To the reader, Za Rudo (Guest), well, that depends really. Redeeming the Dead has taken the forethought of my wittle ole brain, but I do have plans for some old monster Jaunes I made. Not sure when they'll be started up, but I got plans for them.
Regarding my creatures, well, the only ones I likely plan to continue/start is my Dullahan, Dryder (Jaune is half spider), Dragon, Fallen, maybe Yautja, maybe a Wraith (like Shadow of Mordor/War, maybe), including a few others, like a Demon, maybe rewrite my Kitsune, or a something. I've got some other monsters I want to continue, but the possibility of me continuing/starting them is slim, and these are most likely the ones I'll do.
I accept ideas of all creatures, worlds, crossovers, etc. If there's one that's wanted to be continued alongside this story, even if it isn't a monster-Jaune, then feel free to tell me, and whichever I see is the most wanted, that's what I'll do alongside Chosen Jaune.
I'll post whatever I receive the most of, then maybe start a poll, then we'll do a thing.
For this story, I plan to bring in my new and improved (most likely not) Initiation! And I do wonder what will happen to Jaune...heh heh heh...sorry.
I'm a good cherry, don't hurt me.
Expect Canon elements, and non-Canon elements. This is my story, and I plan to cherry-fy it in my own way.
Some backstory for Jaune that I may or may not mention in the story. Jaune is from Mistral, more specifically, the Outlands of Mistral. Outside Mistral Kingdom. Mistral also being a cesspool of the corrupt and criminal variety under the surface and rather calming upper class, upper levels of Mistral.
Thankfully, Jaune never really had to fight any bandits, his father was determined not to let Jaune have to fight, but with the possibility there, he taught Jaune the basics in swordplay. Jaune will be able to use a sword, but definitely not Huntsman level.
About the same level of a boy who grew up in the area of the world where criminals and the corrupt mostly reside alongside innocent people trying to make a living. Like that area of Remnant was John Wick turned into a place.
Not OP, but I want to make Jaune seem somewhat sane coming to Beacon without proper training, but having the training of holding his own against common thugs. I wouldn't say he's able to hold his own against any type of Huntsman trained bad guy, or Grimm, as even the weakest ones travel in packs.
He's got the basics and the body for it.
Just figured I'd specify this little tidbit.
Also, can any of you guys take a guess, or a thought, as to what the main-and/or-named characters of the RWBY world would be in the Dark Souls universe? Through all three games?
It's obvious what kind of character Cinder would be, but what of the others?
Compared to what I normally write, this is definitely my longest chapter ever written. With my normal, short chapter style, this was meant to be a couple separate chapters, but because I decided to give something that isn't 1-2 thousand words, here you go. Overly detailed, kinda drawled out, but it's here. Deal with it.
Toodles!
Whether one believes it or not, Jaune is more intune to the social etiquette of teenagers, and despite how comfy it was and how used to wearing it he was, he refused to sleep in the bright blue bunny onesie his sisters got him. He did aim to find a girlfriend at some point, and while he and all his sisters wore onesies at home, and they were alright with them, he knew that nothing but unending teasing would befall him should he be seen with the bright blue article of clothing.
He was already Vomit Boy, no way would he ruin his non-existent reputation any further!
So, he instead came to the very very spacious messhall-converted-sleeping area for the Initiates in black boxers and a dark blue, long sleeved shirt that slightly clung to his body. Before it was slightly baggy on him, and while he held no confidence in his swordwork whatsoever, that didn't mean he shirked in his physical training.
While definitely not a very muscly guy, and with his hoodie one would never notice, he did have some decent muscle, most of it having come from the strenuous work back in the Mistralean Outlands with his father in moving wood and helping him transport materials back and forth between settlements and the Mistral Kingdom itself, the rest came from the time he would focus on training his body.
No muscle to write home about, but without his hoodie in the way, his lithe form was visible to all, and the view of a six pack could be seen. He held no doubt he was the weakest, as that one rainbow themed girl he saw in the courtyard held a gigantic greatsword over her shoulder, which had to be thicker than his arms, and her arms were as thick as the long, two hander handle of her weapon. She also wore a sleeveless jacket that showed off her skinny arms.
So yeah. He was definitely the weakest, six pack or no.
