Inspired by "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana
(Song title added as per suggestion by Wolfwood777)
Jaune was rushing up the steps of Haven Academy. Behind him his teammates and friends fought a pitched battle. They were making little headway. Especially with Ren Nora and Pyrrha all having to intercede on his behalf. They were spending more of their time protecting him than actually pushing any numerical advantage they had over the smaller group facing them. With his guitar in hand he moved. He had to get higher, to a spot where his voice powered by his semblance could be carried out into the air.
Blake and Yang had returned from Menagerie the day before. Warning them of a possible White Fang attack; and during the conflict that was raging behind him the word came. The White Fang were there. It was Beacon and Vytal all over again, but on a slightly smaller scale. He thought back as he ran, over what had happened during their journey. Regardless of what had happened at Beacon he still felt less than the others.
His father had taken back Crocea Mors, saying it was not his weapon, leaving him with only the guitar he now carried. Ruby had worked wonders with it. Enhancing and amplifying it. It was even strong enough for him to use as weapon when needed. Capable of deflecting and blocking most attacks. It had come in handy during the fight with the Nuckelavee. He had been able to turn several of its arcing arm swipes as his teammates and friends moved in and dismantled the foul beast.
He then, like in all the other encounters they had, was basically nothing but a spectator, someone who needed to be protected; someone who had nothing to offer. They had urged him to get to the roof. To do what they knew he could do. Influence the massing group of White Fang. Keep them out of the fight. Almost out of breath he burst through the roof access door.
His head was hurting, by the wave upon wave of desperation flooding his mind. It was swelling from the growing mass of faunus congregating in the main courtyard; just outside the doors to the room where his friends fought a pitched battle. Slinging his strap over his head and shoulder he took several rapid breaths. He needed to counter what he was feeling. As he reached the edge of the roof, he could see them all. Most were young, around or near his age, and an idea came to him.
Reaching with his right hand he adjusted the throat mic that had been paired with his guitar. Taking another breath, before flipping a switch he activated the built in amplifier that Ruby had installed. Below him the massed faunus looked up as the he struck the first rapid cords, before settling into a constant short chord.
"Load up on guns." he belted out.
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Inside the hall Cinder was throwing flames and glass like they were going out of style. All about her were dodging and evading forms. Her frustrations were growing. There was too many of them to get past, with only Mercury and Hazel as support they were forced to try a win a war of attrition. To wear them down, or knock them out of the fight. To whittle down their numerical advantage. They were already down one, the blond haired boy. He had run, up into the building, and if it were not for his team mates she would have had Mercury chase him down and fulfill Salem's command to them.
She paused as the his voice trickled into her raging mind.
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Keeping up their guards his friends all paused. His words filtering through the windows. Pyrrha smiled, in her mind seeing him stand there his hands dancing on the strings of his guitar. One of these days she would sit and just watch him play. She would be still and let his voice wash over her; but today was not that day. He was doing what they needed him to do, so they would do what he needed them to do, they would fight and give him time.
She moved tossing out Akouo, she banked it, and then reached out with her own semblance to call it back to her. The silver haired one, they knew as Mercury easily evaded the simple attack. But that was the point. To keep him moving, and unable to press forward; preventing him from getting pass them. She had seen his look, and she knew his intent. If he got around them, he would be heading straight for Jaune.
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Adam raged, as he heard the voice that cost him so much at Beacon. Grabbing the hilt of Wilt he prepared to unleash a strike, to knock the young human from his perch above them. But his hand shook, and he couldn't draw it in the smooth motion the attack required. Shaking his head he fought against the feeling filling his mind. Disillusionment and euphoria.
No he would no question the righteousness of the cause. No one's words, not human or faunus could ever shake his faith in the White Fang. As he stumbled back slightly he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting that which threatened to break him. Then he heard it. The slow clatter of weapons beginning to strike the earth. Not again, he screamed in his mind. No not again.
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As he played and sang Jaune let his mind drift. To the times before this. To the nights he would join Cocco, and Russel for open mic night. When they would just play and perform for the joy of it. What he was currently playing was on of their fan favourites. It always got them rousing applause and shouts of encore. Here he was alone, and this was not for enjoyment. He had a mission to accomplish, and with that he pushed with his semblance as his words rang out.
