say have taken care of Fred yet?"
"That's what I was going to do, see ya" waved the co-worker as the door closed.
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"~sigh~ What did I already say, you can't go biting other people's hands" chided Nora.
"SQUEAK, SQUEAK"
"Not giving extra treats to you is not an excuse to hurt people"
"SQUEAK, SQUEAK"
"Ok, maybe that can be a good reason ... still, I expect you to stop biting him. He's just trying to make sure you are healthy and happy. "
"SQUEAK"
"And ..."
"SQUEAK"
"Good" Nora approved.
Now, for those you may be confused ... or already now but don't want to spoil anything(Damn druids, CLERICS ARE BETTER) your little bomber here can speak to animals.
Now of course to anyone else that would just sound stupid, even Nora thought so as well. Until her father showed her you could truly speak to animals. And boy did the animal kingdom have a few things to say at humans/Faunas.
But on the flip side she learned so many new curses word ... but on the other flip side her mouth tasted like soap for at least a month, even now she can still taste just a tiny bit of it.
Still, the power did give her a new insight on nature and all it's inhabitants in general.
Like how people were always so complex, having plans upon plans for things for extremely straight forward things.
With animals everything blunt and too the point, just how she likes it. It wasn't prefect but it was something she respected.
So when she finally learned how to speak to animals by herself, she practiced ... a lot.
it wasn't long till she could do it in her sleep, literally. Of course as they got older dad started to teach them more advanced spells, rituals, incantations, etc... Currently father had just started to teach them 5th level spells[1].
Personally, the spells she most enjoyed learning were the nature ones. Something about shooting trees out of nowhere just sounded so appealing to her. That and being able to turn into animals was always awesome.
Though the requirements to becoming an animal were not so great.
The most important part was, and she quote, understanding the animals nature.
Which meant letting a wild animal go crazy in your room as you tried think why it was doing what it was doing. And only when you understood why you could then become said animal.
It sucked.
After the first animal everyone else just stopped trying to add more. Expect her. No she keep going ... and kept crying.
But hey, at least she got various animal forms ... and gotten used to the smell of wild animal too.
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Still worth it dammit
VALE, COMMERICAL DISTRICT
"Jaune, we need two number 4's, extra large" called out a co-worker.
"Working on it" Jaune replied. It was rush hour time, meaning people were piling outside to get a cup of Jo and quick. Working at a local coffee house was not his first choice of a job. He had taken a few other ones before then, though they never lasted long. He never had the energy to commit to them for any long period of time.
This was actually his third job, and he liked it ... scratch that, he loved it here.
Something about smelling the coffee beans in the morning and the adrenaline pumping, coffee demanding customers on rush hour is scary all right, rush hours just excited him.
Oh, and learning how make your coffee was another big(read: Biggest) reason.
"Two number 4's, extra large" he called, sliding the paper cups to the bar table. Faster than Ruby's semblance the two cups disappeared in the sea of customers.
"Come on Magier, step up your A-game"
"I am, I am"
xxx
"Ughh, there, that's the last one" breathed Jaune. Taking a seat on the chairs. It had taken hours to get everyone there cup.
"Aya ... hey Jaune?"
"Yeah?"
"Is it me or are the customer getting more vicious?"
"When weren't they?"
"Heh ... yeah ... Hey, I'm going to take five, can you take my shift? I'll owe you one" offered the co-worker.
"Yeah, sure I can do that" agreed Jaune.
"I don't know what I'll do without you man" thanked the co-worker, leaving to take his little break. Only once the man had fully left did Jaune sagged his shoulders.
"You weren't wrong on the who savage part" he muttered.
At first it was only a few customers but as time went on it only got worse, a lot of them looked like they've been losing sleep as well, if those bags where an indicator. Than again, with the rapid rise of dust prices and that Torchwick fellow the city must be getting tensed.
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*DING*
"And look whose it is, my favorite coffee boy" greeted a feminine voice.
"Hey Coco, Velvet" greeted Jaune to the two huntresses.
He had meet the two huntresses over a month back, just as he finished his training as well. At first he regarded them as regular customers and nothing more. At least for a while.
After a bit of a chat with the two of them then there he began to warm up to them. Then things rolled and soon enough the two of them became friends, if not good ones.
"Man, rush hour has really gotten worse" eyed Velvet as she surveyed the area.
"Yeah ... what can do?" shrugged Jaune.
"Well I got a few ideas ..." offered Coco.
"No, the last thing I need is to get in trouble with my boss" deadpanned Jaune.
"Party pooper" the brown haired girl muttered. "Still, two cups please, the regular"
"Got it" Jaune said. Getting back behind the bar Jaune began to grab the necessary ingredients before creating the coffee.
"So Jaune, how's your week been going?" asked Velvet. "Oh, and sorry for not coming recently, we had a pretty long mission."
"It's no worry Vel. Nothing much has happening, well except team RWBY" replied Jaune.