He was happy with himself that he was able fight down his embarrassed blush and walk to an empty space in the room, his dark blue sleeping bag under his arm, ignoring his self-doubt that came with the sight of all the much more muscled teens -specifically the males- showing off muscle, whether unconsciously, or on purpose.
It was mostly on purpose to get the girl' attention. Boys.
Spreading out his sleeping bag, he intended to get some light reading in on the books he downloaded to his scroll, with a certain Ninja's of Love book demanding his attention.
Sue him, the story was good! Blame his sisters for getting him hooked on it!
With his back against the marble wall, he took his place next to a girl in a gown, Black, as he doesn't yet know her name, her bow flicking -wait, flicking?- as she lit a candle with a match, both having appeared out of nowhere, and her eyes beginning to comb over a book.
Jaune's eyes glanced at the book, unable to decipher a title from the positioning of her hands. He'd ask her, but his eyes took one look at the skin of her legs showing through her gown, and the rather beautiful frame of her face that made him blush, and make him bite down any attempts at asking her before his socially awkward self made a mistake and embarrassed himself in front of another person. Another girl, more specifically.
"Hey Jaune!" His eyes snapped to the voice that called his name, blood rushing to his ears in fear of having been caught staring at Black next to him, but thankfully that didn't seem to be the case as instead it was Ruby waving at him, walking over towards him in a black tank top and some rather cute rose flower dotted pyjama pants.
A Grimm themed sleep mask? Cool.
What wasn't cool was the blonde that was following her, hands behind her head and chest puffed out in her yellow tank top that did nothing to hide her bust, and some really short short-shorts. The same girl who he had puked on on the plane. Who also seemed to recognize him, but thankfully didn't steer Ruby away or seem angry with him.
If anything she seemed more interested, if her expression meant anything, her hands then landing on Ruby's shoulders.
"H-hey Ruby." He meekly waved back, letting his scroll rest on the surface of his sleeping bag.
Reaching him, Ruby seemed to be filled with nonstop energy, quickly zooming towards him in a flurry of rose petals, her arms behind her back and a cute smile on her face as she addressed her friend.
Like with his younger sister, he reached out and patted her head, getting a cute pout, but she didn't back away. It was an unconscious act that he soon regretted, but thankfully that regret never went to anything as the blonde behind her chuckled and made herself known.
"Hey Rubes, didn't know you were interested in Vomit Boy here." Her tone was teasing, and he breathed in slowly and exhaled, both to disperse the blood that travelled to his face and to calm down at the fact that she didn't sound angry with him, and that no punches were thrown.
Ruby pulled a pillow out of thin air and nailed her blonde friend in the face, which got a chuckle out of both him and the blonde.
"S-shut up Yang! Vo-Jaune is my friend!" 'Yang' laughed in the action of Ruby trying to hammer her sizeable chest with tiny fists, her attention now on Jaune as she held Ruby back in the cliche manner of keeping a hand on Ruby's forehead to keep her away as she windmilled her arms.
"So, Jaune, huh?" Her eyes sharpened and he flinched as she seemed to mull over something. "I like that, it rolls of the tongue. Name's Yang, older sister to this thorn-ed Rose." Despite himself, despite the groan that came from Ruby that stopped her windmilling for a split second, and the groans of Black and the people around them who heard her speak such a horrible pun, Jaune chuckled.
Which instantly Rose him a few places higher in her book.
He calmed down as her gaze softened at his chuckle, and he became more confident, falling into a comfortable position against the wall as he stood to shake her outstretched hand, just able to hide the flinch as she unconsciously squeezed a bit harder than what would be considered a greeting handshake in mirth.
"W-well, looks like you're Yang-ing in there." Ah, bad puns. The secret weapon of older brothers and sisters alike just to torment younger siblings and those around them. His older sisters may have done that once to annoy him, but they quickly became horrified at the horrible humor they instilled in the impressionable boy.
Yang smiled wider, this time all teeth as she dropped her arm, letting Ruby fall past her in a small puft of flower petals.
"Oh yeah, Vomit Boy, we're gonna have a cat-tastic time together...just watch the puke next time, yeah?" Jaune missed the flinch that Black gave at the zero context pun as he nodded, him having found an arm slung around his neck as Yang pulled him into a friendly headlock. Although why cats? Meh. Puns are puns.