His mind drifted again as he continued, to a time just before his release from the hospital. Where he sat in the garden softly strumming his guitar with no particular tune in mind. Weiss had approached him then, with questions in her eyes and on her lips.
"Why hide this?" she had asked him, and when he didn't have an answer; she continued. "Are you embarrassed? Is that why you sang so badly when you tried to ask me to the dance?"
"If I'm off tune, I can't influence anyone." he had replied. "I wanted a true answer not a fake one."
"You know I care for you Jaune, just not in that way, right? You're a good friend, better than I sometimes deserve." she had responded.
"Don't say that."
"It's true, and I know it. So why hide all this you can do?"
"I hate it." he replied, "Hate the invasion of others into my head. I hate being able to do the same to them. It makes me fake."
"It's a gift like any other semblance. You should embrace it."
He remembered he couldn't reply to those words. He easily could feel and read each emotion with in her, and it made him sick. It told him how people thought about him as soon as they set eyes upon him, before he had ever uttered a single sound. It made him a cheat. An off note brought him back out of his thoughts, and to the task at hand.
He tempered his focus. Centring on the massed faunus freedom fighters and terrorists below him. It was not lost on him that he was a human standing above them, but he couldn't help it. He need to be above, to be able to broadcast, to have the natural acoustics of the surrounding buildings aid him. The waves of emotions were faltering, becoming jumbled. As he moved into his fourth rendition of the chorus he narrowed his attention.
His job was the mass below him. That was it. He needed to keep them out of the fight inside. To keep them from doing anything that could cause harm.
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The fight inside became a stalemate. Even with their numbers RWBY and JNPR with their allies were unable to fully contend with the power of Cinder, the skill of Mercury, and the abilities of Hazel. Lionheart had long ago fled the field. Raven and Vernal had appeared and seeing the chaos had likewise stepped away, back through a portal like which they arrived.
Even though his targets were the gathered White Fang, his music and semblance bled off into anyone who was able to hear him. They all wavered, the trust they had in the rightness of their chosen courses of action in question. Mercury didn't feel any of it, and was puzzled by the paused action of everyone else. Hazel was only mildly affected. He knew what he was being ordered to do was wrong, but he had long ago made peace with that. He wasn't blind like others, and though the sounds that filtered down to him caused him some discomfort they did not alter what he felt.
Cinder was finding it harder. Her mind was starting to reel again, much like it had at Beacon. Pain throbbed in her head, and she felt dizzy, and disoriented. Feeling that everything she took for truth was wrong, fought with feelings of unreasonable joy at just being alive. It shook her, and threatened to break her very hold on the well of emotions she had locked down deep inside.
Mercury took the lull in the fighting to make his move. If nothing else was going to work out, then he would at least accomplish the one over arcing task Salem had saddled them with. The removal of the one called Jaune. Making a feint, he bolted. Using the power of his mechanical legs, and his own natural agility he moved for the door and then as RWBY and JNPR moved to intercept he swapped, and made the stairs.
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JNPR's faith in their leader could not be shaken. RWBY's trust in Jaune would not falter. However the whole reason for why they came to Mistral, fell into shadow. Why were they just going along without answers. There were no explanations, just hints at reasons, followed by large empty spaces that they themselves had to fill in. Each one in their own way came to the same conclusion. There would be no more of this, unless they knew the real whys for it having to be done.
Underscoring it all was pure happiness. Joy at hearing Jaune sing, and play. Contentment to be standing next to one another. Pleasure at sharing the journey here. While it was not drastic, it was still there, and on a small level it affected their actions. Caught flat footed they were not prepared for Mercury's mad dash towards the door, and then as they moved to block, his sudden reversal of direction and disappearance up the stairs.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha yelled in fear, as she took after the silver haired young man.
"Go!" Yang cried out, as Ren and Nora appeared torn as if to follow their teammate or stay and hold down the two remaining opponents.
They took off after Pyrrha and Mercury as RWBY with the assistance of Qrow and Oscar fanned out, and prepared for another flurry of action.
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Adam was holding his throbbing head in his hands, as all around him more and more weapons were dropped to clatter against the stonework of the courtyard. Out of the corner of his eye he could see some of the younger members starting to jump up and down, cheering and waving. Everything was falling apart, again.
