Let's get one thing straight here: YOU MISSED THE GODDAMN POINT! I don't know what to say. I really have no words. Seriously, I wake up this morning to find SO MANY MISSED POINTS! Also, someone apparently missed the fact that his Semblance is Switch, the characters just won't call it that yet. If you want any information on his Semblance, please see the Setup before Chapter 1 for a rundown of his basic abilities with his Semblance. Ohhhh, Imma need some coffee today. Right after I watch the eclipse, I really wanna see it. Sorry for flaming/bashing on you guys, but… ugh, nevermind. Hopefully, I can reset your sights today. Please enjoy.


Arc of All Trades

Twin Cavalry Sabers

Chapter 9

"I just don't know what to do," Pyrrha sighed, sitting criss-cross next to Vent. The horse nuzzled up against her and whinnied. "I mean, Jax was so nice to me. What made him so crazy all of a sudden?"

Vent huffed, touching his wet nose to her right arm. He proceeded to rest his head on her shoulder and rub his cheek against hers. Pyrrha used her right hand and stroked his golden coat.

"Pyrrha," the Spartan heard someone calling for her. Nora. At least she couldn't understand horse, so even if Vent tried telling her the whole fiasco would be over by the time anyone knew. "Pyrrha, where are you?"

"I suppose I should get going," Nikos said glumly. "Hopefully Jax doesn't do anything to me. Thanks for listening to me, Vent." The horse nodded his tall head and cuddled his face with hers one last time.

With that, Pyrrha got up and met her teammate like nothing happened. What she didn't count on was the Rider-compatible Bullhead landing, dropping off one of her worst nightmares to date.

"Quite the impressive design, Mr. Arc," Matthieu said to his son, trying to be a smartass professional. "Especially for a transforming mount such as yours. And you even made it transform into a weapon?"

"Yes I did, Professor Arc," Jaune returned fire, with the same tone as his father had. "Although, I'm not sure where I'll get the money to make it."

*Let me see it, morons,* Vent huffed. *I'm the mount, I should be comfortable and approve the design.*

"C'mon, Vent," Jaune complained.

"You're ruining our joke," Matthieu added to the complaint. Vent rolled his eyes.

"Humans," was all Vent said, intentionally speaking aloud. "Just let me see it already."

*Can I see,* Joyeux panted excitedly, sitting on top of Vent's head. *Pretty please?*

"Get your paws out from over my eyes and I will," Vent growled at the growing pup. The four of them were just outside the stables, just after taking the stud for a walk/bareback ride through the Emerald Forest. As it turned out, he was only now learning how to transform into another creature. His favorite thus far was a rather large lion, 5 feet at the shoulder. He could barely get down to that level, and even then rarely ever succeeded in lasting more than ten minutes without getting a serious headache.

Due to her time as a Beowolf, Joyeux was slowly learning to control her fears. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the idea of killing Grimm just like her adoptive team. How she might manage to do so at such a young age was beyond Jaune, even further beyond Matthieu, but even little foxes could have dreams.

"Well, here it is," Jaune held up his sketch for both mount and pet to see. Both were intrigued, but Vent seemed to have another idea.

"I have an idea, but I doubt you'll like it," Vent stated. "Instead of the pads for me, how about you just go with a simple towel? I honestly wouldn't mind that. And in terms of all the armor, most of it can go. Simply dye all the leather to whatever color you like, and we'll call it good at that. Cheaper, no?"

"But, you can't transform into anything just yet," Matthieu argued. Vent snorted.

"I can work on it, can't I? Just like Mr. Army over here did with his Semblance. He had no problems getting to where he is, and neither will I. Besides, we're not fighting Grimm just yet. I've got plenty of time to figure it all out."

"He's got a point," Jaune agreed. "You know what, that's a great idea. Thanks, Vent."

"Indeed," the stud smirked. *Satisfied, Little Girl?*

*Very, thank you,* Joy squealed, hopping off of his back. Jaune smirked at their antics.


