Whew, the chapter's here. I know I broke my streak but yesterday I helped a friend of mine. Someone copied part of his story and used it as their own. That's called plagiarism. I think we solved the issue, but it took up a hour or so. Plus this morning I had to cook breakfast for everyone, so no writing Extension. Anyway the book I'm translating is going well. It has 24 chapters and I'm doing 1-a-day. I did chapter 3 today and I should be able to keep up the streak. Then we shall see for my stories.
Anyway, before I forget (I was almost forgetting it...) these are the team names: NBLS (Nebulous, former), JWVL (Jewel, former), CRDS (Cards, present), ABRYL (April, former), ARBYL (Arboreal, present, suggested by Alvelvnor), TTNN (Titan, present, OCs), RGGE (Rogue, present, OCs), MTOR (Meteor, present, OCs), ARTR (Arthur, present, OCs), DRGN (Dragon, present, OCs) . Not all these OC teams are going to really appear, let's just say that they are there in Beacon. And no, Team TTNN won't plan revenge on Jaune. They will disappear from this story. Expelled/MIA/KIA.
EDIT: due to reviews pointing out how Vero's punishment was literal rape in the first 'draft' of this chapter (and the reviewers were fully right so no raining hate on someone who just pointed out the truth), I decided to change his punishment into something else. Hope you enjoy the change, and forgive me. I do not condone rape, I just tried to make some humour out of Goodwitch's little perversion, and I overstepped several lines.
Also, for the ones among you who thought that "You Seriously Fucked Up" meant that Vero was going to beat down Jaune and/or Ruby, don't worry. It's Vero the one who fucked up.
"Look who we have here," Vero Tear grinned at them as he nonchalantly strolled toward them. "The pathetic weakling and the fuckable loli."
"Jaune beat you," Ruby pointed out.
Vero's eye twitched in annoyance, or maybe that was just his face recalling the wrecking it got just a few days prior. Either way, the twitch passed almost as quickly as he had come. "Such a sharp tongue, little loli-"
"She has a name, and it's Ruby," Jaune pointed out.
"-little loli, a tongue I'll have to keep busy later," he continued, ignoring Jaune's interruption as if nothing had happened. He stopped walking and his grin widened. "I prefer to be the dominant one during sex so-"
"You know, it's really rude to speak over someone." Ruby pointed out.
"-as I was saying, I like to be the dominant one during sex so I'll have to find a way to shut her up," he forcefully spoke over Jaune, raising his voice. "I'd hate to hear those snappy comments while I am fucking your brains out-"
"I think you'd just tickle her with what you've got downstairs," Jaune pointed out.
"-so I think I'll just gag you. Or maybe I could strangle you, I've heard girls make wonderful choking noises," Vero went on, starting to get angry, especially since neither of them looked worried, while they should've! He was Vero fucking Tear! They should've been afraid of him! "But I don't like having spectators so I think the weakling-"
"The name's Jaune. And I can definitely say it's not a pleasure to meet you," Jaune pointed out.
Vero gritted his teeth in anger. "-will have to be taken care of. So, if you don't mind, loli, I'll just kick his ass out of here," he basically growled. Totally not cool. "Who knows, then maybe you'll even introduce me to the girl you call sister-"
"Because Yang is my sister, duh," Ruby pointed out.
"-that is obviously not your sister as you are just an object-"
"I'm pretty sure she's more of a person that you are," Jaune pointed out.
"-that has a pretty face-"
"As opposite to yours, that I'm pretty sure looked better broken," Ruby pointed out.
"-and-"
"Do you think he had an accident before, and when I broke his face I actually set it right again?" asked Jaune.
"You-"
"That is actually a good question, you know? I don't know…" Ruby thought about it.
"I-"
"Should we tell him why we aren't scared?" Jaune inquired.
"Why-"
"Nah, let's allow him to find out by himself," shrugged Ruby.