He had to resist. He had to focus, as that cursed human's voice echoed around him. His words dredging up feelings Adam was loath to face. Tearing his hands free from his ears he forced them down to wilt. Focusing on his own inner rage he pushed back the unnatural feelings and emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Slowly he turned and let his rage filling blue eye right focus on the blond guitar player. With pure force of will he quieted his shaking hands and reached for Wilt.
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Jaune was seeing the affects of his music on the group below him. Weapons had vanished from hands, and several of the younger members were now shout singing in rhythm to his own voice. It was working, the euphoria was taking affect. Pure bliss of just being alive was becoming evident. More and more the hostile postures vanished, as he moved into his fourth repetition of the song. In some smaller groups bouncing and screaming was happening, the whole scene was starting to resemble an open air concert. The courtyard becoming the dance floor.
The sights bolstered his spirits, and allowed him to channel more of himself into his actions. He was doing it, and if to continue to do it, he had to entertain them, then he would. The drain was nowhere near what it had been at Beacon. His target audience a fraction of the size of the people he had attempted to influence. Yet still he could tell he was starting to wear himself out. Sweat beaded his brow and his voice was slowly starting to get hoarse. But he would push on. People were counting on him to do the one thing he could do.
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Deciding enough was enough, Hazel rushed forward and axe-handle slammed the ground between Cinder, himself and the others. The shock wave shoved them all back, knocking some from their feet. Spinning around with agility that belied his bulk he scooped up Cinder and bolted for the door. It was a flimsy barrier that he easily breached. With powerful legs he pushed himself forward with Cinder over his shoulder. He didn't stop even as his eyes took in the insanity that was filling the courtyard. The promised White Fang reinforcements were there, but they looked anything but what they were supposed to be.
Weapons and masks dotted the ground as groups of the younger danced, shoved and bounced against one another. Further to the back of the massed group of faunus, members were jumping up and down, or just swaying back and forth.
Shaking his head, Hazel set his mind to ignore it, and just make his get away. On his shoulder Cinder struggled weakly, almost as if she was wishing to join the insanity that had enveloped the courtyard. Tightening his grip he pushed on, and slowly the sound of a playing guitar and the almost mumbling voice faded into the background, until it was nothing. At that point Cinder became limp, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Hazel had gotten him and the fall maiden free and clear. Hazel did wonder as he pushed on, what was happening with Mercury, but the boy had bolted before Hazel could play his hand, so he was on his own.
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Mercury was well ahead of his pursuers, as he raced up the stairs. Taking a chance every so often to land spinning kicks on the railings causing them to crack, and break apart; falling down behind him partially blocking the progress of anyone chasing him. It wouldn't be much more. The music was becoming louder and clearer the further he climbed. Mercury smiled. The pathetic fool was alone on the roof. This would be too easy.
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It had all fallen apart again. His victory stolen away from him by a blond human male. Grabbing hold of that thought his mind chased away everything else. It gave him strength of thought and will. The pain in his head lessened, and his eye grew clear. He could see his target for what he was now. A puppeteer, playing with the minds of his fellow faunus. A subversive blocking the righteousness of the cause. Standing above them like a master looking over slaves. He would stop this, he would end the charade. Grabbing the handle of Wilt with newly steadied hands, he prepared to draw.
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Pyrrha was stalled at the first barricade. There was not enough headroom for her to leap over it, nor was it metal; therefore it was immune to her semblance. She could hear the footsetps of Mercury growing fainter above her, and panic griped her. Jaune was alone up there. He was unprotected. Frantically she pulled and hauled at the tangled mess before her, and it was only the shout of Nora from behind that made her step aside.
One solid hit from Magnhild and debris was crushed to the side. Nora powered past, with Pyrrha taking off after her, as Ren brought up the rear. Nora chambered her hammer and as she came around another corner to see a pile of trash in the way, she unleashed it. The ramshackle, and impromptu obstacles stood no chance, and each one vanished from existence. The trio plowed forward and up, hoping to close the gap. To intercept the silver haired Mercury before he reached Jaune, or at least arrive in time to stymie his attack.
The feelings Jaune's music and voice had been conjuring evaporated in their fear and desperation to reach him in time.
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Jaune saw the attack coming, or at least the part of it that was a red crescent moon of death hurtling towards him. The music instantly stopped as did his singing. Trusting in the mechanical abilities and ingenuity of Ruby; Jaune twisted his guitar in his hands. With his left on the neck and his right on the base he brought the rear side up before him like a shield. He was just able to partially brace before the blast of energy slammed into him.
