Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop throwing rocks, the chapter -Ow!- is here!

Whew, I wrote all this today. Usually I take a week to write Extension but I felt really bad for having killed Ruby so I had to write this.

The rocks were just an encouragement.

But speaking about the rocks... Ouch! Do you know how many rocks did I get?! Let's count!

Right now I have had 783 views on Ch3, where Ruby dies. Taking into consideration that 20% of those readers threw rocks, we have that 156.6 people threw rocks. If each of them threw rocks at an average speed of 1 rock each 10 seconds (average, there were the faster ones and the slower ones maybe), and I posted Ch3 25 hours ago, it means that they threw... 1,409,400...

A fucking million and half rocks! Those hurt!

Also, for the user marcialhd, Melf's Minute Meteor hurt too! Antimagic Field can last only so long... And the guest who 'kindly' threw semi-solid lava at me, I'll let you know I hate the heat! And as for YOU, XxPokemonMasterxX, now aim away your damn arrow, I'd like to keep my knee joints whole!

Ehm-Ehm, now that that's out of the way... onto the chapter.

"How is Yang?"

Sky Lark, the only boy of Team NBLS and currently the only member willing to talk, raised his head and tiredly looked at the questioner. "Not fine."

The two teams were sitting at their usual position on the mess hall. Since their dorms were basically adjacent, they shared a table during lunch. In the first two days, they had shared small talk like good peers, but now more than ever it was clear that they were just peers, not friends nor even acquaintances. Team NBLS refused to talk with anyone about anything, and Team JWVL didn't know what to say. Yang had been skipping classes for four days now, but Jaune was pretty sure he could hear her crying every time they headed to class.

Without the bright presence of the blonde brawler, Team NBLS was even quieter than usual. Blake Belladonna, a dark haired girl with a bow on her head, was silent even on the best of times. And last was Pyrrha Nikos, a flame-haired beauty with emerald green eyes, a very introvert person by herself and even more during the last four days. Sky was the only who would answer questions, but even then he kept his answers really short.

Jaune exchanged a glance with his team. Ren and Nora alike were eating in silence, heads kept down and avoiding the others' gazes. Weiss was staring down as well and eating mechanically. Jaune knew that they were like that only because they didn't know what to say. Jekyel had already eaten his plate, and was looking at him with a question in his dark brown eyes, his arms crossed on his chest. Despite looking far younger than his actual over forty, the depths in his eyes remained, depths of what he had seen and lived. Jaune felt himself shrink every time he gazed into those depths. Jekyel was a somewhat awkward, kind person, but he had a wisdom no one of them could even begin to grasp.

Jaune returned to look at Sky. "Is she eating?"

The blue-grey haired boy stopped for a second and briefly glanced up. Wordlessly, he returned to angrily picking at his food with his fork. Jaune waited for the answer, but after a minute passed and it was clear the boy wasn't going to respond to that, Jaune cleared his throat. "I know we're not on your team. And I know you don't want to talk about it. But I am worri-"

"She's not." Sky didn't even look up as he gave his answer.

Jaune felt his heart fall a little. He looked at his team again, meeting Ren's eyes. The pink-eyed boy narrowed his eyes and gave a slow shake. 'It's wiser to allow the dead to rest.' The ninja's words came back to his mind, and his eyes moved to the rest of his team. Nora was still eating quickly, as if keeping her mouth full to avoid having to speak. Weiss was still eating mechanically, not meeting his eyes. Both of them had agreed to keep his Semblance a secret. Both had agreed with Ren's statement.

His eyes moved to the one who hadn't.

Sir Jekyel D'Or Arc, Hero of Vytal. The man who had a statue in the Beacon courtyard. Commander of the Lost Army. The man was kinda awkward and socially inept, but if Jaune had to describe him in a single word he would be `veteran`. He moved with the grace of a man in armour, not fast nor agile but confident and secure. And while he usually didn't speak much, his wisdom was great. He had been eager to tell Jaune of his war techniques and tales, but he didn't really talk with the others.