"So we have a late arrival to Beacon," Ozpin asked rhetorically. While students were known to actually enter the academy past Initiation, it was extremely rare for an entire team to transfer between schools after classes had already started. Then again, Lionheart tended to delay transfers without reason, likely trying to tempt the students whose transfer was requested to stay at his school. As it was, even a single Rider Team, or a team with a Rider amongst their ranks, took quite some time to pack up and make the necessary arrangements.

It was quite a surprise even to Ozpin, hearing about the entirety of Team JPTR (Jupiter) transferring to Beacon. Even the team's leader, Royce Jaxon, was reported as being highly unlikely to desire a transfer. So what could instigate this change in behaviour?

"'Pears so," Matthieu Arc said, using his Scroll to calculate grades for his students. Quite the strange teacher he turned out to be, but he was certainly a good one if reports of Cardin's improvements were anything to go by. "Royce Jaxon, team leader, Riding Huntsman-in-training, and son of the famous Wallace Jackson. Victor 'Panzer' Dark, orphaned during a Faunus Rights protest gone violent and quite the rowdy one, judging by his messy hair and the look in his eye. Typhoon, given and last names unknown, born an orphan, and extremely dangerous when riled up. Robin Goldeye, crafty as a fox and just as quick. Generally, JPTR is a force to be reckoned with. Rumors from Mistral say that Royce could beat Pyrrha Nikos in a match with or without his mount. Speaking of which, the last member is a Gigawolf, commonly called a Dire Wolf on steroids and an insane workout regime. If I read the name correctly, her name was… Casper, I want to say?"

"Jasper," his sister corrected. "The necessary preparations have already been made, and tomorrow they will begin their first proper day of classes. I personally am entertaining the idea of simply testing them against a team similar in skill and roster. One at a time, of course."

"We'll see just how adaptable they are when I mix Cardin Winchester into the fray," Professor Arc crossed his arms. Ozpin sighed, pushing his glasses back up his face.

"I for one am hoping they enjoy their stay at Beacon," the Headmaster hoped aloud.


Team JNPR was walking through the courtyard towards the docks when Nora suddenly stopped and stared in awe at a certain ship. Jaune had done his research on Rider-compatible transports and recognized the vessel to be an Aerial Rider Transport, also known as an Aragon. What he saw walking off the vessel was absolutely strange, even after he'd heard that a new team had transferred from Haven.

A kid with brown hair sticking up all over the place, a strange set of Norse armor, and enough energy to put both Nora and Ruby to shame simultaneously. A teen with blue-streaked silver hair, red eyes, wearing a Roman toga and tunic. A young black-haired man with a tuxedo, red bowtie matching his golden eyes, carrying a briefcase that looked more like the explosive kind of football to Jaune. And finally, riding a Gigawolf with a thick chestnut coat and blue eyes, was a young man wearing armored grey trousers, a cream shirt over a yellow undershirt, a tan coat with a beige interior and brown sleeves, navy hair, and the most vibrant brown eyes Jaune had ever seen. While the Gigawolf Rider seemed to hold an extreme power to him, he didn't seem all that powerful. In fact, the Gigawolf seemed to carry most of the power that its rider held in his pride.

"Well, the new team is here," Nora commented. "I think their designation is Team… JPTR?"

"Aren't they led by Royce Jaxon," Ren asked, likely for confirmation in case anything had changed.

"He's the one riding the puppy-dog, right," Jaune folded his arms, putting the majority of his weight on his right leg. "Looks cool, I guess."

"Looks can be deceiving, Jaune," Ren started. "Rumor has it that he can beat Pyrrha in a fight, on his own if he wanted."

"Legend has it that he's used his rifle-sword to cut a boulder in half," Nora nearly shouted, excited about the idea of a legend entering Beacon. "It's even been said that he's the only one who can resist Pyrrha's Polarity."

"Who cares about legends," Jaune asked. "If he gets to be a legend, then so does everyone else. Besides, I've beaten Pyrrha before."