It knocked him backwards and onto his arse, slightly stunned. Shaking his head he attempted to clear it, as part of him knew a second assault was just around the corner.
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Adam smiled as his attack had not only stopped the incessant music, but also knocked the musician away. With the air clear of noise he set himself to start commanding his troops. At least that was he thought he was going to do, until the first of several discarded masked flew through the air towards him. Raising his hands to ward off the negligible impacts; he was shaken. This wasn't how it was suppose to be. They were free, yet they were turning on him? The one that had removed the dictating human scum from above them.
Adam took several steps back as he watched as groups of the younger members gathered and started moving him. He had no doubt he could take them all, but that wasn't the point. They were here to bring the human's to their knees. To strike a stake of fear through their twisted racist hearts. Yet here his own brothers and sisters were moving on him. None of them were picking up any weapons other than the odd mask to fling in his general direction.
Taking more steps back, trying to keep some distance from the closing mob, his mind raced. This was not possible. It shouldn't be. It was Beacon all over again. His troops turning their backs on the cause, turning on his leadership. The shock was too much, and as it overloaded his capacity to act, the faunus teens who had been taken by the music and whom were naturally enjoying it, bum rushed him. Adam hadn't a chance. Dozen's of hands grabbed him, the strength of numbers eclipsing his own great power.
The bore him to the ground, and as they held him down, others rushed in with makeshift restraints; and with in a mere matter of minutes Adam Taurus a leader of the White Fang was subdued by the very people who he was going to make martyrs of.
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As Jaune completely regained his bearings and got his feet underneath him, he heard the noise. The rising commotion. Moving back towards the edge of the roof, he was greeted by the signs of the faunus subversion. The one that had attacked him was tackled and brought down. From his vantage point it looked more brutal than it was, and he winced thinking of how hitting the stonework of the courtyard would smart. He watched as the one who the crowd had grabbed was restrained, by what he couldn't see, but he knew it had to have been something like rope.
He stood there taking in the sight before him, and then it clicked. Much of the group below him was looking up at him. He wasn't sure why, they would be, in fact he had no clue what the reason for taking the guy down was. It was then he heard it. A single shout, that slowly began to multiply.
"More!"
"Again!"
"Keep playing!"
And of course one soul had to shout it.
"Entertain us!"
Jaune could have sworn it was a lone female voice that shouted that last one. But he nodded. He was tired, but if this was what it would take to keep the mass of White Fang from getting into any trouble, then who was he to argue. It felt like it did back when he did the open mic nights with his band mates. People just clamouring for more. Wanting the music to carry them away from troubles and pain. Twisting his guitar about in his hands, he checked it, and sighed. As non-weapon-like as it was, it was still all he had.
Seeing that it had suffered nothing worse than a minor scratch, he sighed, and adjusted himself to give the crowd below what they were calling for. A shout rose up as he hit the first set of chords.
"And the sky was made of amethyst." he sang out to a roar of approval.
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Mercury was almost to the roof when he heard the lull in the music, and then the calls for it to continue. He had no idea what was going on, and decided he really didn't want to. With everything having fallen apart, he had only one job he needed, no wanted to do. It was decreed by Salem, and after her last lesson on not failing her, he had no intention of not seeing it through.
Below him he could hear the sounds of those following him. His attempt to slow them with debris had obviously failed by the sound of their rapidly closing footfalls. Wasting no more time to think, or consider options he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He was close enough to taste it.
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Jaune wasn't using his semblance now. He was just playing, and singing. Below the scene told him it didn't matter if he had been. The energy of the youth had broken through into the older members, and below the mass turned from would be terrorists, to lively concert goers. Closer to were he stood, he saw the pit, and smiled. Memories from being up front on stage as people below just celebrated the music and let their frustrations fall away.
The slamming open of the roof top door drew his attention away from the celebrations below.
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In the hall RWBY, Oscar were standing in the buster doorway, as Qrow left to track down Lionheart. The images they were seeing, causing some confusion. Before them to the side of the celebrating and dancing group of faunus, lay Adam Taurus, under guard by some of his own men. The whole scene was representative of a open air concert, and not a massed small army of disgruntled faunus.
"I heard him play this once, in a club with Russel and Cocco." Yang mentioned as her head slowly began to nod in beat to the song.
