Heya guys! This chapter is out because since Remnants of Dimensions is waiting for the next chapter to be reacted to to be sent by DocX, and I was getting bored.
Anyway, I wanted to address an important issue real quick. The gifts. I'm sorry to announce that from now on, I will no more accept gifts. As good as they were, they took too much of this chapter. I mean, this entire chapter is, without the notes, 9 806 words long. The non-gifts reaction story is 3 715 words long. The gifts themselves are 3 159 words, and the TES chapter itself is more or less 2 900 words (my math is 2 932). The gifts themselves took up more than a third of the entire chapter. I can instead accept the users sending small notes to the Watchers but it's a maybe, I'm still not sure if I will do that instead. I really love discussing of the gifts with you but as I wrote, I realized that I couldn't go on like this. The part for the gifts was longer than the average chapter for my story Trail of Blood. So, from this chapter until I say otherwise, no gifts are allowed. Any request will unfortunately be met with a kind but firm refusal.
I'm also sad to announce that one of the gift-senders and friend of mine, Phoenix Warehouse Productions, has decided to take a break from writing and gift-sending for a while for personal reasons. I ask you to use one mere minute of your time, a minute you would've otherwise used to read this very story, to think about what he's done for others. My story Remnants of Dimensions's background has been written by me, but two thirds of the ideas are from him. He's done so much for us, and so much for me as a friend, and now I ask you to use a minute of your time here on FFN to think about him and thank him for what he's done. No words are needed, but find in your heart the gratitude I feel toward him. Thank you all.
Almost everyone had been really happy for their gifts. Neptune and Cardin, of course, hadn't, while Ironwood, Winter and Goodwitch were still suspicious.
However, before they could start another viewing, a flame appeared out of nowhere; Phoenix's favourite way of communicate with them. The note was very simple.
"More gifts from other Writers are going to arrive soon. While I am happy to allow gifts to reach you, I must ask you to keep most of your gifts in a separate room as not to crowd the Watching Hall. Especially because my friend Khor abhor disorder when he's not maker of said chaos. You will see that a door has appeared behind you: it's a simple large empty room. Store your gifts in there for the time being. You are free to retrieve your gifts at any moment. It's just a way to avoid filling the room with various stuff. Signed, Phoenix."
Not three seconds after the note had, as usual, burnt away, another portal opened and several boxes landed on the ground. Nora moved to get them but this time Ruby used her Semblance and successfully reached them before everyone else. Fishing a hand inside the first, she smiled at the note and began to read.
"Dear Miss Rose." She blinked at the apparent coincidence. "A gift, from an empathetic soul to a simple one… the cloak once worn by Summer Rose. You are not the only one to have lost a mother. May you find some comfort in this gift. Sincerely, a kindred spirit." Ruby's eyes brimmed with tears as she set the note aside and pulled a long, flowing white cloak from the box. She murmured a thank you as she wrapped herself in it without even removing her own cape.
Seeing how Ruby was currently unresponsive to the outside world, Ren took over and walked to the next box, pulling out a new note. "Dear Readers, I'm sending you all a few pictures of yourselves, modified to turn cuteness and adorableness up to eleven. And as for Ruby, I'm also adding a pack of doubly stuffed Oreos. Sincerely yours, Ethan Kenway, Writer of Worlds."
The green ninja then laid the pack of cookies before Ruby, who even in her state of emotional turmoil snatched it quicker than the eye could follow. Then Ren pulled an album of pictures from the box and showed it to the others. They were undoubtedly pictures of the Watchers themselves, even if they had tiny bodies and huge heads, and were much cuter. Except in Ruby's case because that would be impossible. (Khor's note: think of ChibiRWBY)
Nora finally got to the next box and pulled out a short note. "Dear Watchers, I guess it's unnecessary to say that I've sent you gifts given that other Writers have already done so. I'm thus just wishing you a good viewing and enjoy your gifts. Kindest regards, Randy, Imperial Guardsman, Writer of Worlds."
Nora smirked as she pulled out a shirt with `Hammer Time` written on the front. There was a small `for Nora` note attached to it, and only Ren's quick reflexes prevented the girl from undressing to wear it immediately. The next gift was thrown directly at Cardin's head from the gingerhead, a large leaden trophy with `Most meh leader` written on the marble base. The bully scowled as he rubbed his forehead, and began rethinking his life choices. Ozpin received a coffee mug -empty, of course- with `World's Best Headmaster` written across it, much to Goodwitch's annoyance. Qrow received a more symbolic gift, instead: a flask with a robin, a goldfinch, a crow and a raven sitting on a branch together. And finally, Team RWBY got a poster of a tiny Blake hanging from her ribbon with the caption `Yang in There`. Yang absolutely loved the poster. Blake, a little less. (Khor's note: think of Chibi Blake)
As Blake sulked, Yang opened the next box. "Hi there, my name's Indigo One. They call me the Troublemaker for some reason, but let's not dwell on that." Yang smirked. "Here's several gifts for you people, if you accept them."
Yang pulled a white and orange painting and an earthware pot. "For Nora and Ren, here's a pack of orange and white warpaint and a glazed earthware pot. While this seems useless, the warpaint is an ancient relic from the early Barbarians of Remnant, which reminds me of the fact that Nora is a modern Barbarian… sorry, a modern Warrior Maiden." Many a student snickered, fully agreeing with the statement. "For Ren, this pot is an ancient and priceless pot from your clan's history. Please don't break it. And don't let Nora break it."
"For Qrow, here's some Oolong tea in a flask," read Yang, handing the flask to her uncle. "Be careful because it's flammable… if you know what I mean." The man took the flask with uncertainty.
"As much as I like flasks," he said. "Why am I getting just flasks? It's not like alcohol is all I have in my life."
"Ah no?" said Winter, mockingly surprised.
"For Team RWBY, here's a picture of Team STRQ. Think of it as a moral debt to you people. Surpass this team's legend, if you can." The four girls of RWBY felt their competitiveness streak perk up at the challenge and hurried to look at the team… only to slump down in defeat when they recognized just who STRQ's members were. Basically the most powerful Huntsmen and Huntresses ever graduated from Beacon.
"For Yang, here's a dog whistle as well as a bird whistle." She took out the two gifts with a confused frown, not really knowing what to do with them. Qrow was already wincing. "They're very loud, though, so be sure you're prepared for the consequences."
"For Ruby, there's a book. `Dust and its Effects for Dummies, Dumbasses, and all the categories in between`." Ruby pouted as Yang handed her the book."And yes, it's a joke."