"I don't think you understand," Nora interrupted him. "His Semblance is Neutralize. It lets him keep anyone and everyone from using their Semblance. That's supposedly how he beat Pyrrha, which… sorta makes sense, in a strange way. You beat her in a bad mood, yes; problem is, you're weak when you're in a good mood, and you used your Semblance to beat her. I highly doubt you're even close to skilled enough to beat him, especially in your current state."

"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence," Jaune rolled his eyes at his teammates' enthusiasm. "At least Pyrrha'll believe in me, right Pyrrha? Pyrrha?" He turned to see Pyrrha frozen, chest rising and falling with her quick, deep draws of breath.

"He followed me," is all she said, barely audible in her terror. Out of nowhere, Jaune heard galloping from the direction of the Stables, which were being upgraded and would be finished within two days. The cavalier turned to see Vent racing towards his rider.

*Jaune, you need to hear something,* the horse panted. *It's about this new team. And Pyrrha too.*

"Then tell me," Jaune ordered with a similar urgency. "Tell us. What's going on?"

"Royce Jaxon is Pyrrha's ex," the Transmorph complied. Silence surrounded the team. Then, out of nowhere, Nora and Ren burst out laughing.

"That can't be right," Nora said between breaths. "They're still dating, aren't they?"

"We broke up before I came here," Pyrrha mumbled, barely heard over the unfortunately loud laughter. Jaune heard her, however, and had a sick gut feeling.

"Wait, so your ex is a kickass with a wolf, and he followed you here," Jaune asked for confirmation. Nora and Ren eventually calmed down enough to facepalm, not realizing that they were still stuck in the past.

"I guess so," Pyrrha muttered, stepping away from the Rider Team slowly. Nora sneezed viciously. Ren looked up to his teammate slowly as if she'd gone crazy.

"Wait, what," the stoic man said in his confusion. Jaune facepalmed.

"If you weren't laughing so hard, you'd've heard what she said," Vent chastised. His head turned to face the transport and snorted. "I'd suggest you all move along. They'll be bound to notice otherwise."

"Agreed," Jaune answered. "I don't exactly have much time to get my shopping done, and the sale ends today once the store closes. Unless our resident fanboy/fangirl duo want to occupy them while Pyrrha and I get out of Beacon."

"Hey," Nora griped.

"We did imply that we were," Ren admitted begrudgingly, proceeding to lead Nora to the new team. "Honestly, I'm more interested in if any of the rumors are true."

The team parted ways, leaving the horse to return to the Stables.


"So what had you so scared back there," Jaune asked. "I mean, even if those rumors are true I don't see any reason to be scared of him." Pyrrha shuddered, not even bothering to hide the cold feeling she had. "Unless he was an abusive asshole, then I'll shove Mors Argentum up his ass and pull the trigger."

"He didn't do anything to me yet," his partner quivered. "It's what he did to his last girlfriend, an old acquaintance of mine. She left Sanctuary looking beautiful one day, and came back the next as if she'd just been on the losing side of a war. All she told me was to keep away from him, but by that point he'd already left her and moved on to me."

"Is that why you came to Beacon, or is there something you're not telling me," Jaune urged on. She was silent for a few moments before she finally answered.

"About two months after the incident, that friend of mine left and was unable to return." Her partner immediately understood what that meant. "She asked me not to tell anyone she couldn't trust. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this earlier."

"I understand, Pyrrha," the cavalier answered. He said nothing else until they reached their destination, a small shop called 'Lone Star Riders Apparel and Misc.', in a half minute.

"You're not mad at me," she asked him softly. Her green eyes were misty from her recent experience and fears. Jaune shook his head and patted her on the shoulder.

"Why should I be," he returned. "Everyone has their secrets, Pyrrha, even me. If I were to get mad at you for keeping secrets, I'd hate myself, my family, my horse, and pretty much the whole world. Heck, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you, and I'll respect your secrets to the best of my ability."