Jekyel had disagreed with Ren. He'd told Jaune to save Yang's sister. Every day first thing in the morning Jekyel would glance at him with a pleading look that said 'save her'. And every day before they all went to sleep, Jekyel would give him a glare that said 'her pain's on you. You have the power to end it, yet you're not saving her'. Every time they had lunch, Jekyel would stare at him, daring him to be sorry for a team he could help but didn't want to help. Every time they passed by NBLS's door and they heard Yang crying, Jekyel would look at him with disappointment that meant 'you could stop this. Why aren't you doing it?'.

Meeting his eyes, Jaune felt a shiver going down his spine, once again reminding himself just how old Jekyel really was. He wasn't a boy in his late teens like he looked to be. He was a man who had fought and died for what he believed was right. Jekyel's eyes had the answer to his question, if only he could bring himself to ask it. But the problem was… did he want to ask it?

Jaune wasn't selfish nor evil, that was known. But part of him said that if he were to act and help Yang, things would just end poorly. His friends would become reckless, believing he would be able to resurrect them, and they would start taking unnecessary risks. Word could get out, and Jaune wasn't stupid enough to think that he would be left alone if that were to happen. Jekyel's answer was simple. Help others, no matter what it could cost him. And Jaune honestly shared that feeling. In any other case, he would've helped without even having to think about it.

But in his current position, Jaune wasn't sure.

Helping would've been the right thing to do, but its repercussions could've easily influenced both teams. Even without considering outsiders getting wind of his Semblance, the two teams would probably consider him their ace and last-resort trick, relying on him to resurrect them. Jaune had played enough RPG games to know that it happened often. He didn't want that.

He looked back at Sky. "Not even what you bring her?"

Wordlessly, the boy shook his head. That wasn't good. Jaune knew that it would take her close to a month before death by starvation, but staying four days without eating was not healthy. Heck, staying one day without eating wasn't healthy. He knew she would eventually come out of it like his family had done with his father's death by cancer, but eventually didn't sit well with him. She didn't deserve `eventually`. She deserved `immediately`.

He looked down at his still uneaten food and reached a decision. He met Jekyel's eyes and after a second, he nodded. The knight's brown eyes widened for a second before a smile spread on his face. He nodded back.

"I'm not really hungry," Jaune told his team, rising with his food tray. "I'm gonna go back to the dorm and rest for a bit. Okay, guys?"

The three nodded idly. Jaune began to walk away, and waited for Jekyel to distract them. He did. With a nonchalant smile, he stretched and somehow managed to fall from the chair, rocking the entire table. As everyone focused on him with deadpan stares, Jaune hurried out of the mess hall with his food tray still held in his hands.

He skirted through the students with practised ease. During family reunions, his house was always pretty full, so every Arc knew the art of walking in a crowd while holding stuff -usually food or gifts, in the Arcs' case- effortlessly.

He arrived at NBLS's door in little more than five minutes. Holding the tray with one hand, he knocked on the wood.

"Go away," came the weak reply from the other side of the door. He knocked again, this time getting no reply.

"Knock it down." He jumped as he heard Jekyel's voice behind him. Hell, he was surely deaf if a man in full armour managed to sneak upon him. He raised an eyebrow at the knight, and he just sighed. "Fine, I'll do it. Besides, I had to come with you to help you with the explanation." He turned to the door and lifted a single armoured foot. With a determined grimace, he kicked the door off its hinges, sending it crashing to the floor and startling a teary Yang.

"I said-" she began, eyes red not for her Semblance but from crying.

Jekyel cut her off. "We heard you, and we decided to disobey," he stated, stepping into the room. "We both know how it is to lose family and we decided to come and talk to you."

"Go aw-"

"I said talk to you, not talk with you," the knight interrupted her again. He grabbed the tray of food from Jaune and set it down before Yang. "First off, eat. You aren't in good shape. And second, despite how crazy it sounds, we might have a way to help you."

"I'm calling Professor Goodwitch to back us up," stated Jaune, messing with his Scroll. "…and to fix the door, but that's beside the point."