"When?" Weiss asked as she watched the chaos of the crowd.
"Right after his serenade of you." Yang replied.
"I think someone just flashed him." commented Blake.
"More than one." responded Ruby.
It was then the music was abruptly cut off. Instantly RWBY and Oscar went on alert as they rushed out to look up at the roof. Cries of alarm and screams of fear rose up from the crowd as every head looked upward. The sight of Jaune's guitar crashing to the ground, caused them all to grow cold with dread.
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Jaune had just been able to get his guitar up and in the way of the arc ofMercury's side kick. The force ripping the instrument from his grasp and it's sling. It sailed into the air and over the edge of the roof. Jaune didn't wait to hear it hit the stones below. Using what little training he did have in unarmed combat, thanks, to Pyrrha, Ren and Yang; Jaune brought his arms up and pushed what he had left in his aura reserves into them.
He took the second hoping side kick right across his forearms. He gritted his teeth at the impact and was thrown backwards. Landing on his arse he slid for a couple more feet. He knew the blow had taken a chunk of his aura, but he also knew he had enough to tank a few more hits, maybe enough to keep Mercury occupied until his friends could rescue him.
"What the hell Mercury?" Jaune asked as he regained his feet.
"Nothing personal Jaune." Mercury replied,"but the boss says to take you out. So I'm taking you out. Pity though, you're good with a guitar."
Jaune didn't say anything else in return. He just kept his eyes on the bouncing brawler. His hands up and his shoulders loose in preparation to attempt and block the next set of attacks. Mercury moved, in a burst of speed. A little faster than Jaune was ready for, yet he still managed to block and duck under a wild left hook, only to take the full brunt of a knee strike to the the gut. The blow knocked the air from his lungs, and he staggered back as Mercury wound up and hit him again this time in the chest with a left legged spinning back kick; followed by jumping right legged roundhouse to the side of the head.
Jaune was thrown sideways by the impact and fell to his knees just before reaching the edge of the roof. He knew he was out matched. There was no way he could compete with Mercury's skill. He just had to hold on, keep being a punching bag until help arrived. Jaune rolled to the left and on to his back narrowly avoiding the axe kick Mercury had aimed for his head. It cratered the edge of the roof, and Jaune rolled again away from the edge scrambling to his feet while avoiding Mercury's follow up stomp and sweep kick.
Jaune brought his arms up in front of his head just in time to prevent a push kick from crushing his face. The force still sent him rolling backwards, but at least he was away from the edge of the roof now Jaune thought. Mercury let Jaune get to his feet before unleashing a side kick to his ribs. Jaune took the impact full on his side, and felt something crack inside his chest. Dropping to his knees he wrapped his arms around his chest and cried out silently.
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Pyrrha emerged through the opened door, just in time to see Mercury chamber to unload a roundhouse kick to Jaune's unprotected head. She acted without a word. Forgetting about her weapons she lashed out with her semblance. Mercury had his legs yanked out from him hard. His chin bounced off the rooftop as he was yanked backwards. Pyrrha released her hold for a second letting Mercury roll to his feet before she attacked again. Mercury once again found his feet yanked out from under him, causing him to smash his back into the roof.
As Pyrrha dragged and shoved Mercury about, Nora and Ren rushed to stand by Jaune. Nora hammer ready, while Ren dropped to his knees to check on his friend. Nora watched as Pyrrha with a snarl upon her lips, yanked and tossed the helpless Mercury around. Slowly the ginger powerhouse saw a pattern to Pyrrha's harassment and moved into position. Mercury stumbled and rolled to recover from every attack. He was helpless, his metal legs making him nothing more than a toy for the four time Mistral Champion.
He struggled to come up with something, to do anything that would give him a chance, as Pyrrha continued to whittle down his aura with her little yanks and shoves. None of the hits amounted to much, but slowly they would pile up, and the continued jerking motions were making Mercury dizzy. Happy with having moved Mercury as far from Jaune as she could manage while still being close enough to protect him, she gave her last yank.
Mercury stumbled forward, but caught himself from falling face first, only to feel his legs being shattered out from beneath him from Nora's hammer swing. There was no pain, just a feeling of being weightless for a second before his back impacted with the roof. With a massive hammer sitting on his chest he raised his hands defeat.