"Team RWBY? Hey Vel, isn't that the freshman team we've been hearing about" said Coco.
"Mm, last time I checked they were a pretty strong team, the strongest in there year I think?" answered Velvet.
"Wow Jaune, trying to get rid of us already. Oh how time has gone, now who will poor Velvet go for her coffee time" faux cried Coco.
"Coco, stopped that" cried out Velvet.
"But I'm just telling the truth ... unless. ~gasp~ Your cheating on another man! Oh how could this happen! What happened to the little bun-bun I knew and loved."
"Coco!"
"I jest, I jest. Still though, good for you Jaune for finding more friends, god knows how many you need."
"Hey, what's that suppose to mean" demanded Jaune.
"Pfft, up to you coffee boy. But how did you become friends with them anyway?"
"Well ..."
xxx
Coco was laughing on her stool as Jaune retold the story of how they meet with RWBY, of course taking out any parts on magic. Velvet on the other had a amused simile on her face as she listened.
"Well that's certainly sweet, isn't it coco?"
"If you mean hilarious than yeah. Oh man, I gotta tell the guys about this" replied Coco, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Still, as much as I want to listen and hear more stories me and Vel have to go. We got Glynda in a hour" said Coco. Grabbing the rabbit faunas and dragged her towards the exit.
"Bye Jaune, we'll see you soon" waved Velvet as the two of them left the shop, leaving Jaune alone.
"See you two later as well" muttered Jaune.
He wouldn't lie, there was a small pang of pain in his heart as the two of them left the shop.
As well as a bit of jealousy, seeing those two go on about classes at Beacon always unearthed old pains.
"Brothers, how many time did I ever asked about being a hunter?" wondered Jaune to himself.
Some of the earliest memories he could recall were stories, stories that the matron would tell to the kids before bed time. Those stories always found a way to ensnare his heart and mind, all the time did he dream of being those hero's.
To become the knight in shining armor and save the princess in the tower.
Sure, it was a very childish dream but it was what he wished for as a child. Of course he grew up and understood it was very naive. But the main idea, the idea of being there to help someone without any reason ... that never left.
But not like father would allow it.
To many memories, memories of failure and disappointment. Either from dad or himself, sometimes both.
He shook those thought away, only bitter feelings laid there.
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*FSSSH*
"~sigh~ Maybe one day me ... maybe one day" whispered Jaune. Observing the four orbs spinning around his hand.
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"But not today"
GRIMMLANDS, SALEM'S TOWER
The grimmlands, a place where life refused to grow and animals stayed away from. The grounds were a dark, almost sickly purple, as massive crystals gushed from the ground beneath. From afar a dark mist could be seen coming from the ground, adding the eerie aura.
But of course who could forget the Grimm. The demonic enemies of humanity that roam these lands without worry. For this was there sovereign domain, a land fit for only them and no one else.
However, to say no other life existed on these lands would ignorance, deeply nestled within the heart of the grimm lands stood a castle. Formed out of the same dark purple stone it truly stood out from the rest, as if too show itself to the whole world without care.
In this dark castle, deep deep within it's confines laid a table. Made of the same material as the stones and around it were seven seats. Six made of bones from unknown beast, and one made up of the same crystals outside.
On those six seats laid four people.
One was man a tall middle-aged man with a slim build and slightly tanned skin. He also has short black and gray hair as well as a mustache and green eyes. He wore a gray overcoat with yellow linings, a yellow dress shirt, and a black necktie. His pants are the same color as his overcoat. His yellow-buttoned undercoat and finger-less gloves match his cordovan shoes, under which he wears yellow socks.
The second was a pale man with gold eyes and a brown ponytail braided to resemble a scorpion's tail. He wears a white sleeveless jacket with leather belts strapped to it, along with white pants. His eyes held a look of madness deep within them, threatening to consume all dared to stare back.
The third a women with ashen black hair and bright amber eyes. She wore a dark-red, off-the-shoulders, v-neck mini dress with yellow designs. On her back was a unknown rune painted pure black.
Finally the fourth a tall and muscular middle-aged man, standing well over 6ft. The man wore two-tone olive green coat over a black sleeve shirt, and a large belt. His pants are black, with a pouch strapped to each pants leg, and his boots are brown with white fronts. Scars dotted across his arms, showing signs of previous battles.
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"So, how has all your missions have been going, well I perhaps?" asked the man in the overcoat.
"Hm, the spring maiden still eludes us though Watts" answered the giant.
"True Hazel, but at least we have one ... of my mistake, half a maiden" said Watts. Sneering at the only women at the table.
"Well at least half is better than nothing, how is the winter maiden ... oh wait" calmly replied the women.
Watts scoffed at her. "Please, as if you know the finer details. One should know not hunt for prey if they are not prepare for everything, least they end up failing their promises. But of course such things are beyond someone like you Cinder, so don't hold it to yourself."