"You-"
"Hey!" Vero turned around at the shout, and he barely had time to think 'Not again' before a fist slammed into his nose, breaking it. Once more. When the stars cleared from his vision, he found himself facing Yang Xiao Long, Sky Lark, Blake Belladonna, Lie Ren, Nora Valkyrie -he shuddered at her grin-, Weiss Schnee, and Pyrrha freaking Nikos. All with their weapons on them, and in their combat outfits. That was not good.
"What the hell?!" he exclaimed. "I was about to score with the loli!"
Yang made a sound that was more beast than human as she tried to grab the miserable bastard, but Sky beat her to it. "You were picking on the both of them. As such, I think we are fully entitled for everything we are about to do," he grinned evilly. "And believe me, we can do many things…"
Vero frowned before yelping as someone -probably Jaune given the size of the hands- shoved him forwards. He didn't even have time to activate his Semblance before Yang's hand was in his face for the second time in just under twenty seconds. A new record. One he really hadn't wanted to set.
He tried to fight back by activating his Semblance, but that turned out to be a very bad idea as Yang just grabbed Pyrrha's shield, startling the shy redhead, and shield-bashed him in the face. Despite all his skill, Vero Tear was still just human. No one can win, unarmed, against seven armed people. His Semblance held on… only for the first strike. Ren swept his legs off him, and then Blake stomped -with her heels- him right where it hurt them most. His eyes bulged out and he wailed in agony as the girl viciously dug her foot between his legs. Aura or no Aura, Semblance or no Semblance, he still felt that hit, and he still completely lost his focus.
With an imperious huff, Weiss strode forwards. "I don't care if you think you can do whatever you won't, that idea ends today," she said as she flicked Myrtenaster at him, Ice Dust activating and encasing his legs and arms in ice. "Jaune may not be my leader any more, and he's not who I would call a friend. I guess that he is only the lesser of two evils," she stated, making Jaune grumble. "But despite his faults I know he is a good person at heart, something that can't be said for you." She stepped back to allow Yang to continue her beating, but not before shooting a glare at Jaune. "And don't take this as a compliment. I was just stating a fact."
With a mad grin that matched Nora's, Yang sat on Vero's chest and grinned down at him. He scowled and activated his Semblance again, but again it was broken. This time by Nora, who jumped with both feet on his stomach. All air was robbed from him as he gasped, but the short ginger didn't stop there. She began making some weird kind of mini-dance that apparently included a lot of stomping around. Vero tried to tell her -quite rudely- to get off, but Yang beat him to it.
Or, well… she just beat him.
A punch connected to his cheek, forcing him to turn even as Nora cheerfully continued to 'dance'. Jaune and Ruby had disappeared, probably to avoid Ruby to see what was probably going to be a very brutal beating, and Pyrrha was standing behind, a little unsure on what to do but appearing satisfied with how Vero was being beaten. Sky and Blake high-fived each other, while Weiss and Ren exchanged nods of approval.
The trapped boy managed to free an arm and punched Yang with all the Aura and strength he could muster. The blonde's head jerked to the side, accepting the punch, and when she looked at him again her eyes were red. He had the inkling his hadn't been a smart move. "Thanks for the power-up," she grinned. "But I think this ain't gonna be enough. Sky~"
The mentioned boy sighed before drawing his halberd and repeatedly slashing at Yang's exposed back. Yang grinned at every hit while Vero just looked at her as if she were a masochist. That was pretty much how the scene looked. Sky delivered one last hit before he bent over and gently kissed her neck. "Here. Kiss it better."
Yang snorted at the joke. "You just wanted to kiss me."
"I'm not gonna deny the obvious truth," he boy shrugged nonchalantly.
Yang's cheeks gained a very light red tint and she quickly distracted herself by looking back down at Vero. He was still staring at her strangely. "Well, this is what I call a power-up," she exclaimed as she readied a punch. "You'd better say goodbye to your nose's straightness. It's never gonna be straight again."