"For Weiss, here are some double chocolate chip cookies. You can use them to blackmail… ehm, control your team leader." Weiss accepted the gifts with a somewhat creepy grin on her face. Ruby shrank but couldn't help but stare at the cookies.
"For everyone, I gave you all Fortune cookies. Be sure not to eat the wise words inside." Everyone then took one of the cookies and gently bit into them. Qrow was the first to get the piece of paper and proudly read it aloud without thinking about the consequences.
"The pain of the past can break your heart. Drinking will just make it stop."
Most Watchers had a quick laugh at that as the powerful Huntsman sulked and crumpled the paper. Even if he had to admit that it wasn't wrong.
After the laughter had subsided, Yang finished reading the note. "And that's all. Sorry if these gifts may offend you people. I need to clean my Multidimensional Kaleidoscopic Lens and make sure it's not pointed in the wrong direction. Signed, Indigo One, Former Knight in service of the Round Table, currently a simple Watcher for the Multiverse."
Blake pushed her aside and opened yet another box. It wasn't the last. "This Hero is here to give gifts to RWBY and JNPR. To Ruby I give a belt for Special Rounds for Crescent Rose. It's empty, but you can fill it with rounds so you don't have to carry them in your pockets at all times. To Weiss, a picture of your father's head photoshopped on the body of a pig… I think it's fitting. To Blake, legal paperwork signed by myself, as Writer of Worlds, that states that no, Ninjas of Love is not smut." Blake blushed. "To Yang, the bill for the damage you caused at Junior's… thankfully already paid. To Jaune, a family photo with you, your father, your mother and your younger sister Cometé. Nora, a photo of Team JNPR, your new family, all smiling at the camera… and you have a syrup grenade in your hands. There's also another picture taken four seconds after the first. Guess what happened. ;) Pyrrha, a photo of Jaune when he was eight. Ren, a bag full of herbs and a photo of your family before the tragedy. Enjoy your gifts. Signed, Blake Tourdner, Writer of Worlds, Watcher of the Multiverse."
Everyone took their gift with varying degree of emotions. Weiss laughed at her gift, while Yang laughed at Blake's and chuckled nervously at her own. Jaune and Ren alike had sober looks as they took theirs, and Nora was just laughing at the picture of JNPR covered in syrup, but smiling nonetheless. Pyrrha smiled at the photo and stored it in her pocket, near the one where Jaune was twelve. Ruby immediately wore the ammo belt, of course.
Ozpin then strode forwards and joined the students in their game of box-opening. "Hello dear Watchers, as you can guess these are my gifts for you." The Headmaster snorted a laugh. "For all the females in the room, here are photos of how your kids would look like if you married Jaune."
Needless to say or write, no one was spared from the blush that reached their cheeks. Even more so when they noticed that every single one of the kids was as adorable as a little angel. Even the one caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Especially that one. Obviously, he was Ruby and Jaune's kid.
Ozpin chuckled before continuing. "For Ozpin, a book called `All the Fucks I Give Towards the Council and their Bullshit`." The Headmaster halted for a second to flip through the pages before he chuckled. "You're the author, Ozpin. It stars Qrow Branwen and Summer Rose."
Ironwood gave him the stink eye.
"For Cardin, two spiky boots to the head, and they're homing: you can't dodge them." The teen groaned as two heavy boots imprinted themselves on his forehead. "Also, they have special imprints on their soles, so that when they hit…" Everyone got what that meant when they saw the words `EAT SHIT` printed on Cardin's forehead for a few seconds before his Aura healed them away.
"For Winter…" Ozpin raised an eyebrow as a hand made out of ice exited the box and flipped off the woman, much to her irritation. "An icy middle finger."
Jaune and Qrow weren't the only ones to laugh at that even as the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.
Finally, attached to the box there was a picture of a man whose face was hidden by a red cloak. Two green lightning bolts in an inverted V shape (^) acted as eyes, holding two peace signs up, one hand being skeletal and the other robotic. Written on the back of the picture there was a note for Jaune that Ozpin read aloud. "Jaune, I want to wish you luck in the future. I know that luck doesn't solve all problems and I know you prefer to solve trouble with skill, but a little luck never hurts. Signed Displacer, Creator of Universe-SM256, Watcher of Timelines."
Pyrrha was the next one to open a box, sighing as she saw that it was the second-to-last. "Seems like we're popular," she joked. She had no idea how right she was. "Dear People who are Watching the World, here is a mighty fine delivery of some books from my little library of interesting things. They're mostly just an enjoyable read, and I thought you could get into some of them. For Ruby and Yang, The Secrets of Nickolas Flannel, a six book series of the possible hidden life of magic, vilains and any possible local person you know. Blake, the series known as Fogborn, where having a little metal can go a long way with the art of Allomancy. Jaune, it's more of a comic set, but it's known as Legend of Zeta. Cardin and Neptune, here's a book about pooping. Sun, he's a… decent… book called Sixty Shades of Grey." (Khor's note: the non-Remnant versions of these books are The Secrets of Nickolas Flamel, Mistborn, Legend of Zelda and Fifty Shades of Grey)
Pyrrha handed each book to its new owner before finishing the note. "Enjoy a little leasure time to read a bit of these books, I promise you, you'll enjoy them. Signed, Aries Rifter, The Man from the Asylum."
Sun blushed bright red as soon as he flipped through the pages, while both Neptune and Cardin groaned at the umpteenth offensive gift. Seriously, they needed to rethink their life choices.
Winter was the one to open the last box. "This is Tenno Victor Lazarus here. We of Clan Wolf-in-Exile bring gifts," she read aloud before starting to bring out the gifts.
"To Mister Lie Ren, we give thee an Orokin-made Tea Set, with etchings of Team JNPR and RWBY, for you to share a soothing cup of tea when the time calls. We have also figured Nora might attempt smashing it, so we hardened the set." Ren was initially sceptic that anything could resiste Nora's smashing, but then he remembered just how was the sender. Someone with powers akin to a god.
"To Miss Nora Valkyrie, we give thee a small group of Noggles. All of Teams JNPR, RWBY, CVFY and CRDL. Enjoy your goofiness with their bobbing big heads. We have enclosed Pancakes in a heat bag too." Nora smiled as she took the gifts, already choosing to use CRDL's Noggles as target practice. (Khor's notes: Noggles are the Warframe versions of Bobbleheads. I know nothing about Warframe, but the sender was gracious enough to explain it to me)
"To Pyrrha of Nikos and Jaune of Arc, we give thee the Repala and Sovereign Syndayn respectively, to grant you a degree of, as it's said, `Badassery`. Enclosed with them are assorted chocolates made in the land of Australia, from my native world." The two teens took the cloaks, red with bronze accents for Pyrrha and silver with golden accents for Jaune. (Khor's note: [how many notes do I have to write!?] the Syndayn are actually Syandana cloaks from Warframe. Changed the name. Google Repala Syandana or Sovereign Syandana for the images. They're too hard to describe)
"To Cardin of Winchester, we give thee…" The boy flinched and protected his head. "A decent sandwich. Enjoy your snack." The boy blinked as Winter handed him the snack and muttered a thank you.