He'd be a bit more against this if she didn't remind him so much of his sister, Rouge, and be a bit more embarrassed at the chest against his cheek if Rouge wasn't bigger than Yang.
As Yang began cracking more puns, having released him at some point to instead headlock poor Ruby, they fell into a relaxed atmosphere only good friends could make around one another, although Jaune would fall into bouts of social awkwardness at times, getting some giggles from the sisters at his expense. Which also seemed to happen as Jaune attempted to axt suave, even despite his more comfortable actions, which ended in him turning into a blushing, stuttering mess.
Taking the time to look at them, he really couldn't see how they were related, but it wasn't his place to judge family, given the oddness and almost rainbow like quality of his.
Relaxing against the wall, he fell into a relaxed silence by himself as the sisters began debating on things regarding bees, weapons, knees, friends and social awkwardness. He added his two cents in every now and then, much to Ruby's adorable chagrin and Yang's mirth.
Somehow, someway, Black got into their conversation, which mostly seemed to stem from the fact they weren't even four feet from her when they began talking.
"So, Blake, what book are you reading?" Ruby asked, her stuttering tone having smoothed into a relaxed, friendly tone that showed just how easily Ruby was to talk to when she got into the groove of things. Jaune was like that, if only a few paces behind.
"Well," Jaune noted that her voice was mostly soft-spoken, but from her small tidbits into their conversation beforehand, which consisted of attempts at getting the girls and him to be quiet and-or leave the area around her, it could easily hold force that commanded attention. Sadly, it seemed only he was able to notice it, as Yang and Ruby continued trying to talk with her, whether it was complimenting her sleep wear -a yukata, from what Blake said-, complimenting her bow -she glared for some reason-, or trying to make small talk with the upcoming Initiation.
"It's about a man with two souls, one of his past self and of his present, both fighting for control, even if they aim for the same goals. It's called 'Fate'."
Ruby 'ooh'ed, and he swore her eyes twinkled, before speaking "I love stories, mom and Yang used to read them to me all the time. I love fairy tales the most." Ruby seemed to daze off for a second, her eyes seeing memories only she and Yang knew, but she beamed and focused on Blake, Jaune being a silent spectator.
"You expect a fairy tale ending in a Huntress career? Give everyone a happy ending?" Blake's tone went into condescending levels, but she also sounded genuinely interested in Ruby's response, actually dog-earing her page and closing the book, resting it on her lap as her amber colored eyes focused on Ruby's pure silver eyes.
"I hope we all get a happy ending. I'm not so naive as to think everything will end with cookies and knights, but I know that if I never try, then no one will ever experience their own happy ending. That's why I want to be a Huntress, to help people and do everything I can and more to give them their happy ending, even if I can't have mine."
That...that was honestly pretty noble, coming from a fifteen year old girl.
Then again, to become a Hunter wasn't something that fairy tales could paint, you needed to join with a reason. Some joined for the fame, some joined for the money, others joined to protect their people, others because fighting was all they were good at, others for sworn promises. There were many reason one became a Hunter, or strived for it, but it was always their own reasons, and those reasons were rarely kept because of fairy tales. Even the fame wasn't from fairy tales, but from knowing that their heroic duties lead to heroic treatment and rewards.
Jaune was once a member of the group that thought of Hunters as fairy tales and legends to be mimicked and pursued. A small group who kept this naivety for a long while. No reason other than that of a child's dreams.
Once, Jaune thought, his eyes downcast onto his scroll and his thumb hovering over the green 'call' icon, he would have said without hesitation that he wanted to be a Hunter to become a hero, a story book saviour. But growing up in the Mistralean outlands with his family showed the bad side, the gray and black areas of the line.
A want to protect his family from the true, horrible forces of the world, even if he had only been exposed to the forefront of it, the graying areas of the line.
Maybe that's what drove him to run away.
Shaking his head, he tuned back into the conversation, only to jump violently in his sleeping bag as White had appeared from nowhere and was verbally tearing into the sisters.
The argument may have gone all night between White and Yang had Blake not blown out her candle, plunging the room into a darkness that signalled sleep and an end, her small flame the last bastion of light in the dark room having been snuffed out by a blow of air, a forced, casual exhale.
Why was he thinking along weird lines like this? Who knows.
Sleep came easy, his memories and conviction fading as the comfortable chill of his sleeping bag's outer material sunk into his hands, and the chill of the hall on his face.