"Stop! Ms Xiao Long, Mr Tear, Mr Lie, Ms Valkyrie, Ms Nikos, Ms Schnee, Ms Belladonna, Mr Lark, what is going on here?" They all looked up to see Glynda Goodwitch storming over to them. "Why is Mr Tear being held in such a manner, and why does he appear to have been hit already?"
Yang froze with her fist drawn back, but before Vero could speak, Weiss intervened. "Tear was trying to bully Jaune and Ruby, and was also trying to force himself on the latter," she stated flatly.
Goodwitch looked back at the teens with a thoughtful expression. "I changed my mind, Ms Xiao Long," she commented pensively. "Hit him."
Yang and Vero exchanged looks. "Wh-" Whack. She punched him.
"Now, if you may, get off Mr Tear. Your position is highly unbecoming," Goodwitch ordered imperiously, and the younger blonde sighed as she had to move. Vero groaned as Goodwitch freed him from the ice, and stood up with a curse. "Mr Tear, I did warn you not to mistreat the other students. You will be punished for this."
Unheeding of her angry tone, he dusted himself off and glared at the other students. "You-"
"Please, Mr Tear, come with me in my office. We must discuss your punishment," she grinned as she gestured him to follow her. All the students followed her as well, curious about Vero's punishment and a little sadistic themselves. They soon arrived to Goodwitch's pretty bare office. There was a desk, a chair behind said desk, three couches before it, two bookshelves, and a window. Oh, and the door. Not even a carpet, not even a painting on the wall. The bare minimum. "Now, Mr Tear, if Ms Schnee's words are true, then your actions toward young Ms Rose are purely out of lust and high sexual desire. Well, then I guess that as your professor, I must take care of that problem."
All the students gaped at her as she slowly pulled Vero toward her desk. All the students, except for Vero himself, of course. "Banging you? Mmh, well, I guess you are indeed ho-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING?!"
Glynda smiled as she held up the DVD folder. "Dear, this? This is one of my latest 'detention items'," she said with a vicious smirk as she used her Telekinesis to bind Vero to her chair, turning him to face her laptop. "Professor Peter Port's complete porn series, starring quite a few partners and every possible sex position known in this world. I hope that'll help you cool your raging hormones, young man."
Heedless of Vero's cries for help, all the other students fled the room with crimson faces and horror in their eyes.
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Jaune chuckled malignly as the screams began anew. Oh, they would go on for quite some time. He knew Auntie Glyn wasn't one to be satisfied easily, especially when it came to 'punishments'. He had been unfortunate enough to walk in on her once, and he had been branded for life. But that horror now only fuelled his amusement as he heard Vero's shrieks for help.
Not like he would regret sicking his aunt on him. Vero deserved it.
"What's so funny?" Ruby asked from beside him.
The two of them were sitting on a bench in the courtyard, practising one of any teen's favourite hobbies. Doing absolutely nothing. Or rather, doing some small talk -or long talk, if one had to be honest- and just lazying around. While both of them weren't indolent, from time to time everyone enjoyed taking a small break and just relaxing somewhere, or talking with someone. For them, it was also a very good opportunity to get to know each other better. The whole 'soul linked' thing was still new to them, so they guessed they should've at least known something about each other. Linked souls and barely friends? No, that couldn't last. They would need to become BFF.
The sky wasn't sunny nor cloudless. Vale had a warm climate, but also a rainy one, especially at the start of October. Boring grey clouds covered the sky. They weren't the cheerfully white ones nor the majestic black ones that rumbled with thunders and rustled with winds. No, they were the boring grey ones that kept the heat from reaching the ground, and sometimes poured down a fine hail of water that slowly but surely drenched everything. Nor glorious lightning ripped through the sky, no imperious -Weiss-like, then- thunder imposed its rule over the silence. No, just a damn cold day with a grey sky that was just plain boring.
The two of them had exchanged their uniforms for something a little bit warmer. Deciding to humour Ruby, he had taken with him a heavy white cloak to match hers, not noticing the look in her eyes when she saw it. He had also worn a white sweater with grey rhombus, foregoing his hoodie for something warmer. Instead of his jeans -that honestly didn't keep him much warm- he had chosen a grey pair of warmer pants. He didn't mind the absence of colour on his person, though. His now very peculiar gold-and-crimson hair and blue-and-silver eyes held more than enough colour for him.