"To Miss Ruby Rose, we give thee the Izvara Syndayn, stylized to be like Summer Rose's Cloak, as well as homemade chocolate chip cookies. Enjoy your snacks." Ruby took the cloak and wrapped it around her frame, thus reaching her record of three cloaks/capes worn at the same time, before taking the cookies.
"To Blake of Clan Belladonna, we give thee a package of Fish and Chips, as well as the Imperator Syndayn. Wear it to show Adam that your parents' ways are the best ways." Winter handed the cloak and the food to the girl who, despite having eaten an entire tuna just a little earlier, was more than happy to dug in again.
"To Miss Yang Xiao Long, we give thee the book on a Thousand and Six Puns, as well as the Icarius, so you can truly be the Dragon Huntress." Yang took the cloak, designed to look not dissimilar to dragon wings, and the book. Needless to be said, her puns weren't in the book.
"To Weiss of Clan Schnee, we give thee the simple yet elegant Yomo Syndayn, as well as a box of shortbread." Weiss took both the food and the cloak, putting it on despite her usual outfit not really matching with cloaks.
"To Qrow Branwen, we give thee a bottle of Homingbrew Mead, aged well over a hundred years and well preserved, as well as the Dax Syndayn so as to show you have accepted the past and have moved beyond its reach, to fight for the future of everyone." Touched by the note, the one about the mead obviously, Qrow took both items with a smile.
"To Lady Winter Schnee…" she smiled at the title. "We give thee a photo of yon father Jacques Schnee getting the stuffing beaten out of him by Clem, and Whitley getting a Wedgie by Ivara, as well as the Capella Cape to warm yonself while you enjoy those two's humiliation." She chuckled at the photo and stored it in her pocket before folding the note and putting it back into the box. (Khor's note: the sender of the gift described the photo like this: "The Photo(s) would show Jacques Schnee getting beaten up by a Grineer barely tall enough to get up to his Waist, while Whitley is getting a Flag-pole Wedgie, with Ivara giving a mocking salute at the base of the Pole." Since the photo description has elements of Warframe, I decided to add it as Khor's Note.)
Finally, the boxes disappeared with a heavy sigh, almost as if someone had just finished typing lots of words and was now relieved it was over.
Strict as ever, Goodwitch managed to get everyone to store most of their gifts into the closet pointed out by Phoenix in his note. The sheer amount of the presents had been enough to crowd the room quite a bit, but everyone kept a gift for themselves.
Ruby kept her mother's cloak over her own, the photo of Jaune's and hers adorable son, and the ammo belt. Also a few cookies, but those were kept in her stomach. Weiss kept both the pictures she had gotten from Adrian Midnight-Phoenix and Blake Tourdner. Yang kept the sunglasses, the poster of `Yang in There`, and of course the book of puns.
Jaune kept the cloak and the new outfit. Nora obviously kept the picture of JNPR covered in syrup -it was too sweet not to- and the Noggles of JNPR and RWBY. Pyrrha just kept both of Jaune's pictures as well as their son's photo, and the chocolates from Australia, wherever that place was. Ren instead kept his family's photo and a Thermos of herbal tea.
Cardin ate his sandwich in silence, but otherwise didn't keep anything. Neptune simply didn't really get to choose: he would've really liked to leave Adrian Midnight-Phoenix's gift in the closet, but unfortunately he didn't have a say in it. Sun kept Sixty Shades of Grey and the backscratcher, of course.
Ozpin kept the mug and the special coffee, even if he did tell himself to read the book later. Goodwitch simply kept the new cloak and stored her own away in the closet. Qrow kept both flasks… after having refilled them, but nothing else, while Ironwood kept his team's picture. Winter was torn between military strictness and humanity, but eventually she stored everything away in the closet.
After all, it wasn't as if the closet would destroy the gifts. They would be free to take them out whenever they wanted to.
They made some idle talk until a few minutes later, when the screen lit up.
WE HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE GIFTS.
IT'S BEEN A PAIN IN THE ASS TO SORT THEM OUT AND ALLOW YOU TO RECEIVE THEM, SO WE DO HOPE YOU LIKED THEM.
CARDIN AND NEPTUNE BEING THE EXCEPTION, OBVIOUSLY.
ANYWAY, NOW ENJOY THE NEXT VIEWING OF
JAUNE ARC: THE ELEMENTAL SWORDSMAN
SIGNED
PHOENIX, THE HOST
KHOR, THE HOUSEOWNER
The group exchanged a glance and then promptly shrugged. While it was the first time such a message had appeared on the screen, they had seen weirder stuff just a few minutes earlier.
The morning was going just as the previous one did, Jaune was up first followed by Pyrrha and Nora, who then woke up Ren although without flying across the room. Jaune was getting his supplies ready when Pyrrha came up to him.
"So, Jaune, what happened yesterday? You stayed behind after Grimm Studies and then didn't come back to the dorm until late. Did something happen?" she asked.
Jaune thought for a second. "Well, Professor Port wanted to know why I didn't fight that Grimm seriously and I told him my reason-"
"You mean the whole hating being the center of attention thing?!" Nora chimed in from the bathroom.
A few chuckled at Nora's antics even as Ren and Jaune alike sighed. "Well, she's right," noted Ruby. "That's the reason…"
"Being right, though, doesn't always give you permission to interrupt someone," replied Weiss. "Especially as they're about to say that very same statement."
"Yes, Nora, thank you for that. After that I ran into a couple of friends, who were in an argument and decided to help the two out. I don't know how much I did but hopefully, it worked out." He gave Pyrrha a smile and she returned it.
"That's very nice of you, Jaune. Mind if I ask why you dislike being the center of attention?" Jaune was going to answer when Nora came out of the bathroom in her uniform.
"Jaune's always been like that. Our teacher hates the spotlight as well and Jaune looks up to her. Wants to be exactly like her and picked up a lot of qualities from her." She chuckled a bit before continuing. "He even had a small crush on her for a little while. It was so cute! You should have seen the time he…" she was stopped when Ren put a hand over her mouth after Jaune gave him a 'Please stop her' look.