Jaune entered the store and took hardly two minutes inside. Just enough time for trouble to start. He exited, hand on Lux Sancto just in case, and found nothing out of the ordinary. Even Pyrrha was still there, waiting patiently on him while wiping her eyes. The cavalier took her down to a nearby cafe down the road a little ways from the Vale airfields and purchased a light drink for her, a hot cocoa with a hint of peppermint flavor, while he got himself a chilled Whisper. The whole way to the fields, she leaned on him for both support and comfort. If one were passing by, it would appear as though the partners were two lovers on an evening stroll.


"Your new chassis is in the tube to the right," Rico Goodwitch explained to the ancient droid. "Please enter the chamber to your left, Data."

*I do not understand,* said the android. *If the goal is to transfer my programming to a new supercomputer and chassis, then why must we do so in an enclosed space?*

"This is to ensure that no external elements may interfere with the process," Rico ensured the robot. "Adding to that, if something occurs within the chambers, it won't have too much of a lasting effect on the outside."

"Also known as we can't screw you up, and if you explode only you die," Dallas translated in rather bold font, metaphorically speaking. The machine's face paled in the color of its glow.

*I see,* Data nodded. *Although, your logic is flawed, Dallas. The fuel source within me, while indeed stable, is highly explosive, and should the tank within me erupt it is quite possible that the entirety of Beacon will be engulfed in a sinkhole.* Dallas paled. Rico punched his partner in the arm.

"Way to go, Dally, may as well have given the guy a match."

"Well, I took some and burned it. Lasts quite a while, burns pretty bright, but it didn't blow up on me." Data stared at Matthieu as if the leader had gone mad.

*Anything explodes when under pressure,* the droid explained.

"If you four are finished enlightening us with disastrous outcomes, let us proceed," Ozpin interrupted. Data nodded and backed up into the 7-foot cylinder. Dallas and Rico both plugged the machines in through Data's back and locked the parts into place. Data willingly lowered his power to a data transfer setting. The only glow to his ancient body was extremely faint, save for the ocular monitor on his face.

*Transfer module, active. Proceed.* Data's phonics system relayed. Ozpin nodded and gave the go-ahead to his assistant. Glynda pulled a lever at the console between the two chambers, and the procedure began. The transfer was slow, likely because Data had so much information, memory, and personality to upload into his new chassis. Speaking of which, he had requested for the new chassis, if humanoid in any way, to more closely resemble that of a male, preferably young in appearance. Any weapons systems he was to be given would have to be energy projectile-based, as he was most familiar with their systems. Motor functions would have to be pre-programmed into the new design, as he would leave them behind in the older model for study and replication if desired. Other specifications were related to processing power, information storage, and sensory input.

The data transfer went along without a hitch, although the glow of his old chassis dying out gave Team MRGD quite the scare. Both chambers opened, and after a quick bootup a strange human stepped out. He wore a yellow shirt, although it seemed almost stitched on in a way. Same with the dark gray-brown pants and sleek boots, as with the steel insignia. Said insignia looked like an upside-down 'v' with a circle near the point, the letters/numbers NCC-1701B inscribed in black beneath the metal insignia. When he opened his eyes for the first time, the whites transformed into a rather vibrant golden color, contrasting excellently with his red-orange eyes. HIs skin was extremely pale, with no unusual effects given by the bootup or activation. Underneath the sickly humanoid appearance was a complex array of hydraulics, rotator cuffs and rotors to use them, sensory wires, a chassis and support structure made of the hardest materials found on Remnant, and the most powerful computer technology ever invented, far surpassing that of Atlas due to the complex designs given by Data himself.

Standing before the team and Headmaster was a machine of incredible design, stronger than a thousand Atlassian Knights, smarter than the scientists who created this new form for him, and host to a powerful sentient AI with processing speed at least fifty times stronger than the Cross-Continental Transmit System turbo processing unit at its peak performance while overclocked at the maximum. In fact, it had the potential to successfully propel Mankind out of the atmosphere for the first time.