Ruby had kept her cloak, of course, but had decided that wearing a skirt on a cold day just wasn't going to work. She had exchanged that and her tights for some black leggings. Not warmer by much, but enough to endure the weather. Instead of her corset -that was one piece with the skirt and so had to be discarded- she wore a black shirt under a crimson jacket to go with her colour theme. Although she still didn't know what to do of her golden locks. She had been told that blue eyes went well with red hair so that wasn't a problem, but the gold disrupted her whole colour theme. She'd have to find a way to add it to the theme, since it wasn't probable for her hair to turn back red.
The two of them had been surprised by the rain in the courtyard. It wasn't a strong hail of water but it was bothersome, so they had taken refuge under one of the many -useless- archways that punctuated Beacon. The two of them hadn't even gotten damp, luckily, but now they were staring at the falling rain, waiting for it to end.
It was Ruby who broke the silence.
"So…" she began hesitantly. "Since it appears we're kind of blocked here, why don't we get to know each other? Like… what's your favourite colour?"
Jaune blinked and rubbed his neck. "Err… I haven't really thought much about it. I mean, I like all colours," he confessed awkwardly. "But if I had to choose, I think I'd choose white, deep blue and gold."
"Your Aura colour, your natural eye colour, and your natural hair colour," snickered Ruby.
"Hey, wanna talk about yours?" he grumbled, crossing his arms. "Wait, let me guess: red and black."
Ruby showed him the tongue. "That was too easy. Your turn."
Jaune sighed before chuckling as he played along. "It's been quite some time since I last played 'get to know you'," he laughed. "There's not really much time for friendship when you travel around… let's see, why a scythe as weapon?"
She sobered up at the mention of her beloved -and gone- baby. "Many reasons," she shrugged lightly. "I mean, it was cool, it went along well with my physique, it's also Uncle Qrow's weapon, and it's original. What's more to like? And what about you?"
Jaune sombrely looked at the rain. "Before forging this I used Crocea Mors, a family heirloom," he explained with a sigh. "You've seen it already, it's not all that special. My family didn't really have the money to buy me an advanced or complex weapon, we were still settling down. So I just took the family heirloom." He was silent for a second, probably thinking about something related to the sword. "As for my current weapon, I just went with what Jekyel told me. I am a good metalworker, but I don't really know much about weapons."
Ruby giggled. "I do. Although I don't think I'd be able to forge a solid sword like your Crocea Mors. Too little strength in these arms," she said as she held up her arms. "Did he tell you why he chose those?"
Jaune shrugged again. "He said that despite my strength he didn't think I'd be good with a heavy weapon. I don't think something like sabres are gonna fit me, but he was right when he said that a bow would fit me better. I still think I should modify it, but I don't know what would happen to you if I did so…" he finished lamely, slumping a bit.
"Well, we can try," she replied cheerfully. "I guess it's my turn now, right?" She hummed thoughtfully. "Why do you want to be a Huntsman?"
That seemed to be the wrong thing to ask. Jaune's eyes lost part of their light and he looked away, at the rain, while his entire body just slumped. "It's… complicated," he said softly. Ruby tilted her head to the side, waiting for him to explain further. "I've always grown up with stories of heroes. And up until a few generations ago, my family -the Arc Clan- had always been a lineage of warriors. All thorough my childhood, I was told stories of heroes defeating villains and protecting people. I always loved them. I wanted to become one of those heroes."
Ruby nodded along. More or less her very same reason. She too had grown up with fairytales.