Yang tried to speak again, Jekyel merely forced a piece of bread into her mouth. "Now, I was saying, we might help you. Jaune's Semblance is quite useful in this kind of situations. I know you won't believe me, but it's true," he continued as Yang had to chew and swallow to avoid choking. "The question is… how much do you want your sister back?"

Yang's eyes turned blood red and she opened her mouth to speak, but an armoured hand covered it. Jekyel might've been awkward at times, but Jaune had learned that when it came to fighting, he was far above them. Especially when it came to fighting without complex weapons like mechashift. "That was a rhetorical question, of course you want her back," he said. "What would you say, if I told you Jaune could bring her back?"

Yang glared at him, and he removed his hand. "Just… just fucking leave me alone," she hissed. "You want to rub that in too?!"

"I would never try to aggravate the death of a dear one," replied Jekyel. "I have experience with losing people and I'm just offering you a second chance. Jaune should be the one to speaking since it's his Semblance, but I knew you could've reacted badly, and Jaune is not prepared to handle that. So, I repeat my question, what would you say if I told you you could have her back?"

"Fuck you!" shouted Yang, flames lighting up her frame and tears in her eyes. "Stop messing with me!"

"I am not messing with you, little girl," retorted the knight, a white Aura surrounding him as well. "And if you think me immature enough to make fun of others' pain, then you are so very wrong. But in order for this conversation to happen, I need you to actively participate instead of just reacting badly."

"She's dead!" screamed Yang, punching him without many results.

"Well, I was too!" countered the man, making her stop. Her eyes were open with both shock and disbelief. Jekyel rubbed his forehead. "Jaune, I was drunk when Goodwitch explained, so it's your turn to speak now."

Jaune gave a nervous laugh as the enraged Yang focused on him. He knew he had to thread carefully. "My Semblance. It's complicated, but to put it in just a word is: resurrection."

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"I can't believe this."

"Me neither," sighed Jaune. Apparently, Goodwitch was too busy with her job to come with them and explain. It had fallen upon the two Arcs to show her the light, and they had to move from Team NBLS's dorm to avoid the others to come back and surprise them. So they had decided to move out and into the courtyard, where they were now pacing.

Yang's eyes weren't red any more, and she seemed to have forgotten her depression to settle with disbelief. She was still holding the red object that was apparently a scythe-sniper rifle combination to her chest, but now her grip was just a tiny bit looser. Her eyes continuously darted between the two Arcs, trying to catch the act, but there was no lie.

"Your Semblance is fucking resurrection?"

"More or less," shrugged Jaune. "I'm not really certain. Jekyel surely is alive but we still don't know the details. It might be a little more complicated than that, but if he says it'll work, I trust him. Besides, he's the one who experienced it first-hand, not me."

"So… let me sum up the process," continued Yang. "You can… touch? Use? Whatever… you can connect to a weapon and resurrect its first wielder. And I mean really resurrect, not just create an Aura construct and animate it, I mean taking the soul of the wielder and giving them back their bodies. And they still have their memories, but in Jekyel's case he also received a basic understanding of what changed in the world, like cars and airships and guns. And all you need to do is to use their weapon. Then why haven't your resurrected dozens already?!"

"It's not that easy," replied Jaune. "My Semblance is… it's too strong. If people got wind of that…"

"They would give everyone a weapon, and resurrect everyone every time they died," completed Jekyel. "Death is not something to mess with. He wants to help you because your sister died when her time hadn't come yet. She was too young to die."

"How do you know how old was she?" asked Yang.

"She can't be fifty if you are her sister," noted Jekyel.

"Fair enough."

"So I… convinced Jaune to use his Semblance to bring her back." Jekyel looked at the weapon Yang was holding. "But you will have to give up that weapon. Jaune can only use his Semblance on his weapon, so he would need to use it."

Yang's reaction was immediate. Her arm shot out and Jaune groaned as the red object basically caved in his ribcage before he grabbed it. Yang moved her hand and pressed a switch somewhere in the object, making it unfold. In shock, Jaune dropped it as it deployed into a giant scythe. Not even a second later, Yang had already smacked him. "Don't you dare drop my sister's scythe ever again," she growled as he scrambled to retrieved it.