Everyone stared at the screen. Pyrrha felt a small pang in her chest at knowing that her crush had had a crush on someone else, but then reminded herself that the Swordsman was from another universe, not of her own.
"Well, I guess it's not all that hard to believe," shrugged Yang. "I mean, he idolized her and got a minor crush on her. It's not so unconcebable."
"Inconceivable," corrected Weiss. "Do you even know what does that mean?"
"Yep!" replied the blonde. "When you can't have children!"
Weiss face-palmed. "No."
"Of course I know what it means, come on…" laughed Yang. "It means unbelievable."
Jaune sighed and was blushing. "Thank you for the save, Ren." Ren nodded before Jaune turned back to Pyrrha. "Yeah, there's that and when people see my Semblance I get a lot of attention, both good and bad." He shrugged "Besides, I wanna be a Huntsman to help people and kill Grimm. The rest is kinda part of it, a part I don't fully like, but accept."
Pyrrha placed a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes, "I understand, Jaune. The spotlight can be a bit…overwhelming. I've had to deal with a lot during my time and know a bit of that. But, if you ever need someone to lean on, well…." She stopped, not sure on how to continued and looked away slightly.
"Just ask to the girl who's been in the spotlight all her life," completed Sun, munching on a banana. Where did he took that out from, nobody knew. Not even Sun himself.
Pyrrha slumped a bit before Ren patted her shoulder. "Cheer up," he said. "In that universe, I think even your fame will be shadowed by the Swordsman's. As for this one… well, I think that after being kidnapped by a godlike entity no one would really care about your fame, would they? They would… kind of have something else to focus on."
She smiled, but it was Nora who hammered the point home, no pun intended. "Yeah! I mean, you're awesome and all, Pyrrha, but that's all you! Not your fame!"
She looked back up when she felt Jaune's hand on hers and saw him smiling. "Thanks, Pyrrha. I knew I got the best partner." She smiled and blushed slightly at that. Then Jaune smirked before continuing, "Although, you throwing Milo at me wasn't the best idea."
She blushed a bit deeper before she hit him in the shoulder lightly. "Will you let that go already?"
"I did let it go. That's how you got it back when I came in to save you." He had a teasing grin on his face and Pyrrha was about to reply when Nora ran over to them and wrapped her in a hug before sending a slight glare at Jaune.
"Smartass," commented Neptune.
"Very much so," replied Jaune, not missing a beat.
"Are you like that?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Neptune frowned. "You haven't sounded like a smartass all along…"
"If you're deaf, it's not my problem," shrugged Jaune.
"But he's right!" exclaimed Cardin. "For you to be a smartass is less probable than for me to beat Nikos! You just don't have the guts for it!"
"Cardin, humans and Faunus have been gifted with a wonderful organ called `brain`. Try to use it, it's a wonderful feeling," replied Jaune in a bored tone. "Nothing is less probable than you beating Pyrrha in a fight."
"Jaune, stop teasing Pyrrha! That's no way to treat my new sister!"
Jaune leaned over to look at her in the eyes, still with a grin on his face, "That mean you're telling me to tease you than, Little Sis?"
Her eyes widened before the glare was back. "Do you want me to break your legs?"
"Twenty Lien Arc gets his legs broken," snorted Cardin.
"Twenty Lien he can fight off Nora," replied Yang.
"I bet against the both of you," yawned Ren, and the two realized they had just made a mistake.
The two were glaring at each other, Pyrrha was looking between the two not sure what to do and Ren was getting his things. Eventually the two started laughing at each other, Nora booped Jaune on the nose and Jaune patted Nora on the head. "Alright, let's get moving. We still need to grab breakfast before class." He held the door open for his team and Nora ran out shouting 'Pancakes!' with Ren going after her. Pyrrha followed before he shut the door behind them and they walked with each other. They heard what sounded like raised voices from RWBY's dorm but opted to let them deal with it.
Cardin and Yang grudgingly slipped twenty Lien each to the ninja of JNPR while Nora giggled. "You don't know Nora like I do," he said. "She may threaten, but she's too caring to do that to a friend. An enemy, that's for sure. But a friend? She'll stop eating pancakes before she harms a friend intentionally."
"Hey, Jaune, why do you call Nora your little sister?"
He chuckled a bit. "Because she's shorter than me. She's slightly annoyed by it but she knows I say it with love. She just acts like she hates it but she loves the nickname."
"You call me `little` just because I'm short?!" exclaimed Nora, outraged.
"You call me Fearless Leader just because I'm the leader," he shot back in kind. "And I'll let you know that all thorough the initiation I was terrified."
"Oh, well, everyone was," snorted Yang before all eyes turned to her. "What? Do you think that jumping into a Nevermore's mouth and shoot rounds into its throat is a natural thing to do? Of course I was terrified."
"You didn't look terrified," commented Weiss.
"Well, I was high on adrenaline," she laughed. "That's why I like fighting! I mean, if I just liked risking my life, I could've taken up free climbing. I like the adrenaline of the fight."
"That was… unusually well said, for you," noted Blake. Yang blew her a raspberry.
"Is it similar when she calls you Fearless Leader?"
He grinned. "Maybe."
That's when they heard a shout then the door to RWBY's dorm busted open. They turned around to see Yang run out and look up and down the hall. She stopped when her eyes land on Jaune and Pyrrha. Her Ember Celica encased her arms and she started to run down the hall. "ARC!"
"Oh boy, what did you do this time?" asked Sun.
"Nothing," he replied. "Yang sometimes just goes on a rampage for nothing."
The blonde winced at the deadpan tone. "I…"
"He's right, you know?" added Blake. "You do tend to lose your temper very easily."
"Well…"
"Like that time where you broke a student's arm because he cut off two strands of your hair during a fight," Weiss continued the onslaught. "Last time I checked, arms are more important than hair."
"Yeah, but you see…"
"Not to mention all the times she's punched the mailman back in Patch just because she thought he was hitting on her or me," Ruby piped up. "Until the post office learned to send us just carriers who did not swing that way."
"Guys, I mean…"
"And that is without counting all the damage she causes to the school during her `friendly spars` outside the arenas," Goodwitch threw in her own two cents.
Yang threw her arms up in the air. "Oh, come on!"
Jaune didn't know what led to this but he didn't care. He ran down the hall as quickly as he could. As he rounded the corner he saw an angry Yang run past a stunned Pyrrha. Jaune kept running to get out of the dorms and into the courtyard as quickly as he could. Yang the whole time was on his heels shouting at him to stop. When Jaune got out into the courtyard and ran a decent distance from the school before he decided to turn. He slid on the grass slightly as he turned around and in a rudimentary fighting stance. "Yang, calm down! What the hell did I do!?"