"This body reaches beyond my expectations and requirements," Data complemented, the lips on his face moving just like that of a human or Faunus would. Every solitary movement was stable and smooth… so much so that he didn't wobble like an ordinary human would. His body began developing a dual-colored Aura with blue and green glows, albeit slowly due to the fact that he hadn't consumed anything organic. His Aura Generation System, designed by Atlas for medical purposes, was designed to take the digestive system that every living thing had and synthesize the innate ability to draw Aura from the consumption of food. Speaking of which, his synthetic stomach growled slightly. "Thank you very much… now what is this feeling of emptiness inside my abdominal cavity?"

"That would be hunger," Ozpin chuckled. "Since you have asked for a more human appearance as well as an Aura, we have given you our most advanced form of Aura-generating technology we could give you. Along with that comes the requirement to consume food to generate and sustain your Aura. An excrement system has not been implemented, as your body will burn what it cannot digest. Take care not to consume too much at once, as that will do nothing to increase your Aura capacity and risk the depletion or destruction of your Aura generator."

"That's a crappy burn if I've ever heard one," Dallas joked, earning an elbow to the gut from his leader.

"I will take this advice into consideration," Data stated. "However, I do not understand the necessity for any of this 'Aura generation' equipment."

"Oh, you will," Matthieu explained. "After all, you're now a student here at Beacon and have been given your own team. They understand everything, including why your current body has been… absent for so long. And to keep up the muse of being human," he withdrew plasma projectile accelerator gauntlets and gave them to the synthetic human, "these are your new weapons. We decided to separate your weapons systems from your full design to both complete the Huntsman image you've got going and to prevent your processors from overloading and rendering you into what equates to a giant paperweight."

"But paperweights are stiff, immobile, and relatively lightweight," Data's brow scrunched up in confusion. His brown hair started raising with how quickly his processors were moving.

"Precisely," Matthieu stated. "Those processors of yours are designed to support only so much, and adding a weapons system would go over that limit. A bit faster than the human mind can process, but not by much."

"Actually, I am detecting a secondary processing unit," Data stopped him. "Activating… there is more than enough power with both processors active to employ a weapons system. In fact, I have just rearranged both to use all 16 cores to bear equal load, thus increasing the lifespan of the processors by approximately 20 years. A replacement is preferable, but with your current level of knowledge and the inaccessibility to silicon I understand your inability to procure such a processor for me at this time."

Matthieu's jaw must've hit the floor with the force of a truck.

"So why did you design me with a separate weapons system," Data repeated.

"Power drain, it's easier and more affordable, and we weren't sure if you'd go on a rampage and start killing everyone once you obtained a weapons system." Data stared at Rico, almost appearing hurt.

"But Mr. Goodwitch, my protocols do not accept anything as threatening. In fact, I have found yet another protocol: Tournament Dueling, a safety net for combat in which I only assault any opponent until their Aura or Auras are below 10 percent. Not only that, but I have researched just what a duel between Huntsmen entails, and I understand the context perfectly."

"You have me to thank for that," Dallas patted the android on the shoulder. "I linked it to your own systems, made sure that your combat computer followed the same rules when you use that Protocol. This way, you know when to stop and when you can't go on legally. Make sense?"

"Indeed it does," Data said gratefully. "But I still do not understand the need for such measures - ."

"You're posing as a student at Beacon and your new name is Data Curator, now shut the fuck up," Matthieu snapped.

"Please," his sister added. "You're making my head hurt."

"Which one of us," Data asked like the naive android he was.

"Both of you," Glynda glared at the machine and her brother. "Please. Shut. Up. Already."


That night, Jaune had just finished sewing the saddle together and was now dying the separate decorative portions of the white leather a bright golden color, hoping to match nicely with his golden blades and scabbards. Pyrrha had just finished her schoolwork, and sat on a stool mesmerized by her partner's rhythmatic leatherworking and seemingly fluid hammering, stitching, dying, and tapping. The final cut piece went into the dying vat, the first cut now a bright gold and moved onto the drying rack. The second, having just finished its 30-minute dye bath, was pulled onto a rod, moved over the rack carefully, lowered onto its place on the rod, and draped over the lacquered wood onto which it would hang until it was finally dry enough to begin work with. For now, there wasn't much that Jaune was able to do until all the pieces were finished dying, drying, and in place on the beautiful white saddle he had created for Vent, so he turned to Pyrrha in the hopes of striking up a conversation.