It was light. That was the first thing he noticed. It was not light, but it was more or less as heavy as his sword was, and that was absurd. Such a large weapon should've been heavy, not light. He lifted it up and yelped when he accidentally fired a shot. The bullet flew true and destroyed a window before a loud yelp was heard. "Whoops?"

Yang blinked and sighed. "Ruby… believe it or not, Ruby did something similar when she first started training," she said as she rubbed her forehead. "Sniped our father right where it's most painful."

Both males cringed at that.

She turned to Jaune and glared fiercely. "Do your trick. Now. I want my sister back."

Jaune laughed nervously as he took a step back, but he bumped into Jekyel and promptly fell to the ground. His ancestor sighed as he pulled him up, and turned to the brawler. "Not so fast, Yang. I understand your desire to see your sister again but this cannot be done so rashly and impulsively." Yang's glare turned to him, but he wasn't fazed. "This weapon is not good for Jaune. I may be wrong but I guess your sister allowed her weapon to drag her along with each swing. The unnecessarily large blade unbalances the weapon, so I'm guessing this weapon is apter for a smaller person, capable of following the weapon instead of guiding it."

"Yeah, and so?" grunted Yang, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And so I refuse to force Jaune to wield a weapon that is completely incompatible with his own physique only because of your impatience." Yang's eyes turned red again and she readied a punch before Jekyel slapped her. Given how he was still wearing his armour, it hurt quite a bit. "Stop being a bitch and listen. Crocea Mors was modified during the years, so I know that modifying a weapon does not prevent Jaune from recalling the wielder. I am not as sure about post-resurrection modification."

"What do you mean?" Yang frowned at him.

"It means I'm not sure Jaune could modify this weapon after resurrecting your sister without hurting her," explained Jekyel. "And since this weapon has to be modified in order to fit Jaune… the resurrection will have to wait until this weapon is ready."

Yang's hands closed into fists. "How long is the forging going to take?"

"That depends," interjected Jaune. "I mean, dad was a smith and I'm pretty good too, so the actual forging won't take much, especially if we are allowed to use the school's forge. It's the design I'm worried ab-Eeek!"

He yelped unashamedly as Yang picked him up by his hoodie, looking at him with red frightening eyes. When she spoke, her voice was steel. Melted, red-hot steel. "Then what the fuck are we waiting for?" she rhetorically asked, flames in her hair. "We have a fucking weapon to design."

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"Axe-bazooka combination?"

Jaune sighed as he pinched his nose. Before him there were two blondes and a brunette, all looking through several books at the same time. He himself had a large book before him.

"No, Yang, that just plainly doesn't appeal me," he replied tiredly. He had thought that weapon designing would've been a fun affair, but it had been two hours already they hadn't even begun to design a weapon. They had been holed up in the weapon section of library all along to search for a suitable weapon, and after the first hour even Goodwitch had joined them. Jaune and Yang had skipped classes, of course, but Yang was excused due to her grieving and Jaune…

Auntie Glynda had made sure he wasn't even reported missing. After all, he'd skipped her classes. It was nice to be the teacher's nephew, even if its price came in exaggerated affection.

"Spear-rifle combination? Longsword-plasma rifle combination? Rollerblades with real blades?" offered Goodwitch, looking through the weapons. "Mace-Gatling gun combination? Flail-flamethrower combination? Pen an… I don't believe this… Pen and clipboard enhanced with Dust? Wing prosthetics with blades and guns implanted in them?"

"No. No. No. No. No. No. And no." Jaune sighed as he looked down at his own book. "This is gonna be a very long night, isn't it?"

"Maybe we should search for more complex weapons?" offered Jekyel. "We've searched all the single weapons and part of the two-weapons combinations. We will never find a weapon if we continue like this."

"If only someone would stop being so damn picky!" huffed Yang, glaring at Jaune.

"I suggest we move our search to the training arenas, I can see Ms Belladonna, Ms Nikos and Mr Lark coming this way," Goodwitch alerted them. "We don't need to tell them about our little project now, do we?"