"Oh boy, this is gonna end poorly," sighed Yang. "Jaune, I'm sorry beforehand for any long-lasting injury your other self might end up with."
"Thanks," drawled the boy. "But I'd prefer if you could simply avoid all-wrecking temper tantrums. They kinda get annoying if you're the target of them."
"You mean lethal…" snorted Sun.
"Yang's a hothead, not a murderer nor an idiot," replied Jaune. "Even when she's angry she knows when to stop and she would never go as far as that. The most she could cause would be some ever-lasting injuries, but only for serious matters."
"AND EVER-LASTING INJURIES AREN'T ENOUGH OF A MOTIVATION TO CALL HER LETHAL?!" exclaimed Neptune, shocked by Jaune's lack of self-preservation.
"Grammatically, he's right," mumbled Blake.
Yang stopped a few feet away, her eyes still red. "Don't play dumb, Arc! I know you took advantage of my little sister!"
"WHAT?!" was everyone's response. Even Goodwitch joined in.
"What!? I didn't do any-" He tried to explain but Yang cut him off.
"She told me you kissed her!"
"Yeah I did but-" Again she cut him off.
Yang gaped at the screen for a few more seconds before she groaned. "Oh my Oum…" she whined. "My other self thinks he kissed Ruby, but not on the forehead!"
Jaune blinked. "Suddenly I'm not so sure that the Swordsman will survive any more."
"Miss Xiao Long, your overprotective behaviour must change," Goodwitch scolded her. "Miss Rose can handle herself. Not only she's one of the best fighters in this school, but she's also your team leader. Treating her like a child is a habit you should get rid of."
"TOLD YOU!" exclaimed Ruby even as Yang grumbled something in defeat.
"What I am confused about, though, is why would you forbid Ruby to have her first kiss," commented Ren. "I mean, she's fifteen. She can handle herself and, to be honest, I'm surprised she hasn't had her first kiss yet."
Yang shrugged. "It's complicated," she said. "Let's just say that my first kiss was with a jerk that broke up with me to chase another chick. I don't want Ruby to give her first kiss to a jerk, so I'm really finicky about the boys allowed around her."
"So you mean that no one of us is good enough for her?" snorted Neptune.
Yang barked out a laugh. "I know that Jaune, Ren and Sun are okay guys. But the point is that Ruby hasn't shown interest in any of them," she replied. "So, while I would not get too angry if they kissed her, I want her to give her first kiss to someone she genuinely loves."
Jaune nodded in agreement. "More or less the same I do with my sisters," he said before smirking evilly, causing everyone close to him to lean away. "Although my ways usually involve scaring the crap outta their would-be boyfriends or girlfriends, abducting them for `family meetings` aka third-degree interrogations, my mother staring at them for an uninterrupted hour, and stuff like that."
For a second, nobody spoke. Then…
"Jaune, have I ever told you that your family is weird and you're scary?" asked Sun.
"Now you have," replied his fellow blond.
"So you admit it!" She shot off at him with a punch. Jaune was able to divert her punch with his forearm but could still feel the wind come off her fist. He quickly spun and jumped back from her. She came at him again but this time with a devastating combo. He was able to either divert or dodge most of them until he caught her last punch in the stomach and dropped to the ground. She was about to axe kick him but he reflexively swept her leg out from under her. As she fell, Jaune got up and on top of her trying to hold her down.
"Yang, calm down, let me expla-" he was cut off when she headbutt him followed by throwing him across the courtyard. Jaune was able to flip and land on his feet using his aura to slow himself down. His feet were causing trenches to form and before he was completely stopped, he looked to see Yang on her feet and fired three shots at him. Jaune crossed his arm in front of him before they reached him. The resulting explosion kicked up a lot of dust and smoke.
A few gasped, but most of them knew that the Swordsman wasn't out of the picture yet.
"He's got guts to face me and skill not to get killed by me," noted Yang.
"Ms Xiao Long, I am extremely disappointed in you," Goodwitch stated with a frown. "While this might be considered a `friendly spar`, you are using your weapons against an unarmed opponent. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"It's not her fault the Swordsman didn't call for his locker or didn't want to harm her by using his weapons," replied Blake. "He has shown to be very skilled. Yang may win this round because he's unarmed, but I think he would win otherwise."
Yang looked at the smoke and dust before shouting, "You dead yet?!"
As a response the dust and smoke was blown away instantly. Jaune was standing there slightly burned with his aura flaring wildly, but instead of the usual white it was crimson red along with his eyes. Jaune popped his neck before saying, "Not even close and I'm so glad you use fire dust." He dropped back into his fighting stance and she did the same.
"Done trying to talk your way out of this?"
"No, just gonna do that afterwards. Since you refuse to listen."
"He's right, Yang," agreed Jaune. "One of your greatest flaws is your unwillingness to slow down, stop and think about what you're doing."
They both stared at each other before the took off at each other at the same time. Yang using a discharge from Ember Celica and Jaune using his aura. Their fists connected and caused a shockwave. Yang looked on in shock before Jaune used her shock to kick her in the stomach before following up with a left cross. She was able to bring up her guard so that she only went flying. When she landed, Jaune was already on his way after her, using his aura. She reflexively fired off another shot and she regretted it when Jaune quickly absorbed it. Jaune went for a right jab but Yang dodged it, grabbed his arm and threw him over her shoulder. Jaune was able to land on his feet but got hit in the face by her other fist, he was wondering if she somehow got slightly stronger than before. Jaune spun and connected his right elbow into her back. She stumbled forward slightly and turned just in time for Jaune to connect with a roundhouse kick. She was sent flying again and as soon as Jaune's other foot touched the ground, he fired off after her with his aura. Yang was in the middle of correcting herself when Jaune connected with his right arm in a lariat. Yang was sent further back and landed in a crater.
"Wow," breathed Yang. "Except for people trained in hand-to-hand CQC, I've never met someone who could fight me like that unarmed. I mean, most Huntsmen and Huntresses use weapons and never bother to learn unarmed fight, yet he's matching me even without his weapons."
"We've already noticed how the Swordsman seems to be among the strongest first year students, if not the strongest," noted Ozpin. "Honestly, at this point I would be more surprised to find out what he can't do, instead of what he can."
Cardin let out a mix between a snort and a laugh. "Too bad our own Arc is pathetic in comparison," he commented wickedly.
"Cardin, for a while, I've been wondering…" said Jaune. "Do you even know what the word `intelligence` mean? Because so far you've been showing an incredible lack of it."
"Dumbass," grumbled Cardin.
"Yeah, that's another word for what I meant."