The next morning, Jaune found himself one of the first awake, a habit instilled into him if he wanted to get a hot shower before any of his sisters woke up.
Yawning, he crept carefully past the snoring, sleeping bodies of the Hunter hopefuls and padded lightly to the bathrooms for some morning routine.
He wasn't really surprised to find some people in the male bathroom, there were plenty of people that wake up early. What was surprising was that one of the two inhabitants was female, and that both of them weren't having some morning "fun" before everyone woke up.
That saved his eyes some.
The male was a stoic faced young man with a rather interesting shade of pink eyes and pink lock of hair to clash with his raven black ponytail, his dark green tailcoat and white pants giving him an almost "monk" kind of look. He seemed very laid back.
His friend, going by her actions to him and his response, or lack thereof, wasn't so laid back. Especially when she locked eyes with poor ole Jaune.
"Oh hey there! My name's Nora! Nora Valkyrie! And this is Ren, or Renny Bear, because he's just like some big teddy bear to hug and- oooh, Ren, he's got some long hair like you! You two can be ponytail brothers! Oh Oh! The Tail Twins! Ren's hair is sooo fun to play with, he lets me stylise it. We've been together for a long time, but not, uh, together-together! Heh heh. Oh, Renny! I hope they have pancakes! Your's are the best bu-!"
"Nora."
Like that, the torrent of Nora's tyrade of words ended with a simple, calm call of her name from the boy named Ren. Jaune was impressed by his stoicism and patience for the girl, Jaune himself wasn't sure just how long he'd stay sane around such an, admittedly cool, girl.
He was happily surprised that he could understand her rather casually spoken words, even in her excited tone. Unlike a certain Rose with weapons, Nora seemed to be a constant bundle of energy with a tap on her speaking speed.
She had short, orange hair, and turquoise eyes that sparkled with innocence and cheer framed her energetic, happy smile perfectly. Her jacket and white shirt was oddly smoothed out for her jumpy, energetic actions, her hands on Ren's shoulders and humming a nameless tune while shaking him slightly as he tried to brush his teeth, her pink skirt connected to her tights covered legs and pink sneakers.
Blinking twice, Jaune took out his materials for his morning rituals and began to brush his teeth after answering some of Nora's sudden questions on pancakes and sloths, for some reason.
A few minutes later, all three were walking out, catching some odd looks from the teens waking up or heading to the bathrooms. Well, it's not everyday an overly energetic girl walks out of the bathroom with two boys, making idle chatter about sloths and the noises they make.
Voicing his thoughts, Jaune addressed his two new friends, or so he labeled them, on a thought he was having, "I wonder what initiation will be like? Maybe we'll have to do some writing? Or maybe fight each other?"
Nora the Forever Energized butted in, clinging to Jaune's back in a way that sent him into big brother mode, hefting her up comfortably as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He just felt comfortable around the girl, her uncomfortably close actions not meant in any other method than just what seemed natural. That and she was nice to be around, her bubbly personality the equivalent of a happy, sun filled day. On drugs.
"Oh oh! Maybe we'll have to fight a Nevermore and a Deathstalker and a horde of zombies crawling out of a hole in the ground!" That didn't sound like fun, even though Nora's tone suggested she hoped for that.
"And how we would even get to the Deathstalker, Nevermore and horde of zombies?" Jaune shifted her weight higher to get a better grip, Ren silent but the small ghost of a smile on his face and the glint in his eyes showing he was enjoying their conversation all the same.
"Duh! Headmaster Ozpin and Miss Goodwitch will launch us off a cliff! Then me, Renny and Jauney can form a team that kills Grimm in exchange for pancakes and we can sell their fur as rugs for lien!"
Jaune and Ren chuckled. Nora was like that excitable kid you just love making happy.
"Yeah, we'll name it the Pancake Sloths." Jaune joked, Ren chuckling as Nora 'squee'd and hugged Jaune tighter, nearly strangling the poor boy had Ren not tapped Nora's arm before she could squeeze too tight.
Breakfast was a calm affair, Nora even quieting down as she dug into her mountain of pancakes, only her happy hums audible over her literally slurping down pancakes like one does with noodles.
The Stomach of Iron, she calls it.
