A/N: i fear for this fic. i really do. partly because all i've given so far has been filler and partly because of the unforeseen and unexpected delay I had to go through. oh fuck me
Baron Bolt: potential? pretty sure Monster Hunter has a skill for that
freddy. lane. 1: yup, it was
yomunot: thnx
SnapDragon21: i'm sorry
Qriiz: huh, that's the first time someone gave such a grievance about the mother
huh, i think i forgot something...
oh! here it is!
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[JAUNE ARC]
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[YES]
Welcome to the world of Monster Summoner!
No, not this one… Placing an impeccably sharp blade into a slot in the wall, Jaune looked at the rest of the arsenal he built up over the years. Well, the portion of it he was able to bring to Beacon, that is. Still, it was enough to cover up the walls of the large and empty space Ozpin had given him, while his treasure trove of materials- slimes, shrooms, herbs, bones, carapaces, ores, etc.- were sectioned off into different piles on the floor.
But those weren't important to Jaune right now. Now, he was gearing up for Beacon Academy's orientation. He'd already chosen a nice pair of shields to strap around his arms, one made of hard Ice Crystals and another made from the tough, yet rubbery, hides of the weirdest monsters he'd ever encountered. He'd taken a sharp, fan-like blade made from the claws of a bewitching bubble-dancer, and his favorite serrated hook, forged from the remains of Crocea Mors and that accursed Seregios. All he needed (err, wanted) now was one of his larger, longer swords to use. But which one? Eventually, he decided on an ancient blade, naturally forged by Remnant from a fossilized wyvern's wings.
Strapping it to his back, and placing his swords in their sheaths around his hips, he strode out of the warehouse into more empty space. He sighed- the only downside to his treasure room was the lack of contact he had with other students. For example, the nice red-haired girl that helped him out of that wall.
"Hrrngh! Hrrngh!" Useless, useless, useless, useless, USELESS! He couldn't get out of that damn door! That mighty oaken (or was it mahogany?) foe had him pinned in its vice-like grip. Sand the best part about this entire situation, aside from having been caught in an explosion and feeling splinters stuck on his bum, was that no one, absolutely no one, even bothered to help him, much less look his way.
As a matter of fact, a guy with a green Mohawk took the moment to draw graffiti onto Jaune's face.
And so he was stuck there, until a pair of blue met a pair of green. Green, bright green orbs stared at him, a minor amount of amusement, annoyance, and sympathy shining at him. They were framed by a delicate face, slightly tanned from the sun, and nicely complimented her lengthy crimson ponytail.
Her armor also impressed Jaune. A sparkling bronze, it hugged her curved body from the tip of her collarbone all the way down to her hips, ending in a red combat skirt and a piece of cloth that drooped down to her ankles. But that wasn't all of it, as her shapely legs were also armed in bronze plating over high-heeled boots.
"Hello!" A bright and cheery voice snapped him out of his examination of her. Well, not completely, as he still looked at her smiling face.
"H-h-hi. H-how are y-you?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Thank you for asking." A beat of silence passed by. "So, you seem to be having some trouble there."
"Y-es. This w-w-wood is r-rubbing me in-n a bad-d way. Feels irrit-t-tating. And-d-d I ca-an't get out."
"Well, here, I'll help you get out." She grabbed him by his shoulders. "I'll see if I can't push you out." She may have looked somewhat delicate, but she had muscle in her, seeing as her little push resulted in Jaune flying a few metres back onto the grass. She ran after him. "I'm sorry! Are you alright?" He sat up.
"Y-yeah, I'm… I'm ok." She held out her hand. Eagerly, he took it, and she pulled him up. While this happened, Jaune was thinking what he would do next. He wanted to at least look polite, but he didn't really know what to do in this weird situation… oh wait. He remembered now. In every single show he's watched, people who didn't know each other usually told each other their names, or at least asked for them, right? "I-I'm Jaune Arc. Um, wha-at's your na-ame?"
Okay, at this point the girl in front of him was confused. She was thinking that, from his stuttering, he was a fan of hers trying to not have a nervous breakdown. But he asked for her name, which implies that he DOESN'T know who she is… time to make the best of the situation!
"Of course! My name is Pyrrha. Pyrrha Nikos."
"P-Pyrrha?" Oh no, she thought to herself. Was this going to be another fan of hers? Could she just have a normal life for once, instead of being the bee's knees? "Pretty n-name." Oh… I guess that disaster's been averted, Pyrrha thought. They would've talked more, but Ozpin's voice, projected across the whole of Beacon, was just a bit more important.