"But my parents weren't Hunters. My father was a smith and my mother was a shopkeeper. And to be honest, none of my sister ever really showed interest in becoming a Huntress. And given that my mother and I travelled for ten years before settling down, I never really had a chance to attend a combat school. As you know I've been accepted into Beacon as a special student…" She nodded. "I so wanted to become a Huntsman and yet up until now I never got the chance. Plus my family has never really been rich, so I couldn't even afford a private trainer. Long story short… For years I've thought how unfair the world was. I wanted to become a Huntsman with all my heart and yet I had no way of doing so. I wanted to help people, why did I have to be denied that?"
"But now you're here," Ruby pointed out.
Jaune let out a breath of hot air. "Yes. Yes, now I am here, but… I'm here by chance. Not by skill, nor by money… Hadn't Glynda been my aunt, Beacon would've never known of my existence," he continued wearily. "So I'm not sure any more if I want to be like in the fairytales. The hero always only needs hope and will, but hope and will didn't do anything for me, so maybe I'm just not the hero. And now I'm just… trying to find another reason for being a Huntsman."
"Well, I'm sure you'll find one, and it'll be a good one!" Ruby exclaimed cheerfully, but she inwardly winced at having touched such a sensible subject. "As for me… well, now that I've heard your reason I feel a bit silly at telling mine because it's more or less the same. I wanted to help people like in the fairytales, I wanted to make the world a better place. I knew the world wasn't fair but it never really stopped me from training. I always had the means to train close at hand. I always had the will to protect others, so it's just that."
"Don't let my glumness affect you as well," Jaune gave her a half-hearted shrug. "Besides, I'm here in Beacon now, right? I just have to survive until graduation. It won't be easy but hey, unless Ozpin gets another crazy idea and hurls us in the Emerald Forest again, I should be able to make it."
The two of the shared a chuckle at that. "So…" she said. "Your turn?"
Jaune chuckled again. "Oum we're so bad at this," he commented. "Well… what's the thing you'd like to learn about most in the world? I know this is a very private question, let's change it… something you'd really like to learn about?"
"Sex." He choked and sputtered, turning crimson red, at her flat response. "I've caught the word a few times but Yang and Dad always refused to explain anything, and kept me away from anything or anyone that might've explained me what 'sex' is. So yeah, I'd like to know about this big mystery of 'sex'."
Jaune looked at her with a mix of disbelief and shock. "You don't know what sex is?!" he whisper-yelled. "No one ever taught you?!"
Ruby blinked innocently. "That's what I said, yep," she replied plainly. "And what about you? What would you like to learn?"
Jaune coughed into his fist, trying to dispel Ruby's earlier words. "Well, I…" Many things came to mind. Like fighting. He could really use some knowledge of fighting, especially since he was going to attend Beacon. He had learned the basics of flirting, like 'pick-up lines are all crappy' or 'trying too hard just doesn't work', but he wouldn't mind learning more. But those were boring to bring into a conversation. He'd need to find something else. "I… I've always wanted to learn serious mechashifting smithing," he admitted. "I mean, I know a little bit of it and even when designing Rubis Solaire Auntie Glyn helped me. It's just… I've always found so cool to be able to forge mechashift and fullmetal weapons."
"Fullmetal?" asked Ruby. She had heard the term somewhere. "Isn't it like, the opposite of mechashift? Like Crocea Mors's sword, forging without machinery. Just full metal."
"Yes, it's exactly that. Since mechashift is so famous they coined a new word for the normal forging. I'm a fullmetal smith," he nodded, confirming her guess. "I know fullmetal weaponry and armour is far more durable and 'reliable' than mechashift as they can't get stuck or be broken easily, but I've always wished I could learn some mechashift smithing. At least to see how it is to piece weapons together instead of moulding them from raw metal."
Ruby giggled at that. "Dork. It's nice but it's not so awesome to build mechashift. The planning and the finished works are what are nice. No one likes to just piece the weapon together, taking care not to displace anything," she smiled broadly, showing him her new Scroll. "Look, this is a mechashift weapon I designed yesterday during Port's class."
"Is this…" He looked closer, just to be sure. "A triple-bladed sword? Who would even be able to use that?"