"I'm just curious, Auntie, how did you manage to get Ozpin to forget about Yang's sister's death?" asked Jaune.

She smirked.

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"…and so I faced the Dark Hydra, the stronger version of the Grimm called Hydra, with nothing but my underwear and my sharp intellect to back me up. The foul beast lunged at me and…"

"Please… stop… I forgot my own name… stop…"

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The rhythmic ring of the hammer meeting the metal resounded in the forge.

Beacon's forge was a large building containing several forges. Each forge was equipped with a storage room for the materials, restocked every day, an armoury filled with weapons, a designing room for weapon designing, a testing room with dummies and target to try out the weapon, and finally the forge itself, filled with fine machinery and old-fashioned anvils and hammers.

In the middle of it all stood Jaune Soleil of the Arc Clan.

He was in his usual forging attire, that meant leather grey pants and no shirt. Usually, he would've worn a leather apron to shield himself from the heat, but his past experience and his newfound Aura made that unnecessary. So he stood shirtless, hammering on some gold-like metal he had taken from the weapon Yang called Crescent Rose and modified. He would need for it to fit his theme, after all.

Near the door stood several people. First of all was Glynda Goodwitch, who was smiling at her nephew's dedication. Beside her stood Jekyel D'Or of the Arc Clan, who similarly to the woman was proud of his descendant. Ren, Sky and Nora were all looking at him with vague interest, curious about his new weapon but most of all curious on how he had managed to get Yang out of her funk.

Beside them…

Beside them stood four more girls. Pyrrha Nikos, team leader of Team NBLS, who was still in her school uniform. Blake Belladonna, who had changed into her usual attire but still wore her bow, another member of NBLS. Weiss Schnee, proper and pristine heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, still somehow reluctant member of Team JWVL. And Yang Xiao Long, ranked third most beautiful girl in the school after Pyrrha and Weiss. The list was on looks alone, of course, not on attitude as well.

All of them were shamelessly ogling Jaune and blushing.

To tell the truth, he was quite the sight. Years of smithing and travelling had given him a toned physique, yet he wasn't a bulky bodybuilder like that Winchester guy of Team CRDS. The heat and work had also made him exert himself quite a bit, and the sheen of sweat on his skin had more than one of them swallowing dryly.

He finally lifted the target of his efforts and dipped it in the cold water, creating a cloud of steam that obscured him from view for a second. When it was sufficiently cooled off, he took it out of the water and placed it beside its twin on the table, looking at them in both awe and gratification. They were by far his best works, and he guessed they were decent by Huntsmen's standards as well.

Before him laid two twin sabres. The handle was wrapped in blue cloth, but otherwise the weapons' only colours were red, gold and silver. The long and slightly curved blades were golden with a silver sharp edge on the outer side, and red with a darker red sharp edge on the inner side. The pommel was made up of a single red point to use as a close-range small knife. To protect the blade Jaune had designed an elongation of the blade that went down the hilt and covered the hand. It was sharp as the blade itself and could be used to punch meanly.

The two sabres could also combine into a bow if needed, plus they also had a double-bladed sword mode in case he needed a two-handed weapon. Jaune had secretly added another mode to it, a scythe mode, since that was the weapon's original form, but it was far different from Crescent Rose's scythe and he wouldn't be using it soon: he would need quite a bit of training before he could fight with that…

He looked up from his works and toward them, somehow managing not to notice how some of the girls were looking at him. "It's done," he stated, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Immediately, Yang was upon him. Since he wasn't wearing a shirt she could grab, she settled for grabbing his shoulders -not that she minded- and starting to shake him. "What are you waiting for?! Do it!"

"Do what?" asked Sky, confused. "Try it out?"

"No, not really," replied Jaune, trying to detach Yang. A purple glow surrounded the brawler and a second later she found herself floating.

"Huh?" She looked down. "I can fly?"

"No, Ms Xiao Long, you can't," stated Goodwitch. "I am merely keeping you from scrambling Jau-Mr Arc's brains. Mr Arc, you can proceed, swe-I mean, you may proceed, if you would."