Well, he reasoned to himself that he could socialize with people whenever he wanted. After all, a school was chock-full of people in his age group.
*RUMBLE*
I guess that's my cue to socialize, he told himself after feeling a vibration in his abdomen. Come to think of it, he didn't really eat much just yet… he woke up, quickly gargled some water, washed his face, and skimped out on breakfast. I need a stamina boost. Quickly, he headed for Beacon's cafeteria.
Entering through the double doors, he saw another student grab a plate and tray. Copying his peer, he looked around for some grub that would be perfect for hunting. Nothing really stood out much until he came across two foods he thought he'd never see again, since they were supposedly native to his island.
One, despite being roasted, he could tell was Cannon Lettuce. The other was a stir-fried example of sweet-smelling Scented Celery. As he wondered how they got here, in Beacon's cafeteria, a familiar hand slapped on the back.
"Jaune, my boy! Good to see you again, young lad!"
"P-Peter!"
"Yes, that is my name! Don't erode it out!"
"W-well, on-ce more, th-thank you f-for last-t-t night…" The older man laughed heartily.
"Once more, you're welcome! Though, even after your explanation, I'm still dumbfounded as to how you walked into the girls restroom and attempted to strip down." As he said this, a ten-foot-in-radius area around them was vacated, as in completely void, of females (save a hyperactive ginger girl and an orange-haired chef that looked suspiciously like a female Jaune with a moustache). But it was chock-full of jealous, angry males.
"L-l-like I s-said, I-I al-always to-ok shower-ers with my sis-sisters, and the sh-shows I watched n-n-never had b-bathroom r-rules or something…" The jealousy of the boys around them skyrocketed to the point they had to cry, while the chef looked away, embarrassed.
"Still dumbfounded. But! I still admire the manliness you had when they violently threw you out, and you had an amazing poker face!"
"Th-that was confusion."
"It was still pretty sweet to see." At the mention of something sweet, Jaune looked back at the two exotic dishes that were a staple of his hunting life, especially when combined together.
"U-um, the le-lettuce and c-c-celery…" The man before him looked confused, but when he looked back at what the lad referred to, it became very clear to him.
"Ah, yes. From some seeds we took from your Islands, we were able to grow some of them in a farm behind Beacon." He stroked his moustache, going on and on about how great the farm was and some tale about his grandfather and cabbages. Jaune just quietly put in some earplugs and began to take his own share of the two vegetables, not like anyone else was adventurous enough to try something new they've never seen before.
Regardless, hearing about how something could be cultivated in a foreign land… this sort of idea intrigued Jaune. He thought to himself about how he could grow the various herbs and mushrooms he brought over, completely ignoring Peter's rant about invasions and weird species. Once he grabbed his meal, he pulled out his earplugs, and tapped the old man on his shoulder.
"Hmm?" Jaune waved his hand at him.
"S-see ya, P-Peter!"
"Ho ho, why of course you'll be seeing me! After all, as I had told you last night, I am a Professor of Beacon!"
Sucks for anyone with HIS class… Walking away to a nearby table, he started to stuff himself with his plate full of greens. As he did, a rowdy and raucous chatter filled the air. But in the middle of it, he heard something akin to a bell. Curious as to the source of the noise, he turned his head around to see.
Well, she looked pretty. Golden blonde hair, stunning lilac eyes, and a smile that shined. But that was taking everything at face value, just the tip of the iceberg. He had to look below the neck, too. And she, in a way, looked like a cowboy (cowgirl?) from one of his dad's Old Westerns mixed in with a modern party girl. She had the orange scarf, brownish jacket, knee-high boots and belt. She also had black minishorts and a yellow crop top that left her belly exposed. Now all she needed was a hat and some shades…
"Hey!" She noticed his stare, and seemed amused by it, hence her calling him out. Well, it WAS among the first stares a boy had given her that day that didn't have barely-suppressed lust. It was more analytical. Plus, he was kinda cute. "So, like what you see?"
He just continued to stare at her blankly. She just disregarded his obvious confusion at the situation as being dumbfounded that a bombshell, like her, is talking to him. With a smirk, she plopped down in an empty chair at his side and placed her elbow on top of the table. A minute of silence passed between the two of them, who just stared at each other. One stare was full of indifference, but the other contained increasing annoyance.
"Y'know, buster, people tend to talk with their mouths instead of their eyes…"
"O-oh! I-I'm Jaune."