Jaune dug into some bacon and eggs with a small helping of pancakes and a healthy pile of sausage, Ren having reserved himself for a morning bowl of cereal and some health bars, or so he called them. Nora seemed to recoil at Ren's pointing out of them. Soon enough, more students began to filter into the cafeteria, some familiar faces such as Yang and Ruby, alongside White eventually after.
Joining the trio at the table with trays of food, Jaune only raised a brow at Ruby's choice of breakfast: a platter of cookies. Which she began inhaling, much like Nora slurped down pancakes.
Yang seemed to have nothing but meat, boasting two giant piles of sausages, bacon and a pitcher of orange juice? Jaune glanced at his and Ren's glasses of milk, and wondered if he could get a pitcher as well.
Ruby and Nora got along swimmingly, Yang and Jaune cracking a few puns that made the other three groan.
Jaune loved this. He had honestly never felt so at ease amongst new people, but they all had their own auras of honest welcoming around them that he couldn't help but relax around them. Must be a difference between being raised in a Huntsman schooling system, instead of a public one.
"Good luck in Initiation, you two." Jaune spoke after swallowing the last of his pancakes, his platters polished off.
Yang belched, leaving Ruby red in the face and stuttering at some kind of "public behavior", but Jaune just laughed at the satisfied look on the blonde's face, Nora belching even louder, her gut seeming to have grown from food, and then deflating with the burp.
Seems like a useful ability to have…
"Heh, right back at ya Vomit Boy, cuz I'm gonna blow this thing outta the water!" Jaune smiled wider at that.
Yang had some pretty nice muscle mass on her arms, and her cockiness wouldn't have lasted through her training as a Huntress if she couldn't back it up.
Ruby nodded, "Yeah! No more awkward moments, now Crescent Rose can do all the talking!" A little odd, but her enthusiasm even made Ren nod in agreement.
Nora had "found" another pile of pancakes, Jaune pointedly ignoring the sound of some other student stammering at the sudden disappearance of her pancakes, inhaling them with gusto into an endless abyss that is her stomach, yet even as she slurped down the pancakes like noodles, her agreement was easy to understand, even if the words came out in a mess of dough and syrup.
Only a few short minutes later found the five newly made friends in the locker room, Jaune beginning to mutter outside of the group as they split for each of their lockers.
"I swear I didn't put them in 636...I'm also pretty sure I didn't put them in the locker."
He had only came in the barebones of his armor and with his main weapons, having delivered his duffel bag with the other student luggages back before take off. He found it incredibly disturbing that he did not remember placing his armor and weapons in the lockers, and yet when he awoke they were gone and he thought nothing of it until just now.
Before any more thoughts on the matter of disappearing gear could continue, he heard the voices of two girls coming up, and he decided asking for directions to the 600 locker rows wouldn't hurt.
Despite the common thought of his sisters and his parents, he was a rather talkative person with others once he got used to the place he was in. Having had some pleasant talk with what he confirmed as friends, that being Yang, Ruby, Ren, and Nora, he felt himself more wanting to meet new people.
Oh, he was still very nervous, everyone would be, but he was definitely much more willing to go up and talk to what were practically supermodels becoming Hunters.
He didn't realize until he was only a few steps away, which he probably should've from voice alone, but one of the two girls he saw was the devil-slash-angel voice White, and that the other was the Mistralean red-head he saw in the auditorium.
Walking towards them, he tapped on the shoulder of the red-head.
"Excuse me, do either of you know where locker 636 is?" Something ugly passed over the face of white, her face fixed into some sort of snarl glare.
"Excuse you!? Do you have any idea who you just oh so casually greeted!?" Her voice was just as angelic and shrill as it was from the auditorium. Which did nothing to help his rapidly decreasing courage.
"Oh, uh, no…?" It was very unmanly to hear his voice come out so meek to a girl at least a head and a half smaller than him. Two heads, maybe two and a half heads smaller than him at most.
For some reason, Red two point oh was beaming at his words. Odd.
"'No'!?" White seemed to calm down, or try at least, and pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath. "This," she said with a flourish of her arms at the much taller Mistralean, "is Pyrrha Nikos, four time regional champion of the Mistral Regional Tournament, the face of the most popular cereal, Pumpkin Pete's-"
Jaune interrupted her with a snap of his fingers, drawing an incredibly heated glare from the smaller girl.