Jekyel stepped forwards with a little smile. "Come on, Jaune, you can do it," he encouraged his descendant. "And after I'm gone ask Ms Goodwitch to help you training with that, you need it."

Jaune sighed and nodded, looking down at his new weapon. He had to name it first. "I'll call it…" He smiled. "Rubis Solaire."

"Solar Ruby?" translated Jekyel. He shook his head. "Well, it's fitting. I'm sure Yang appreciates."

"Yeah, yeah, I do," snorted the girl. "Now, can someone tell Professor Goodwitch to put me down?"

They ignored her. Jaune reached out with a hand and a smile before something registered. "Wait…" His hand froze. "What does `after I'm gone` mean?" he asked, turning to Jekyel with a frown.

The knight blinked in surprise before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I knew it, I had to screw up at the last second," he grumbled. "Could you just ignore what I said and go on?"

"Jekyel…"

"Fine, it's not like it's a secret." He pointed to Jaune's new weapon. "That's gonna be your weapon from now on. Your Semblance is linked to your weapon. Once you choose that as your weapon, Crocea Mors will stop being your weapon and your Semblance will stop affecting it."

Jaune froze. "That means you…"

"I will die again, yes," replied Jekyel, his bluntness shocking everyone in the room. Even Goodwitch lost her focus, dropping Yang onto the floor. "I've been there before. Sucks for a moment, yeah. I'm not afraid."

"But I-"

"Jaune." The older Arc grabbed his shoulders and forced him to turn and look at him. "Yang's sister was fifteen, almost sixteen, when she died. She still had a life full of happiness, adventure, emotions, friends and maybe family before her. She was robbed of all of that too young." His grip tightened. "I, on the other hand, have lived my life already. I even got to learn that my sacrifice was successful, and that we didn't die in vain. I got to learn that what I did saved so many people. That had been my only regret in death. I didn't know if I had done something or if the Northern League had eventually won. You gave me the chance to find out, but I don't want a second life. This is not my time to live. My time ended with the War of Dust. Young Ruby died before her time, and if you don't do this she'll never have a second chance at life."

"But you…"

"Look at me, Jaune. Are these the eyes of someone who is afraid of death? Are these the eyes of someone who could live in this world?"

Jaune did just that. He stared into Jekyel's deep brown eyes and found the answer. The knight had seen too much war to fit in a world like the one they lived in. He had given his life for his people and he had woken up in a world where his sacrifice was something only found on history books. He belonged to the past, not to the present. Ruby, on the other hand…

His eyes dropped back to the sabres. He didn't know Ruby Rose. Yang had told him a little about her and she seemed a good person, but Jaune didn't know her. He took a deep breath and placed his hands on the weapons' handles.

Light erupted in the room, as Jekyel smiled one last time. Everyone covered their eyes as it burned bright, too bright for anyone to stand. Little by little it subsided, and they could see that Jekyel D'Or Arc was no more with them. Instead, standing before Jaune with a confused expression on her face, stood a short crimsonette with large silver eyes.

Ruby Rose was back.

Full Ruby scene, next chapter.

I'm too tired to write anything else, plus this is the average size for Extension's chapters. Here it's past midnight and yet I'm tiring myself out for you... or rather to avoid your rocks and stuff. *drinks from his Thermos of tea*

Hope you liked this, because it wasn't easy to write it all today. I didn't rush it, but I did want to write it soon. I'm sorry for having remove Jekyel from the story, but 1) he was an interesting OC, but eventually an unnecessary OC. 2) what he said was true, and 3) writing him is harder than it looks.

You can find a drawing of Rubis Solaire here, on my deviantart account: (EDIT: fuck you, FFN! I want this fucking link here!)

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Remove the all the numerous spaces (damn you, FFN) and replace the parenthesis, of course. Fuck you many times over, FFN... don't worry, you'll probably enjoy even it.

And before I forget... I'd like to thank the user lordrednight for his help. He helped me come up with the name for this weapon. So lordrednight, if you're reading this, thanks!

Since there's nothing else to write... seen you soon!

Until next time,

Khor Evik Vlakhavlakh