"Do you accept archive and interruption prior to re-insertion?' The phrase made no sense, but when your nerves are all flinging messages of acute pain due to your whole body being aflame you don't really question an odd voice within your mind offering something that might enable escape. The only problem is how do you say "Yes!" when your lungs, trachea, throat and mouth are burning.
~Chapter One~
Jaune tried hard to get back up as he dragged himself toward the door, and hopefully somewhere he could hide. He had to live for Pyrrha. To somehow make her sacrifice worth something. He'd been shocked when she kissed him. Even more so when she said she loved him and wanted him to live. It was a horrible numb feeling of uselessness that masked his fear and dread when she told him he wasn't strong enough yet to fight this battle. His temporary shock may have enabled her to shove him in his weapons locker, set it to launch and both close and lock its door. It didn't stop him from confirming his gadget would and did work nor grabbing his sword and sheath and chasing after the girl that had just confessed to him.
Jaune was thankful he'd determined to never be locked in a weapons locker again and how the simple fact of standing up to a bully led to ensuring he wasn't. His friendship with Velvet, born from standing up against Cardin, had led to her recommending and introducing her father to him to design a weapon for him. Not wanting to learn a new fighting style after all he'd learned from Pyrrha on using of Crocea Mors, he'd asked for a tool to unlock the weapons lockers from inside. He'd not mentioned about it to the members of teams RWBY or JNPR as he knew Yang, Nora and Weiss would re-start teasing him for having had it happen to him before, again.
None of them were the victims of bullying either. All of the usual bullied students had been shown where the tool was added inside each weapons cabinet and how to activate. The teachers had praised Jaune for using his gift for the school. They didn't know he wasn't the amazing generous person they thought him as being. He wasn't altruistic as they believed. He just didn't want to think he'd stolen Crocea Mors only to replace it with a new fangled toy and have to relearn how to fight with said toy.
The tool that plugged into the launch control panel, aborted launch and released the hinges of the door to enable exit while the door was locked on the outside. He'd got around the corner to see the elevator ten feet ahead with Pyrrha already inside and pressing one of the buttons. Then the elevator doors were closing. He tried to get there in time to stop them but his hand crashed into the already closed gap of the two shut doors. He was no longer looking at her sweet small sad smile of his red haired sparten warrior, but himself in all his pathetic glory in the shut mirrored elevator doors.
Of course he had frantically pressed the call button. Angry and demanding of himself why he had let her go alone. He had become a hunter to be a hero. This was the most important battle and Pyrrha was his partner. The partner he just left to face Cinder Fall alone. When after the elevator returned empty and then slowly took him toward the roof in mind crushing slow speed; when he exited onto the roof to see the light of life leave the eyes of the girl who'd just told him she loved him as she twisted and fell to face him. Her eyes had recognized him in surprise that turned to despair, before going out, forever.
As he stared at her lifeless eyes on the floor of the roof he knew he was too late. He realized he had done the absolute worst. Not only did he not go and fight beside his partner, but instead of escaping and living for her, honoring her sacrifice as she had asked, he had arrived too late to help, but just in time to also die.
Cinder played with him. She disarmed him by burning his hand to force him to drop his sword. She easily knocked his sheath from his other hand, while it had been in shield form. Without shield or weapon Jaune franticly retreated. She let him reach the fire-escape door. Let him upon the door, and nearly escape. Then Cinder swept his legs from out beneath him tripping him into tumbling down a flight of stairs. She taunted him by seeming to re-appear near him though he panicked and stumbled to escape while she casually followed. She just kept casually following, as if she had all the time in the world. Her wide sick smile mocked him, and her boots clicked on the cold concrete floor like the seconds of an ominous clock. A clock which was counting down the last seconds left of his life. She walked, while he stumbled and fell down the flights, and yet she was always there. There right behind him, no matter how fast he tried to get away, taunting him that he wasn't even worth her time to kill.