"Holding up okay," Jaune asked, a soft smile highlighting his long blond hair and bright blue eyes. She returned the smile and nodded.

"For now I am, I suppose," the Spartan answered. The cavalier gave her a thumbs up, smile now revealing his bright off-white teeth. To any normal observer, Jaune might look as if he didn't take care of his teeth, but that was the exact opposite of the case. He simply preferred the natural color of his teeth, which was an extremely pale warm yellow color, being over 90% white. "Thank you for listening today. I needed it."

"Well, I follow an old rule of chivalry," Jaune joked, proceeding to clap his fist to his chest in a mock salute from a bygone era. Pyrrha couldn't help but laugh at his antics.

"...I don't care if she became a goddess," Jaune heard a voice from outside the workshop. "She will be mine, and that's that."

*That's not what I meant,* a feminine wolf growled. *Beware of her, but moreso of her partner. I smelled horse nearby even before that detestable grass-eater came near their team. It may be that he simply cares for ponies, but he could also be a Rider such as yourself.*

"Give me a break, Jasper," the man's voice growled back. "There is no chance of him overcoming me, not in his lifetime. You forget so easily that I am Royce Jaxon, the best Riding Huntsman since my father Romulus. There is no chance in Hell that he could ever possibly be a threat." With that, the door creaked open and revealed the young man riding the Gigawolf at the airpad earlier today, carrying a pair of riding guards for his thighs and calves, as well as a leather-chainmail chestpiece. Jaune immediately recognized it to be a piece of mid-armor, something to go between the undershirt and the overshirt. He would know, he used it often himself.

"Son of Romulus Jaxon, huh," Jaune commented to himself, hardly audible to anyone in the room. "He rejected Crocea Mors when Great-Grandpa Julius Arc offered it to him. Bit him in the ass pretty hard, didn't it Grandad?" The navy-haired Huntsman-in-training turned to look at the duo. Evidently not wanting to stir up trouble in public, he went with the option of going through introductions.

"My apologies, did I intrude in any way," brown eyes kept gazing at Pyrrha, although Jaune noticed that he looked away from Jaune's cobalt gaze, which was locked onto the new face. The cavalier smirked.

"Nah, I heard you just outside the door," Jaune said with brutal honesty, eyes trained on the intruder. "I also happen to be a Beast Whisperer myself, I heard you talking to your mount." The new guy's eye twitched slightly, hiding it quickly as his gaze turned back to Pyrrha's green terrified look. She recognized him, feared him. This guy was a force to be reckoned with, apparently.

"And your hearing is far more acute than I first expected," the Rider complimented. "Tell me, are you a Faunus, or perhaps an android?"

"On the contrary, I'm totally human." A midnight eyebrow raised. Pyrrha kept looking at Jaune and nodding in the direction of another exit, but he shook his head once and she stopped. "As are you, I assume?"

"Quite the observant one, are we," Jaxon admitted, smirking. "Tell me, do you know who I am?"

"I can guess, but I might get it wrong," Jaune returned. "How about you introduce yourself and your mount, and I'll introduce myself."

"Respectable. I am Royce Jaxon, son of Romulus Jaxon and future husband of Pyrrha Nikos - ."

"That cocky attitude will get your ass kicked someday," Jaune smarted off, crossing his arms. Royce looked to be about 5'10, 6' tops. Standing up would only cause fear, so diplomacy had to work. "Instead of 'future husband of', try 'romantically interested in'. It'll help if you ever run into her fiance."

"I beg your pardon?"

"There's no ring, and you're not wearing a glove or a necklace to hide one. So, unless you plan on dropping the knee or proving it, you can't say that she's your fiancee. Good point, no?"