"Finally, we're getting somewhere! I almost thought you were a mute. So, Jaune, what's with the gear?"
"P-preparation is imp-portant."
"No, I mean, the locker rooms where we store our gear is locked right now. How come you have gear on?"
"I dun-n-no." She slung one arm around his shoulder.
"C'mon, no need to be nervous around me! Or, are you just a little hot and bothered?"
"I-I'm not n-nervous, a-a-and it's c-cold in here. Should-ouldn't you hav-ve a jacket-et?"
"I'm too hot for that! Anyways," She eyed his plate, which was full of veggies. "You said something about preparation, right? How come you're eating this? Before a test or a hunt or anything important, you gotta have some protein! Gives you around the same amount of energy as sweets, but without crashing and burning."
"This'll g-give me-e enough stam-stamina." Plunging his fork into a small piece of celery, then into a bit of onion, he handed it over to her. "Try s-some."
"Offering me food with YOUR fork? What a fast player!" The sound of a loudspeaker turning on caught both their attention.
"ATTENTION. STUDENTS UNDERGOING INITIATION, GO TO THE LOCKER ROOMS."
"And so are they. Well, Jaune, nice to meet you, but I gotta go." She sauntered off. "See ya later, lady-killer~" Thus, Jaune was left alone in the cafeteria, finishing up his meal and pondering what sort of enigma that woman was.
"P-Pyyrha! Hi!" Having heard an announcement to go to some cliffs for initiation, Jaune once more met up with his crimson-haired friend, Pyrrha, on a small rock outcropping looking over an emerald forest. She looked to be in some sort of distressed mood, probably caused by the angry, white-haired chick in front of her. Well, she looked happy from afar, but when she saw Jaune, her face turned sour.
"You!" She rudely pointed a finger at him. "You were the boy who tried to sneak into the girl's restrooms!" Pyyrha looked a little shocked at this. Jaune just scratched his head.
"… Wh-who are you again?" Her jaw dropped in shock before she started to flail her arms around.
"YOU don't KNOW who I AM? ARGH! What's with everyone! First that stupid little red girl and her sister, now this idiotic blonde! Who's next? Pyyrha, are you going to forget who I am?" She turned to Jaune while pointing at the bronze-laden gal. "Do you even know who SHE is?" Before he could answer, the lady in question stepped between the two.
"Not really that important now, Weiss. Jaune, did you really go into the women's restroom?"
"I-I didn't kn-know there were-ere differing ba-ba-bathrooms for boy-oys and girls." The fact that he said this with a completely nonchalant face made it all the more irritating for the girl named Weiss.
"That's NO EXCUSE!" But while her companion acted with anger, Pyrrha was simply befuddled.
"So, did your parents never teach you this? I honestly don't understand how that's possible, unless you were raised in the wild for your entire life."
"D-do seven years c-c-count?"
"NO, they do NOT! Listen up you dunce YOU are seventeen. SEVEN. TEEN. Take away those seven years, you've had 10 years of your life to learn how to behave in public. I don't care when those seven years happened, but blaming just that would be utter bull crap."
"W-w-wow, girl-whose-name-I-don't-know, you s-see-seem angry."
"I had to deal with a little red piece of crap earlier today, deal with it… Wait a second, did you seriously forget to refer to me by name?"
"I-I don't know what it i-is."
"Pyrrha here just said it half a minute ago!" She took a deep breath. "Okay, Weiss, focus, that wasn't what you're supposed to be focusing on…"
"Oh, your na-name's Weiss?"
"… That isn't what we should be focusing on. Instead, I'd like to see what other idiotic excuses you could come up with. Go ahead, explain why you lacked common decency and slipped into the girl's bathroom. I'm sure you'd come up with an answer along the lines of, 'me and my sisters used to share the restroom all the time' or something." Pyrrha shoved herself between the two.
"Weiss, can't we just let it go and see it as an honest mistake?"
"An honest mistake? Pyrrha-"
"Weiss, you proclaimed yourself as an expert judge of character. Look into Jaune's eyes and tell me you don't see the same honesty as I see, the same complete… confusion at this entire situation." Before They could talk any further, somebody coughed.
Around them were the rest of the first years, who had gathered at the cliffs during their entire argument. In front of them was Headmaster Ozpin, a cup of coffee in hand.
"Well then, ladies and gentlemen, may we begin?
A/N: oh lordy lordy, here's some more filler... joy.
see ya next time when jaune actually does something