Of course in typical Jaune style the door, he tried to exit the stair well through, was locked. Then the flames came. The flames came dancing while they burned up his legs and torso while he screamed himself hoarse. They came with pain that seemed at odds to how beautifully they danced over his clothes, limbs and skin. They danced as they ate into his flesh. They burned his good memories. He wanted to think of the red haired 'Spartan warrior' with his dying thoughts. The beautiful girl that chose him, with her braided long hair and green eyes. The lips that had kissed him his first and only romantic kiss mere moments earlier. No he has to see the raven haired temptress with her cruel eyes and evil smile. The one enjoying his screams as he burned propped against a locked door in an otherwise empty, barren and cold, concrete fire-escape stairwell.
While Juane was experiencing the nightmare of being burned alive he silently yelled for help and something answered. 'Do you accept archive and interruption prior to re-insertion?' It was an odd thought and he almost ignored it as the waves of agony dominated his thoughts. But he knew it was alien. It was not his thought.
Unsure of what good archive interruption would yield nor re-insertion, Jaune somehow managed to think the 'Yes' he'd wanted so badly to scream, but found he was unable to utter. This due to the scorched air in his partially burned lungs being barely able to move, let alone escape and make the sounded word. Eventually as the pain, heat, and smell rose, the cruel eyes and smile faded. The image went as an increasing thickening curtain of flames swept between his killer and his eyesight. It faded to darkness as pain and the smell of burning flesh increased. Pain decreased next as nerves stopped firing and the brain stopped listening to those neurons still able to fire. The smell seemed to follow him though as he collapsed down to the hard cold concrete floor, though he could neither feel the cold concrete, nor the hot flames, nor the texture of the rough hard concrete, nor the cold unyielding locked steel fire door that his body slid down against.
Thankfully his brain shut down escaping the smell and torture.
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Jaune jerked awake from the nightmare. Surprised to be aware. He was so sure he had died. However, there was no smell of burnt flesh. There was no pain, and nothing to see. Had he lost his eyes? Was he in a hospital? He could not feel anything so had no idea if he was still on the concrete stairwell floor. Had Beacon and Vale survived?
He was lying down on something but it wasn't concrete. Finally he worked out his eyes were closed and how to open them. He was lying on a bed like surface that jutted out of the wall. He was wearing jeans and his Pumpkin Pete hoodie. His hands looked normal and he didn't feel any pain nor see any sign of burn scars. He got off and stretched and started to look at the odd hallway he was in. He was startled by movement and turning back to the bed he had just got off, he watched it slide into the curved wall. He couldn't see the catch to get it to come out again now even the opening in the wall it must have slid into. Well he was now standing inside a long circular shaped hallway. He picked one of his only two directional choices within the tube, and began walking. He wondered at his sanity if this was his imagination then it was rather bleak. Who imagined themselves stuck inside a giant metal tube.
Jaune didn't know how many hours he had been walking. He hadn't seen any change from the hallway or passageway. No doors, no windows, no seeming source of light except the pale glow from the tubular wall. Looking backward from where he came from or forward neither opening seemed lighter than the other. Heck with nothing to use as reference and no straight edges there was no way of knowing if the corridor was not a large hollow ring with such a slight curvature making it appear to be straight. If so there could be no end to this monotony.
Getting tiered he slumped down leaning against one of the walls and a seat slid out of the wall along with a monitor. Well wasn't that great and annoying. Jaune couldn't help but feel angry over all the time and effort to getting somewhere being wasted. Still frustrated but figuring the chair was likely more comfortable than the floor he sat on it. He half expected it to vanish when he stood up from the floor and before he would get to sit on it. Now how to turn on the monitor, computer, television or whatever it was?