Jaune was trying to catch his breath and was wondering if he went too far. Until an explosion of fire and aura erupted from the crater with Yang standing in the middle of it, her hair glowing now. "Well, that isn't good. Guess that's your Semblance?"
Yang slammed her fists together and the aura dissipated. "Yup."
"What exactly does your Semblance do?" asked Sun.
"The more hits I get, the stronger I get," she replied with a shrug.
"Actually, that's incorrect," burped Qrow after a swig from his flask. "You can turn the kinetic energy of the hits you don't block or parry into raw power that you channel into your body. The flames are just a way for the body to discharge the excessive energy without damaging itself."
"That's the first time I've heard you sound so professional," snarked Winter.
"Yang sparred with me when she was bored," he shrugged. "And she's my niece. One has to know their niece's Semblance."
"Well great." He sighed and got back into his fighting stance. There was another slight pause before Yang charged at him. Jaune tried for an uppercut but missed and Yang landed a fist into his chest. He was sent flying away again and that one hurt significantly more. 'Yeah, she's definitely stronger.' He landed in a crater and slowly stood back up. Yang was charging at him again. "I hope this works or I'm dead." He had his hands at his sides with his fingers curved in. He started to focus his fire infused aura into his palms, superheating the air until he had two fire balls in his hands. When Yang was close enough to him, he brought his hands up and released the fire into two streams directly at her. Her eyes widened in shock and she dived to the side to avoid that, using a barrel roll to get back onto her feet. She had no time to react when Jaune shot forward with aura and infused a large amount of aura into his right knee, connecting it with her chin. She landed in a heap and Jaune was doubled over, out of breath. His stamina was almost gone due to his fire infused aura and he has been heavily using it to keep even with Yang.
"That was awesome!" exclaimed Sun.
"The more I watch, the more I regret the fact that our own universe does not have the Swordsman," sighed Ironwood. "People like him are the ones who truly protect Remnant."
"Prodigies?" asked Qrow, with a raised eyebrow.
"Exactly," nodded the General. "Team RWBY and part of Team JNPR have already proven themselves to be incredible prodigies. They have high combat prowess without lacking in the heart department like, unfortunately, many other strong warriors do."
"Yeah, it's a real pity I'm the odd one out who drags them all down, isn't it?" drawled Jaune, slowly returning to his angstier self from the last viewing. The seven students glared at Ironwood for having broken the miraculous spell that had kept him somewhat serene during the current viewing.
"If I have to be frank, and I will be frank Mr Arc, your statement is correct," Goodwitch coldly remarked. If there was something that irked her more than having a student cheat his way into her school, it was hearing that student complain because he wasn't on par with his peers. "Without you, your team would be much better off. At the risk of sounding like the `bad guy`, you are a liability for your team. You are catching up in academic subjects but you're still far behind in all combat-related class. You're simply not fit for Beacon as of now." Her eyes narrowed as she leaned slightly forwards. What she was about to say was vicious to say the least, but it was her best shot for convincing the boy to leave and both improve his team by freeing them of his liability and saving him from dying on a mission he wasn't prepared for. "You don't belong here. You never have and possibly never will."
Several people stood up to tell her off. Ozpin himself rose from his couch with a severe expression of his face, his eyes clearly saying that she had just crossed a line. All of Jaune's friends stood up angrily, even the usually calm Ren, and were probably ready to disrespect their teacher. Cardin snorted in agreement, while Sun and Neptune just looked uncomfortable. Ironwood, partially sharing Goodwitch's opinion, found himself eyeing the others, while Winter just sighed. Even Qrow was glaring at Glynda.
Jaune merely laughed. "Should the fish believe he doesn't belong to the sea just because a larger fish told him so?" he asked sarcastically. "Because that's what it sounded like to me. You've been `subtly` trying to make me feel shit ever since I first came to Beacon. It's not gonna work, you should change approach."
Goodwitch's eyes seemed ready to incinerate the boy, but Ozpin's severe expression stopped her. The man held her gaze for a second before turning to Jaune. "I'm sorry it has come to this, Mr Arc. Professor Goodwitch was trying to protect you in her own way by preventing you to stay in a school for the highly trained where you could die," he said as Jaune and a few others scoffed. "In her opinion, hurting your feelings and maybe ruining your dream is a price worth paying for your survival."
"Who said it is?" Jaune snorted.
"He's right," nodded Ruby. "I mean, I don't want him to die, but it's not like I can lock him in a door for all his life just because that way he'll be safe. I mean, my family obviously doesn't want me to die but they allowed me to attend Beacon…"
"But you are trained, Ms Rose…" began Ironwood.
"That's bullshit and you know it," said Yang. "Jaune is the weakest among us but he's got a large reserve of Aura and his fighting style is the most defensive out of all of ours. I don't see the problem, actually."
"He's not…"
"Ms Goodwitch is, like all of us here, just a mortal being," replied Ozpin. "She has her biases and one of those is her stubborn opinion that untrained people are just going to get themselves killed by doing anything." A sharp glare shut up Goodwitch's oncoming protest. "Mr Arc has not received formal training, so she's worried he might wound up dead for this lack of skill of his. As I said, she's just human, and humans have biases."
Slowly, everyone calmed back down, but Goodwitch had a look in her eyes that said it wasn't over yet. Ozpin's eyes conveyed a similar message, though aimed to his own Deputy Headmistress.
They both stood up and looked into each other's red eyes, they silently agreed to end this. They got back into their stances and waited. Five seconds later, they both shot off one last time. They both put their remaining strength behind their punches and their fists met again. The two forces created a huge shockwave and a noticeable crater that kicked up a lot of dust. As it settled, the two were still standing there, fists still connected. Both were breathing heavy and barely standing. They just kept staring into each other eyes, they slowly shifted back to lilac and blue. They both fell and landed at the same time. On their backs, next to each other and looking up at the sky. They were both trying to catch their breath before Jaune snickered slightly before he started to laugh. Yang turned her head to look at him in confusion.
"What is wrong with us? We could've settled this with five minutes of talking, had breakfast and gone to class. Instead, we fought for ten minutes, all but missed breakfast and still have classes." He started laughing again and this time Yang joined him. They laughed for a few minutes until they calmed down and laid in silence. "So, wanna talk now?" Jaune asked.
"He's not wrong, they're gonna miss breakfast," noted Weiss. "Although I'm kinda surprised that is what he notices first after having just fought against an angry Yang."
"Yeah. Answer me honestly." She turned back to him. "Did you kiss Ruby?"
Jaune nodded. "I did." He turned to her before continuing. "But on the forehead."