"That's where I know you from! You seemed familiar, although that was probably because you're a Mistralean like me." For some reason, Pyrrha looked a bit worried. Was it wrong to label her as a Mistralean, even though he is as well? "I remember you from the cereal, my sisters are absolutely obsessed with the stuff. Was it fun modeling for it at least?"
Pyrrha blinked, casually pushing back White with a hand to step to Jaune, their heights nearly even with Pyrrha only a tad taller than Jaune himself. Those could be her heels though.
"Ah, hello there." Her voice was very happy, rolling words off her tongue in the familiar accent of Mistral. "It's nice to meet another Mistralean in Vale. To ónomá mou eínai Pýrra, kai eísai?" Jaune smiled and replied, "To ónomá mou eínai Jaune, eínai oraío na synantithoúme. I didn't know you were such a tough fighter, I heard the tournaments go through at least two hundred matches in hot pits?"
Pyrrha nodded. "Yes, that was too let fighters who lost have a chance to get back on the leaderboards against the lower ranking fighters. Those fights are the most common around the middle of the tournaments, and the pits are for the more 'gladiator' like themes the spectators enjoy. They're hot, and incredibly easy to mess up in."
Jaune crossed his arms and smiled, "Sounds challenging." Deciding to address their third member, Jaune turned to White, who was still fuming behind Pyrrha's arm.
"Hello there, my name's Jaune, what's your name?"
White did not take to kindly to his words.
Some minutes later, his ears no longer ringing, he made his way to the cliffs, his gear on and his sword on his hip.
His armor consisted of white steel from his home forge over leather, his hoodie underneath that. Some would think it too be hot for comfort in battle, but Jaune had a knack for heat, and the layers of metal, leather, hoodie and shirt did nothing to bother him.
With cuisses that cut off just above the knee, his greaves covered his shins and curled out just at his feet, where his sneakers resided, his knees covered by the leather that connected cuisse and greave. His breastplate was like that of a downward diamond, connected to diamond shaped pauldrons that gave the best protecting for his upper body, his biceps protected by the leather of his underarmor and hoodie sleeves, his right forearm covered in a gauntlet while his shield arm was only protected by leather, hoodie and brown glove.
The steel was, thankfully, pretty light despite appearances, and they provided ample protection, but he learned quickly in the bit of training he had that while he could move, the lightness meant there was little protection against incredibly heavy attacks, and his vitals could be exploited and cut through the leather.
He was aware of the faults, but he trained in this armor, and it was what he knew best. He wasn't picky when it came down to it anyways, armor was armor.
Pyrrha waved at him from a white pad away from him, to which he waved back. Pyrrha had apologized immediately after Weiss, as he then learned her name was, stormed off, his ears ringing something horrible.
He waved it off, mostly in embarrassment from how profusely she was apologizing for someone else who obviously wasn't sorry, and after gearing up he reminded her that they were needed on the cliff with everyone else.
Oh, he missed Ozpin's speech. Ah well.
Wait, he was pretty sure there more students on the pads. Was that a click beneath hi- oh no.
Well, I was a dumb and accidentally deleted the page where I wrote the Initiation, and I feel this is enough for now, I'll rewrite it after I'm done coughing, and I remember what I wrote in it exactly.
Yes, this is a long, overly detailed chapter, I hope you all liked it!
I most likely won't write such long chapters very often, but I decided instead of breaking this up into the several other short chapters I normally do that you would all enjoy a long, overly detailed, most likely horribly written chapter instead!
Let me know what you think, if you'd like, 'cuz I feel like the character designs I went for now were a bit skewed, but eh.
I did have to go to ye olde google translate for the Greek between Jaune and Pyrrha, and if anyone does SPEAK, or is willing to translate english to Greek and so on and so forth for whenever I do write it, please let me know! Translate does have a tendency to mess up the language it is translating in ways only the speakers of said language know.
The design for his armor that I mentioned earlier, well, come ask me for a full description and what I intend to do if you'd like to know some spoilers, and detail I didn't add.
Thanks, little cherries!
Yes, I did call you "little cherries". Deal with it.
Let me know about any errors, whether they be consistency, character changes when I wrote something else or the other, or I made grammar errors.
Please, feel free to critique me! Praise me! Praise the sun! All three!