Of course it just turned itself on and white symbols appeared in three vertical lines over its plain black background surface after he'd been sat in the seat a few seconds. Over time even this change to monotony though also became boring, as he had no clue what they meant. It still appeared that the pattern was not just changing but possibly the symbols were too. They had started blocky, then become increasingly curvy with numerous swirls and blobs. Yes there was only one horizontal line of white symbols now instead of the three vertical columns. He was thinking that it was still too boring when they changed into two horizontal lines of something that he could read.
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Please touch monitor
when you can read this!_
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The large words in white text appeared complete with a blinking curser after the final exclamation mark. He was surprised and was staring at the words when he realized he hadn't touched the screen. He quickly did figuring who knew how many languages it would go through and if it would restart when it finished. A sharp pain had him pull back his finger and see a blob of blood on the tip.
The screen now stated:
'There is a 76.387% chance user is likely a second to tenth generation son of two or more of the thirty-one pillars of Prithvi Mata. Please provide full Father's name._'
The rest of the screen had letters available as a touch screen keyboard. After a few seconds to ensure there were no sharp edges or needles sticking from the screen surface to prick his fingers when he typed he finally gave in risking further injury. Hopefully after providing some information a door would open to let him out.
Thankfully as he typed his father's name there were no more pin pricks stealing blood from his finger tips. There was though something slightly odd. Namely as Jaune typed 'Vylack Nelson Arc' he felt his memories of his first seventeen years of life sifting in the background without having consciously thought to think about them. His memories of interactions with his father whom never seemed satisfied with anything his son did. His habitual disappointment the common emotion he ever showed his fourth child. The screen changed text. It now said:
"Please provide full Mother's maiden name._" again with blinking cursor.
Jaune had answered numerous questions as best he could. Unfortunately providing nowhere near as much information as the interface wanted. He wondered if he was being paranoid in thinking it sucked a copy of his memories of the person from him as he typed their name into the machine. Paranoid thinking that it learned how they interacted with him. He just couldn't work out why he would get memories of his interactions with the relative as he typed in their name otherwise. He didn't know the year of either of his parents' birth. He knew of only two of his grandparents' names but none of their birthdays or middle names.
He only knew one of his eight great-grandparents but probably not the one the computer thought he was related to. Or if it was it didn't let him know it was the one it wanted to know about. It thankfully switched to info on his siblings that he knew more details of. Then it asked about aunts or uncles, which aside one great-aunt and her husband he knew none of. Lastly it asked for his friends, the staff of Beacon, and Cinder Fall's team including how they fought and the other low life's he'd interacted with in Vale. The interface asked questions about Torchwick, Neo, Junior Xiong and the Malachite twins.
When he had answered for the third time that he did not know any other relatives and didn't think he knew any other students, nor had any other significant friends, the screen flashed and displayed three paragraphs of information in significantly smaller font. There was also a single line query with blinking cursor squeezed into the bottom of the screen.
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Direct continuity established within acceptable tolerance as third generation son of Fae'n'lly Solae Goss ne Mweayd. 99.9982% likely that Jaune Himbroux Arc's known maternal-grandfather's mother, Fay Goss, was of the Mweayd pillar. Namely Fae'n'lly Solae Mweayd. Unknown why Fae'n'lly Goss nee Mweayd didn't teach great-grandson the languages of Prithvi Mata. Nor why she didn't enter any of her descendants' data into archive. Her last contact with archive was when she was twenty-four to register marriage to James Martin Goss. No data of Goss family descending from the thirty-one pillars. No knowledge on why all other pillars quit contact with archive. It is now known to archive that at least the AE'rck family existed beyond last known contact with the archive. Genetic markers are secondary proof of link to AE'rck family. No additional data to confirm possible links to three other families of the thirty-one pillars.