"Mmph, indeed. Fine, I am Royce Jaxon, son of Romulus Jaxon. My mount behind me is Jasper, a chestnut Gigawolf Alpha female. And you?"

"Jaune Arc, son of Professor Matthieu Arc and great-grandson of Julius Arc. My partner, across from me, is Pyrrha Nikos, and the future bearer of this saddle I'm making is a Transmorphic Horse stud called Vent, standing 16.2 hands high, golden coat, black mane, and runs at a top speed of nearly 40 miles an hour. And before you go calling me a terrible excuse for a Riding Huntsman, I'm actually a Mixed Huntsman."

Royce stood stock-still, likely contemplating on what to do/say next.

"Well met, Mr. Arc," he said after a short breath. "I take it Pyrrha forgot to mention that she is in a - ."

"Was," the partners both corrected him. Jaxon instinctively slapped Pyrrha across the face, and Jaune stood up. He towered over Royce with ease. Evidently, the Rider was no more than 5'7, only broad-shouldered like any other Rider.

"Hit her again, and I will retaliate in kind," Jaune threatened, voice becoming slightly deeper. His eyes changed a violent shade of red, although he had no idea that they weren't shining red. They glowed a bright gold.

"And what would that retaliation be," Royce demanded, snobby attitude finally coming out. Jaune started glaring at the shorter Rider, and Jaxon backed off almost immediately. He apologized to Pyrrha rather quickly and seated himself at his own work table. Jaune smirked, turning to continue pulling out more pieces of leather decor. Pyrrha stood up gently, caressing the mark on her cheek, and sat back down right next to Jaune on the bench, putting the cavalier between her and the proud Wolf Rider.

*I warned you about him,* Jasper whined deeply to her master, who only grunted as he began repairing his riding chaps and gloves. Jaune pushed down the pride inside him, as well as the wrath dangling over Royce's head.

End


A/N: Okay, I think I've done a triple-dosie instead of one. I've given Data a new name and body, which will be showcased eventually. In fact, he is nearly pivotal in the Data Curator arc (hehe, no). As for Royce, he has two arcs to deal with, double entendre totally intended. I hope that I've cleared something up for Pyrrha's relationship status.

KEY NOTICE: I'm not against shipping Jaune with other characters, I'm really not. This one happens to follow the canon ship, and in terms of LGBT stuff, I really don't take him for that sort of thing. Maybe he'd fall for Ruby or her sister, but not Ren or anything crazy like that. IN THE FUTURE, I might include something interesting like Bumblebee (or something else that MAKES SENSE), but that is not this one.

Now that that's over with, I can finally explain the 3-day delay. My uncle came over and started fixing our router situation, which now has a bridge… sort of. Right now, each device gets a set amount of Mbps seeing as how the bridge isn't complete. He'll come over at a later time to fix it, but until then I'll do my best to stay on track with this. Also, I'll try to keep with this story until I can't think of something else, then I'll switch over to PH again. The whole 'weekly focus' thing really doesn't work out when you're Autistic, does it?

On to other news, my brother is now in the second highest band in the entire high school, first chair at that. I'm not saying that I'm proud of him (even though I am), but I'm sort of envious because I was always too lazy to even try back when I was his age. I was always more into animations and coding. Oh, and French. French was fun.

One more IRL thing, I just got the news from my grandmother and mother. My great-grandmother, whose laundry I've been doing for roughly 6 months by now, has been put into hospice. The doctors say she's got about 3 to 6 months left in her before her candle sputters out. I pretty much expected this since she got put into the nursing home, but it's still pretty hard on my grandmother. My brother's bound to feel the hit too, since he's grown really close to her. It sucks, ol' Death. So keep my great-grandmother in your prayers, ask that she have a good last lap, alright? Thanks for listening and everything. You guys are awesome, remember that.

Nostalgia trip over, everyone remember that my 'P' account (let's just call it 'P', everyone gets that right?) is General Texas. And speaking of names, this is Gen. Tex. signing out.