The rest of her anger vanished at that. "Oh, that's not nearly as bad. But why?"
"Ruby was kinda stressed with leader stuff. I gave her some advice and told her she could talk to me about it if it got too much for her. It seemed to help her and to try to get her back to her normal self, I teased her with that kiss." He groaned in slight pain. "May not have been worth it though."
"Totally worth it," Jaune snorted a laugh. Ruby blushed red while everyone else stared at him. "What? I may be the weakest but I do enjoy a good fight."
"Oh, you mean…" Yang sighed in relief. "Not the kiss."
Jaune scoffed a laugh. 'Yeah, that too. I may not like Ruby as anything more than a friend but I know when a girl's hot enough to melt stone.'
Yang looked away before continuing, "I'm sorry about that. When I heard you…"
Jaune cut her off by trying to wave her apology away. "I understand, Yang. You were protecting your sister. I have seven myself, remember? I would've probably done the same thing in your place."
"I would've done worse," lightly commented Jaune.
"What, exactly?" asked Neptune.
"Well, there was one time when a bitch repeatedly cheated on my sister Amor," he recalled fondly. "We locked her in our basement for two days in complete darkness, and three times a day one of us would go downstairs and scare the hell out of her. After we let her out, she had sessions with a psychologist for a few months."
The students weren't the only ones who shivered.
"I still feel bad though."
"How about if there's another misunderstanding between me and Ruby, get all the details before you try to kill me?" he smirked at her.
She gave him a small smile, "That sounds fair. Although that was one of the best fights I've had. Where'd you learn all that?"
"My teacher taught me the basics of hand-to-hand and traveling around I added a few moves I saw here or there. Not a master by any means but I kept even with you so can't be too shabby." He chuckled, "Well since you know my Semblance, mind sharing yours since I've seen it know?"
Yang thought for a second, "Sure. Pretty much, every hit I take lets me absorb the force and dish it back out twice as much." She smiled at him.
"Again, not really correct but it's a passable description," commented Qrow.
"And what is yours?" asked Yang.
"Professional secret," he said with a wink. "Can't let my own niece find out too much about my fighting style or I would never be able to defeat you again."
"That explains a lot. Mostly the bruises."
She snickered at that, "Oh wait, that reminds me. How'd you throw fire at me?"
"I used my fire infused aura to ignite the air then manipulated the fire. It used a lot of my infused aura to do it though."
"Wow. You knew you could do that?"
"Nope. Figured that out about five minutes ago."
"Cool," Sun smirked. "Not even a month into Beacon and he's already learned something new. Isn't it cool?"
"Yes, it is," admitted Neptune.
"I'm more worried about the fact he used a new technique in a fight without testing it beforehand."
She looked at him shocked, "You didn't know you could do that?!"
He chuckled, "Nope. Just winged it."
"And what if it failed?"
He shrugged, "I would've got my block knocked off."
"Why am I not surprised?" Blake deadpanned.
"He gambled and won the round," replied Qrow. "It's a good way to fight."
"Fighting requires focus, skill and extreme precision," growled Winter. "Not recklessness."
"And now I know from who Weiss took all her coldness," Yang whispered to Ruby, who giggled under her breath.
They laid there for a little bit longer before Yang asked a question. "Can we fight again? I'd love to learn a few moves." Jaune almost thought she sounded nervous and thought for a second.
"Sure. But next time, let's hold back a bit. I feel like I got hit by a train." He was slowly getting up and groaning. "And we still have class."
"Don't remind me." Yang whined. She sat up and saw Jaune standing up and holding out a hand for her. She took it and he helped her up. As she stood she stumbled forward into his chest and Jaune held her so she didn't fall. They stayed like that for a bit before Yang looked at Jaune with a slight blush and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks for being so cool about this, Jaune."
Jaune had his own blush, "No problem, Yang. What's a fight between friends?" They started to slowly get out of the crater, leaning on each other for support. When they got out they saw a very angry Professor Goodwitch coming towards them.
"Oh my Oum," groaned both teens, their blushed quickly replaced with despair. On the screen, Other-Yang was having more or less the same reaction, while the Swordsman looked to be thinking at the speed of lightning.
"Would one of you two explain, why you two destroyed the courtyard first thing in the morning?" She asked with frustration and anger.
Yang looked down before speaking, "Well, you see Miss Goodwitch. I…"
Jaune cut her off, "Asked to spar with me before breakfast and I agreed." The both turned to him in shock.
"You consider that a spar, Mr. Arc?" Goodwitch asked with disbelief.
Jaune scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "We both kinda went overboard when our Semblances activated. Right, Yang?" He turned to her with a smile and a subtle wink.
She quickly continued, "Yeah. He said he knew some hand-to-hand and I wanted to see how much."
Goodwitch turned to Yang, "So why do you have your weapon active, Miss Xiao Long?"
Her heart dropped slightly until Jaune stepped in again, "She used it to allow me to use my Semblance when her's activated so we'd be even." Yang nodded at that.
Goodwitch looked between the two of them and the destroyed courtyard. She sighed before she brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "I should give you both detention but I'll let you both off with a warning. And if you two wish to spar again keep the destruction to a minimum. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am!" The said in unison.
"I can't believe it."
"They managed to trick the Witch."
"It's not possible…"
"Yang, pinch me. I must be dreaming."
"What next? Is it gonna start raining pancakes?"
Ozpin, Qrow and Ironwood couldn't help their amused expressions as Goodwitch stared flatly at the students, who continued their stupefied murmurs for a few more seconds before turning back to the screen. "I'm not that bad," she grumbled under her breath.
"I beg to disagree," snickered Qrow.
They were both dismissed as she went about fixing the courtyard. Yang was still using Jaune as a support but not because she was weak. "Thank you again, Hero."
He smiled, "No problem, Sun Fire."
She looked at him, "Sun Fire?"
He nodded, "Yup. Since you call me Hero, I decided you needed a nickname as well. And I think Sun Fire is perfect." He looked to her, "Why? Is it bad?"
She chuckled and shook her head, "No, it's fine. I mean I do kick ass and burn bright like the sun."
"Yeah, plus I'm hot! Wink!" exclaimed Yang.
"Yang, you're not supposed to say `wink`," sighed Blake. "Even I know that."
"Don't forget, just as beautiful." He said with a teasing grin.
She punched him gently, "Didn't you learn not to tease people?"
"Nope. Just not to tease Ruby." He was smirking now. "Why? Can't take it?"
She gave her own smirk, "Careful or this Sun Fire may burn you."
"I think I can take it."
They just looked at each other before they heard Pyrrha and Ruby shouting their names. They turned to see both their teams running to them. They had a lot to explaining to do.