Primary proof found showing there to be between four to seven generations through paternal Vylack Nelson Arc to AE'rck branch of family guaranteed as AE'rck father/son's skipped generational curse is present in Jaune Himbroux Arc along with alternate aspect of curse in father, Vylack Nelson Arc. Curse is now updated as Arc father/son's skipped generational curse. Weak indirect continuity established. Archive is unable to determine actual member in the archive that Jaune is directly descended from. There are eleven possible and five probable candidates in archive capable of being the direct progenitor. Possible are of lower probability due to the progenitor needing to have a second, undocumented in the archive, family and are deemed less probable. In fact the one female possible candidate should be downgraded to extremely unlikely.
System is unable to make reliable temporal shifts of greater than seven years due to weakness of continuity line. Based on data gained from still operable sensors on Remnant, memories uploaded from new lync'd source, Jaune Himbroux Arc, along with validation of data that shows source of info greater than 95% accurate over last two years and potential to be greater than 85% for nearly last seven years with modifications allowed. Recommend temporal shift to twelfth year possible with modification, namely having source not being subject to newly named Arc father/son's skipped generational curse. Shifts to reality will retain stability of archive. For subject Jaune it is best believed that the ease of explaining the two options is to quantify attributes as if they are options of a game, and provide summary and the stats for both viable re-insertion options.
Say 'Continue' when ready_
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"Continue" Jaune said figuring he needed to find out more. What was a temporal shift? After he said continue, two new paragraphs of information were displayed on the screen. The reduction in words enabled a much more user friendly font to display the data on the screen.
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Remnant is an old world that through history has suffered wars as its numerous gods and their worshipers have battled for supremacy. Most gods are now dead, a few managed to get strong enough to leave to other realms of existence. There are two pseudo deities, a few possible mortals that could potentially become a pseudo or full god, a few legends and one imaginary god, named Oum that many people incorrectly worship as is often the case when there are no gods vying for a following and yet still worshipers that need one to worship.
Salem, a pseudo deity born from the suffering of the earlier wars and abandonment of all gods that weren't destroyed in said wars and freed by one of the descendants of the thirty-one pillars. She is the source of all grimm, monsters that are attracted to negative human/faunus emotions. She is the system end game. If the world is incapable of spawning new gods for itself or to advance into other planes then it is time for a system rewrite to ensure resources are not wasted on meaningless mediocrity. Either the primary life on Remnant will step up and unite against obvious evil, get manipulated into advancing one or more gods' agendas, or get overwritten. As long as suffering and mistreatment of sentient beings together exceed altruism she is able to move on the physical plane and spawn grimm. The longer grimm live the stronger and more intelligent they become. Do NOT trust! Salem will not be satisfied with anything less than completely destroying Remnant. Preferably with her promotion to elsewhere or elsewhy, but total destruction of Remnant is the higher priority if she can only get one of her two goals.
Say 'Continue' when ready_
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Once more Jaune called out, "continue," and the text changed to display.
The other pseudo deity is currently living under the assumed name Ozpin, a failed wizard that released Salem into Remnant when he was a successful warrior. He wants to become a god and move forward on his individual path toward his believed entitlement. He leads from the rear hoping to use the last vestiges of useful humanity to win him his freedom and advancement at any cost. He molds an apprentice every couple of hundred years, then steals their life to ensure his immortality. Unfortunately he currently is societies' only chance in stalling Salem. Unless other pseudo deities or gods are born that care to champion for civilization then he is the only force delaying the destruction of Remnant. Know that he only delays this until he gets his promotion out of here. This has bought Remnant several hundred additional years. His only care for Remnant is a self-serving one. He is currently known to you as Beacon's headmaster. Do NOT trust! Though he doesn't intend to destroy Remnant, and won't waste effort doing so. He will sacrifice anything to obtain promotion off Remnant.
Say 'Curse' when ready to learn about the AE'rck, now Arc Father/son generational curse._
Was the last line of text Jaune read after learning that his oddball headmaster was actually one of the villains. He had no idea who Salem was and was frankly worried that none of the enemies teams Juniper and RWBY had been fighting were even mentioned as dangerous enemies. Jaune was rather hesitant in his speech when he called out the word 'curse' tentatively.