"No one, but it was nice to draw it," she replied cheerfully. "Besides, at least I practised mechashift designing instead of just dozing off like most do. What did you do?"
"I was studying Dust, if I have to be honest. I still think that my mistake in confusing Wind Dust with Air Dust shouldn't have costed me an entire point. So I want to learn." He pouted for a second before he realized something. "Wait, you said you design mechashift. Does that mean you also forge mechashift?"
Ruby nodded enthusiastically. "Yup!" she exclaimed happily. "My baby Crescent Rose was my masterpiece. A high-impact, customi-"
"-zable sniper rifle installed on a scythe," completed Jaune, and the two of them had a second laugh. "Yeah, I noticed. I'm sorry for stealing it, though…"
"Eh, I loved him but I value my life more," she shrugged off his apologies, although he could detect a hint of sadness in her voice still. "You had to take it in order to resurrect me. Although I still wonder how you could've resurrected me even after changing it so much…"
Jaune frowned. "Auntie Glyn says it's more of how I see it then how much I change it," he replied slowly. "That if I continue to see it as your weapon, then it wouldn't matter even if I reforged it into a chair and used that." Ruby looked horrified by the idea, and he chuckled. "Although… if it's enough for me to believe it to be my weapon as well to use my Semblance, I was thinking…" He trailed off into silence.
Ruby waited a minute before poking his side. "What? What are you thinking?"
Jaune sighed and rubbed his neck once more. "I don't want to give you any false hope, but…" He sighed again and shook his head. "During the fight against Vero, I used Crocea Mors, and yet nothing happened. So if I were to reforge Rubis Solaire into Crescent Rose, give it back to you and use Crocea Mors once again… you'd have your weapon back, but my Semblance would still hold on. I didn't see you die when I unsheathed Crocea Mors." He winced at how harsh his words were, and tried to apologize, but Ruby stopped him.
"No. I mean, if you want to reforge it back to how it was before, that's fine but… I don't want it back." He looked at her, surprised, and she avoided his eyes. "It's not just that it's the price I have to pay for being reckless, it's… I want you to have it. It wouldn't be right if I took it back. I could design and forge an identical weapon and be happy with it, but receiving Crescent Rose back wouldn't sit well with me. I just know that." He opened his mouth to ask a question, but she beat him to it. "No, I can feel it's not your Semblance. Your Semblance feels warm and nice when it's related to something. This isn't it."
Jaune sighed again. "I still feel bad about it, though," he groaned before perking up. "Anyway, you said you forge mechashift. Could you teach me? I mean, if it's not a big problem, of course."
Going by Ruby's face, her birthday had just come. The fifth member of Team ARBYL -Goodwitch had finally flipped out and changed the name from April to Arboreal- was basically shaking with excitement, and Jaune almost leaned back. "Yes! I mean, no! I mean, it's not a problem, I'd love to teach you mechashift!" she exclaimed, almost jumping up and down Nora-style. "I've never taught anyone before, plus I love mechashift creation! What do you have in mind?"
Jaune smiled. "Well, as much as Jekyel can say that Rubis Solaire's current form is the right one for me, I disagree," he said with a grin. "With your permission, I'd like to reforge Crescent Rose. Although we'll have to be careful and stop if it hurts you. I might not be able to use it like you do, but a badass two-handed weapon is what I'd like to use against monsters that want to kill me."
If Ruby's eyes sparkled before, now they were positively glowing. "Of course you have my permission!" she squealed in enthusiasm. "And don't worry, you'll be able to fight just like I do! I'll make sure of that!"
"Ruby, I'm much heavier than you," he argued. "From what you and Yang told me, you use the recoil to jump or to send yourself flying… I can't do that."
"You can and will." She grinned eerily. "You just need a bigger gun." In a second, she was back to her usual cheerful self. "Buuuuut… you're gonna have to do one thing to pay me back."
"Anything."
"You…" She paused for drama before pointing her finger at him. "…are going to teach me 'sex'!"