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Below RWBY and Oscar had moved to where Jaune's guitar had fallen. Yang and Weiss both ready to move into action if Jaune happened to go off the side. Ruby watched her heart beating a mile a minute in fear for her first friend's safety.
"We're coming down!" Pyrrha yelled as she looked over the side.
"How's Jaune?" Ruby yelled back up at her.
"Hurt but okay." Pyrrha responded.
A few minutes later Pyrrha emerged supporting Jaune, as he clutched at his side. Behind them came Nora carting Mercury like a side of beef, with Ren bringing up the rear Stormflower pointedly aimed at Mercury's face. Nora dumped Mercury next to the bound and guarded form of Adam, as Pyrrha eased Jaune to sit on the steps. The rest of his friends crowded around, to check on him, and he smiled nodded and waved them off stating he would be fine. Inside he wasn't. He was saved once again, unable to protect himself; and he began to wonder if he was really a worthy member to their talented group.
"Excuse me?" came a soft voice from behind them. Ruby, Yang and Blake who had been standing in front of Jaune turned to reveal a young faunus woman with silver spidery veins running up and down her arms standing there holding Jaune's guitar.
"Hi." Jaune said weakly, as Pyrrha and Weiss supported him.
"You... um... dropped this." she said meekly before holding out his scuffed up instrument.
"Um... thank you?" Jaune responded. He tried to reach for it, but hissed and drew his arm back to his side.
Yang stepped forward and accepted it for him.
"You're really good."
"Thank you. What's your name?"
"Trifa." she replied, before adding "If you're ever in Menagerie; advertise. I'd love to hear you play again."
"I'll do that." Jaune responded weakly.
Trifa smiled and nodded to everyone before returning to the group of on looking probably all now former White Fang.
"Looks like you have fans." Yang teased.
"I think she flashed him." Blake added flatly.
"What?" Jaune asked with a hiss of pain.
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Once again Jaune found himself in a hospital room, abet this time he was conscious. He and his gathered friends were informed that he had cracked ribs, but should be fine in a week, as long as he didn't do anything to aggravate the injury. It was shortly after that Qrow with Oscar in tow informed that Lionheart was dead.
Someone had gotten to him before Qrow could apprehend him. His actions during the start of the fight, siding with Cinder and her allies told them all that he had been a traitor. Qrow took it with a slug of his flask, silently counting the number of friends he had lost due to Lionheart's actions.
"So where to now?" Ruby asked from her place sitting at the foot of Jaune's bed.
"Atlas. The Relic of Knowledge is beyond us." Qrow replied.
"How about Menagerie?" Jaune asked.
"Why there kid?" Qrow asked in return.
"He has an invite to hold a concert." Yang replied with a impish grin. "A cute flasher requested it."
"Sorry kid, work before pleasure."
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"He is supposed to be DEAD!: screamed Salem as she lashed out.
Hazel stood stoically, the out burst not phasing him. Cinder however cowered. Tyrian cackled as he watched, from the sidelines.
"You've failed me again Cinder. Not ONLY have you returned with no relic, you've lost another subordinate, in addition to an ally; and I am being told once again this boy has interfered with our plans. All he does is sing. How hard can it be to remove him?"
"He can influence emotions." Hazel informed his queen. "And he seems very skilled at it."
"Regardless." snapped Salem as she moved to take a seat upon her throne. "He needs to be removed."
"Pardon me my queen if I may?"
Salem just nodded.
"If we can turn him, or coerce him to our side. He could sow despair with in large groups of people. It would draw your creations en mass. You could overwhelm anyone who stands defiant before you."
"If you could find a way I will allow it. If not..." Salem leaned forward, "Kill him."
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An add on to "The Bard". Hopefully it measures up to Chapter One.
This time it is "Feel's Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana as the inspiration. I've always pictured Jaune with Cocco, and Russel playing this at a small open mic night with Yang watching on as the crowd is worked into a frenzy. And Yes I did throw in"Violet" by Hole at the end.
I know I'm skipping lots of events, but I see the nature of this story being more based on Jaune turning the tides of large encounters with the power of his semblance; over a bunch of smaller plot points.
Longer than the first chapter, but with a little more in way of content.
Next up I guess is Atlas. May either use "Invincible" by Skillet, or "Bodies" by Drowning Pool. I haven't watched the Atlas arc yet, so I should probably do it before trying to write anything in regards to it.