The generational skipped curse has two states. Each odd generation gets one version of the curse while the even generation gets the other version. Means that over time father and son realize they can not see eye to eye, that unfortunately ensures estrangement or abandonment prior to the grandson finding acceptance in his grandfather as father and grandfather have lost contact prior to grandson being born. The curse is active until an Arc has four sons born before seven daughters or nine daughters prior to a son.
First version of curse yields to excessive pride in male Arc's own abilities that are learned too easily and embarrassment in parents and children that struggle to learn are never good enough or humiliating to be related to. The curse ensures Arc will unknowingly undermine parents and children at any chance available and have no patience to teach things that should be easy to learn.
Second version of curse alternates with the first version on each generation of Arc. Male Arc has easily damaged confidence, will struggle to learn and is nervous around the opposite sex. Will say the wrong thing at critical moments to a girl and fail to notice girls that are interested in him while chasing ones that have next to zero interest in him.
Say 'Options' when ready to see proposed two options. In order to aid in comparison of two options values for attributes are assigned as if a game. Please note this is NOT a game and unless you can get parents, grandparents or great-grandparents if alive to provide genetic information and memories a further temporal shift will be less effective if even possible. An attribute like Strength has a maximum of 21 and can be broken into 7 brackets of three points. Weak 1-3, Average 4-6, Good 7-9, Strong 10-12, Ex Strong 13-15, Paragon 16-18, Legendary 19-21._
"Options" Jaune said.
You managed to learn three combat skills and increase them slightly and your strength stat by 4. You managed to make 14 friends. You failed to raise any other stats, and learn any other skills and to gain any respect from your peers at large. You managed to unlock your aura, but you failed to increase it from its initial value.
Final Stats:
Strength – 7 (will be reset to 3)
Dexterity – 3
Intelligence – 4
Wisdom – 3
Charisma – 11 / 6 (Arc son's generational skipped curse secondary state - will keep curse to say the wrong thing at critical moments and chase the wrong girl, and will fail to notice girls that show interest in him)
Aura – 7800 (will be re-locked)
Semblance - ?
Link to Archive – (will stay lync'd and will be able to access when you find any of the still working monitoring points – currently aware of one active and one destroyed at time of return)
Learned Combat Skills (will keep skills)
Unarmed Combat – 9 partially skilled in attacks that bypass aura protection
Beginner Longsword – 4
Kite style shielding – 6
By saying 'Simple Redo' you will be returned with stats modified as stated above in your sixteenth year,
or you can learn about your other option by saying 'Choice'.-
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Jaune thought about seeing the other option and after saying 'Choice' now the displayed text stated:
Understanding the fairer sex:
You did not develop a relationship with your Father, developed a below average one with your Mother and have seven sisters (2 below average, 4 poor, and 1 no relationship). You only made 3 male friends (1 average, and 2 poor relationships) of your 14 friends. The 11 female friends (1 extremely high, 2 high, 5 average, 2 below average, 1 poor relationship) show even with a curse actively hindering you that you achieved far better in developing relationships with females. Due to primarily only teams RWBY and JNPR interacting together and those teams consisting of mainly female team members, things might be handled better without the Arc father/son's generational skipped curse. Option 'Understanding the fairer sex' enables restarting at twelfth year, ensures understanding of the fairer sex, and avoids curse. (Provides a nearly seven year temporal shift with greater modifications to ensure stability)
Initial Stats for this option:
Strength – 2
Dexterity – 4
Intelligence – 5
Wisdom – 4
Charisma – 11 (curse removed)
Aura – 3800 (Locked)
Semblance –?