"Yup, they have," commented Sun.
Everyone soon began to make some idle talk among themselves as they waited for the next viewing to take place. Team (J)NPR chatted a little about Nora's view of her team as her family, and it has to be said that Pyrrha was moved by the shorter redhead's sincerity and affection. Team (R)WBY was speaking about Yang's temper tantrums, even if it was mainly Blake speaking while Weiss and Yang argued. Sometimes, it was hard to be the B between W and Y.
Most of the adults stayed silent, either lost in thought or just relaxing, as in Ozpin's case. Goodwitch and Ironwood had decided to play triumph, with Goodwitch already starting to win while Ironwood sighed every few minutes. Qrow merely stared at the void, lost in his own thoughts or maybe in the alcohol, while Winter was torn between going to talk with her sister and following the military code aka do nothing until told otherwise.
Jaune, a few minutes of scribbling notes after the end of the viewing, got up and headed for the door that would lead him to the training Arena. Before he could exit, though, something red and black blocked his way.
"Where are you going?" asked Ruby.
"Can't tell you exactly where because I'm not sure myself," he replied with a sigh. "But I am heading to the arenas, hoping to find a technical design room or something like that for a few sketches."
"Sketches?" echoed the smaller girl.
Jaune looked at her before sighing. "I fully well know that despite it being my family's heirloom, Crocea Mors isn't mine," he said. "You said it yourself: our weapons are extensions of ourselves. How can Crocea be an extension of me, if it was forged by my ancestor? It's like trying to attach the limb of your grandfather to your own stump. Sure, it might fit but it will never be yours."
Ruby frowned. "Jeez, your examples are moody," she drawled before lighting up. "Wait, does this mean you're gonna forge a new weapon?!"
Jaune sighed again. "Yes Ruby, I am," he nodded defeatedly. "What? You're gonna make fun of me for that?"
Ruby went wide-eyed at that. "Whaaat?! I would never do that!" she exclaimed. "I just want to see it!"
Jaune raised an eyebrow before sighing and showing her a sketch. "It's not ready yet, though…"
"It doesn't matter!" exclaimed the girl, looking at the notes. "Mhm… how big is it?" She squinted to read the admittedly really beautiful but nearly unreadable encrypted code that was Jaune's handwriting. There was a reason no one ever asked him to see his notes. Even the professors seemed to have a hard time deciphering the undulating waves and gracious curves. The only clear characters were the numbers. "Nine? Well, given your height, it's really long."
Yang, somewhere nearby, choked on thin air.
"It's not really all that impressive," mumbled Jaune.
"What?! Don't say that!" exclaimed Ruby, pointing at the drawing. "I'm sure that if you let me help you, it'll be great!"
"Ruby, it's my first time doing this…" protested the boy.
"Well, I can guess why you're nervous then," Ruby laughed awkwardly before smiling again. "But don't worry! I'll work you to the bone, until you're ready to have your very first baby!"
"WHAT THE OUM-ACCURSED FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?" shouted a very angry and very close by voice, namely Yang's.
Ruby and Jaune both recoiled and turned to the blonde brawler. "Ehm… Jaune's new weapon?" replied Ruby while Jaune waved the notepad as to show the truthfulness of that statement.
Yang's brain took ten full seconds before finally processing what had just been said. Then it took another ten seconds to recall all the not-so-purposefully said innuendos. She decided not to trust them on that. "What is nine inches long?"
Ruby blinked before laughing. "Oh my, I meant nine feet!" She turned to Jaune, who was blushing as he caught exactly what Yang had imagined they were talking about. "Jaune, can you imagine fighting with a weapon that's nine inches long?! It'd be next to useless!"
"Yeah…" he coughed awkwardly into his fist, trying to get Ruby to understand what exactly was the issue Yang was addressing.
"Leaving the middle part aside, then why were you talking about babies!?" shouted Yang.
Ruby blinked. "Like Crescent Rose…" she begun before her brain finally supplied her with the topic they had been addressing and she turned redder than her cape. "NOT LIKE THAT! WEAPONS! WE WERE TALKING ABOUT WEAPONS!"
Finally, the whole audience behind them exploded into laughters.
Nothing better than false innuendos to lighten the atmosphere. As you might guess, Jaune's new weapon is a polearm (almost no sword is 9 ft long. Except maybe a flamberg). It's not just that. You'll see it in a few chapters.
The senders of the gifts are, in order: Sm0keyPanda, Arno Uzumaki, Randy the Imperial Guardsman, Indigo One, Blake Tourdner, TheDisplacerOfEquestrias, Afro121 - Aries Rifter, Victor John Foxfire. A lot, aren't they? ;) Thanks to each and everyone of you guys!
And here is a small Omake I made for Alvelvnor, the sender of the dolls of the previous chapter:
TITLE: PULLING JAUNE'S LEG.
"I forgot to tell you that when you pull your doll's leg, it will quote the most perverted thoughts Jaune has on the owner. Signed, Alvelvnor, sender of those dolls."
Needless to say, everyone had frozen as the note had appeared on each and every doll. Also needless to be said, all the Seven Students had immediately grabbed their doll's leg and pulled, while Jaune had somehow learned how to teleport himself back in Remnant. In order, the dolls quote Jaune's thoughts on Yang, Nora, Weiss, Ren, Pyrrha, Ruby and Blake.
"She says she's not a bimbo but I bet she'd like if I fucked her into tomorrow."
"An ass like hers just begs to be fucked until I run dry."
"She's so uptight, but I bet she's a screamer. I just have to fuck her right."
"I'll be frank: if all men were like him, then the women would need to find another planet because I'd fuck each and every one of them myself."
"Mmh, a champion, uh? Bet she's really flexible but I wonder just how much of me can she take before she can't move any more."
"Such a cute face... I can't wait to see it covered in cum after I creampie'd her pussy full of cum and I knocked her up."
"Seems I'm lucky, there's a naughty kitty who needs punishment. She'd better start praying because she won't walk for a month after I'm done."
Seven bodies hit the floor.
No one else dared pull Jaune's leg.
Jaune, meanwhile, pondered ritual suicide.
Sorry if the `perverted thoughts`aren't all that original/well-written, but I honestly don't have much experience with `perverted thoughts`. The most I can think is `nice figure` or `cute/pretty`. My hormones died during the first year of being always locked in my room. This is the fifth year I pass mainly in my room. My hormones had their funeral, everyone came to farewell them one last time, they were buried and forgotten about. I think I even have the tombstone somewhere.
Well, now I'm out!
Until next time,
Khor Evik Vlakhavlakh