Jaune didn't know if he should've face-faulted, sweat-dropped, passed out, blushed or just utter an acute squeaking noise. In the end, he opted for all of them.
All the ones who have laughed or cringed at Vero's punishment, please lift a hand.
All the ones who have laughed at Ruby's "you just need a bigger gun", please lift a hand.
All the ones who have laughed at Ruby's "...are going to teach me 'sex'!", please lift a hand.
No, not really.
Anyway, onto the true AN. This was so fun to write, especially the start and the end. Now, an Omake. This Omake has been generously donated by The Wizardrous Magicman, so thanks to them!
YOUR BODY, OR YOUR SPIRIT
"Oh, you made a BIG FUCKING MISTAKE, WIMP!"
Vero rushed Jaune, tackling him against a wall. As his head was slammed against the perspex covering for a "HUNTSMAN REVISES Even aura users know it's worth it." poster, Ruby kicked out to destabilize the aggressing brute, and Jaune quickly seized the opportunity to shove Vero's head, in turn, into the cracked object-and then in a moment of glitching of Vero's semblance, through it.
"Oouuw..not again! I didn't even get to break Roman's baaaack..." Ruby moaned, as she was sucked into the poster. When suddenly! Out of the perched, brooding image fluttered what looked to be Jaune's mirror, only sporting a snazzy cape and eyemask, and a grey bodysuit.
"Cease citizen!" Squeaked Ruby's voice, oddly, "I'll bring this reprehensible rapscallion to justice! With my hunt-spray!" And from the huntsbelt, was produced a can, shooting what appeared to be silly string at the now-befuddled Vero standing neutrally a foot away from the equally-confused Jaune. "The hell are you doing? Fucking stop that, you freak!" Whined Vero, trying to bat it off.
"Aha! That foolhardy fearmongerer foibled and fell for my facade! Now he will face the fury of my Huntshammer, a hammer second only to the gavel of the law." And from the small of the back, was a rough copy of Magnhild deployed, only with a red H on the business end. It promptly smacked the now-untangled Tear upside the head, depleting his aura and mangling his face further into that of a frying pan shape.
"He's Mantle's problem now." Growled in Ruby's voice once more the Huntsman, wrapping the bully in the Huntscowl, which seemed to shrink-wrap around him. "Are you well, citizen?"
"Yeah, I'm good now, Ruby." Jaune sighed.
"Aww, Jaune! You're not supposed to say my name! I'm the Huntsman, remember?"
"Okay, okay, sorry. *ahem* Thank you, Huntsman! Were it not for your chivalrous vigilance over this once-proud city, I don't know what we'd do!"
"All in a day's work, citizen. Time to take this nefarious ne'er-do-well to the authorities."
From the cloth-sealed imprint of Vero came "Ha hucker yur hoo hooing? Oi hill hot he hued hor hum hinky holehay HDFM hit hif hat hoover!"
"...Huh, that's just spoiled the mood. Let's just bring him to Goodwitch." Dejected Ruby, pulling off the Huntsman's face.
"Yeah, sure. Want some help carrying him?"
"If you wouldn't mind." "Hup!"
"We can just do the roleplay when he's not around!"
"Up we g-Wait, WHAT!?"
This is what Vero said: "The fuck are you two doing? I will not be used for some kinky roleplay BDSM shit with that loser!"
Again, The Wizardrous Magicman supplied me with the translation from Smotherese. I hope you enjoyed!
And this chapter concludes the Semblance Arc. Short? Yes. Also sweet and rolls off the tongue.
Next arc: Ruby Arc.
Next chapter: New Weapon. Come on, a more self-explanatory title is impossible to find. Anyway, Jaune reforges Crescent Rose (you can ask for a specific calibre, but I think that any calibre more than Ruby's .50 is light artillery) with a new gun feature to allow HIM to use the recoil. We'll probably also see him be sent flying by the recoil. Plus, Ruby forges another weapon (identical to Crescent Rose), 'cause she's tired of not having a weapon!
Until next time,
Khor Evik Vlakhavlakh