"Why you little-" began Cinder.
Before the doors opened.
Any flames of anger or frustration died immediately. Even the smug look on Watt's face was squashed, replaced with a look of seriousness.
From the shadow came a women. Her skin was a deathly pallor, covered with deep red and purple veins that ran across her arms and face. The sclerae of her eyes were jet black and her irises glowed red. A very long black robe with red designs resembling eyes draped across her body.
As if gliding on the floor she moved like a ghost, the candles that illuminated the room went off one by one as she walked passed them.
The women stopped just before a small alter, where with a wave of her hand the last of the candles died.
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"Now, shall we begin" asked the women, taking her seat on the crystal throne.
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"Our efforts to win over the tribes of Vacuo have been a success, more than 75% will now follow us without question, Salem" began Hazel.
"Excellent, and what about you Doctor" continued Salem.
"Well, my men have told me that the virus for the CCT is almost complete, with the new software update coming in a few weeks we can embed it into the program just in time. Not only that but we have confirmation that the Atlas military will be show casing their latest Atlas knight for the Vytal festival" explained Watts.
"I see ... and you Tyrian, how goes the search for the spring maiden?"
"Not well my goddess, she still eludes us even now. Headmaster Lionheart has told me that they are working on it as we speak" explained the scorpion Faunus.
"Fair enough, I expected no less. And lastly, what about you my dear dark maiden?"
"The vale branch of the white fang is well within our control. With the assistance of Roman Torchwick we should be able to reach the dust quote in time for the Vytal festival" explained Cinder.
"Good, but do remember Cinder that your primary goal is the maiden and not the destruction of Vale. That would be the secondary task dear."
"Of course my lady, the fall maiden's power shall be mine in no time. I promise you that your trust in me is not ill placed" assured Cinder.
"We shall see Cinder, we shall see" said Salem.
"But before we end this meeting Tyrian here has information that he claims to be quite interesting" said Salem, motion the Faunas to go on.
"Eeeeee, o where to begin my goddess, where to begin", The faunas rocking back and forth in his chair. "Well, I've heard from a certain someone that Ozpin been keeping some children from us. Four of them, two male and two female, all are in there early twenties."
"Odd, while not the first time the wizard has raised children I question why we should care about them?" raised Watts.
"The children of Ozpin should not be underestimated Doctor. I've seen first hand that those he raise are not to be trifled with" chided Salem. "Proceed Tyrian"
"O but here is the surprising part my lady ... there not hunters" Tyrian squealed at the end. Surprising Salem's inner circle.
"Not hunters, that is rare indeed my assassin" mused the witch.
"Oh no it's doesn't end there ... this news ... it's recent. In fact they had been adopted when they were six!"
"Lionheart only just learned of this now? I take back what I said Tyrian, this is quite interesting news. But worrying as well, could Ozpin know of our little mole?" Watts said.
"That's would be worrying indeed, if Ozpin knows then we are facing many roadblocks ahead of us" agreed Hazel.
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"Cinder ..." Salem whispered aloud "... You are still in Vale, correct?"
"Yes my lady"
"Than I have another task for you. Watch Ozpin's children, this has peaked my interest. Find why the man has taken those four in, understand?"
"Of course"
"Good"
So there you guys go, a nice slice of JNPR's daily lives. And OH NO,(In a whisper) Salem knows now.
[1] So yeah, with little knowledge of how magic works or any knowledge on spells and etc ... I had to improvise. I'll be primarily drawing ideas out of D&D as well as make some of my own spells.
And so now begins the legendary legal battle between Oz and Salem
For that is all, and this maybe the last(maybe or maybe not) chapter before winter break, so heads up on that.
Leave a like and review if you enjoyed it (please, I need as much as I can get, this poor robot need all he can get)
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All was nice in Beacon for a certain immortal Wizard. The birds were chirping, his children safe from Salem, no calls from the council, and Glynda had just finished his paperwork!
Today was a good day for Oz
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Well until his door blew open, and it was a nice one dam- SALEM.
The clouds parted as indeed standing in front of the door was his ancient adversary/ old lover. And behind her must have been her inner circle as well.
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"How in the blazes did they get in here! ... well ... Glynda has been asking for an increase in the defense budget. Hm, note to self, put more than $5 into next years budget, maybe $6" noted Ozpin.
"So, what brings you here Salem besides breaking down my doors?" he asked.
Instead of replying the immortal witch walked up him. Tensing up Ozpin prepared for the worst.
Only to slam a pile of paper on his desk.
Child Custody
"I know of them Ozma, of our children" whispered Salem.
Eyes widen in horror, "How ..."
"Qrow"
"Fuck"
"I've already got the courts approval, I'll be seeing you in the courts Ozma. I will have my children" growled the Grimm Queen as she left with her inner circle.
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Ozma pressed the button under his desk.
"Glynda, how good are you with legal matter ... involving child custody?"