Link to Archive – (will stay lync'd and will be able to access when you re-establish contact at any of the still active monitoring points – currently aware of two still active at time of return)
Learned Skills - Note increased ability from 'Simple Redo' option due to being able to recall and utilize everything taught (will keep skills at increased ability level)
Unarmed Combat – 12 especially skilled in attacks that bypass aura protection
Beginner Longsword – 6
Kite Style Shielding – 7 potentially capable of forcing some of oponents attack damage back at them
Understanding Relationships – 7 potentially able to notice moderately well hid intentions and emotions
State 'Simple Redo' to select insertion in sixteenth year or
State 'Advanced Option' for modified insertion into twelfth year_
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Jaune wanted to have a relationship with Pyrrha. He disliked that he had spent all his effort chasing his 'Snow Angel' when Pyrrha, the girl that taught him his only skills and unlocked his aura was being hurt by his curse making him not notice her interest in him. He was worried if he kept the curse how he might be oblivious to other things like that, which could hurt her.
Wondering if as they were making the interface appear as a game if there was possibly a help menu he was just about to query and say 'help' when a new screen was displayed.
Help Menu –
Type question _
Below the two lines of text the touch screen keyboard was displayed. Figuring it was rather bland, but at least there was a method of asking questions, he typed his query into how he could increase his aura and other stats. The screen displayed a mix bag of helpful and not so helpful information.
Strength is increased through consistent physical training and pushing yourself to do better. Training suffers diminishing returns unless new or advanced skills are taught to you.
Dexterity is a harder physical stat to increase, it can be partially improved through increasing your body's flexibility and as a side effect of increasing strength. Those are the easiest ways to deliberately increase this attribute, but it might also be improved as a side effect of improving a learned skill.
Intelligence is increased through hours of diligent studying. Consistently pushing yourself to do better.
Wisdom is harder to increase. After several successful intuitive leaps in logic and as a side effect of increasing intelligence are the easiest to deliberately force this attribute to increase in value. Learning from prior mistakes is a slower method which has risk of loss of wisdom if mistake made was a stupid decision to make.
Charisma is not easily increased. Working at deportment, verbal and nonverbal communication, speech delivery, personal hygiene are easiest ways to deliberately force this attribute to increase.
Aura can be reduced by over training. If more than 95% of the total amount is used damage can occur causing reduction of viable aura. If consistently about two thirds to four fifths are used daily or at least every three days then it can be encouraged to grow up to 15% or more a year.
Semblance – Most semblance can be trained to be more efficient in aura cost and / or actual ability can be trained to be more effective. Depends on semblance on how or if it can be trained. There is a greater chance of obtaining a useful/stronger semblance the stronger and better trained you are prior to unlocking aura._
By choosing the option that enabled him to lose the curse then except for strength and aura, he would have better starting stats and it actually gave him basic relationship skills. It gave him four more years to train too, and as strength and aura appear the easiest to train as long as he could get his aura unlocked then he could potentially get it close to being back at the 7800 value prior to Beacon. He could regardless have a better strength and all other skills and stats.
Jaune remembered the monitoring points and wondered where they were. As soon as he typed the question the screen changed to display.
Known two monitoring points Beacon administration building fire escape stairwell you were burning in when you lync'd to archive, and Great Grandmother's garden shed in Ansel. Note that node in Ansel was destroyed prior to your fifteenth birthday when shed was demolished by land developer that bought house from Goss estate after death of Great-Grandmother. Both have an entrance, first a false wall at the base of stairwell provides access via hidden stairs, and the second has the entrance below the floor beneath the shed's work bench. All active monitoring points are accessible for descendants of the thirty-one pillars._
What are the descendants of the thirty-one pillars was Jaune's next typed question after returning to the help menu. Once more the display changed.
There were thirty-one pillars that survived their ship's crash onto Remnant. They escaped their dimension that was being destroyed by its equivalent of the grimm, and provided Remnant the power of the four maidens, the seven relics, semblance and the ability to unlock aura. Three relics are safely in the archive. The other four are in vaults in Beacon, Atlas, Shade and Haven Huntsman Academies.
Ozpin a descendant of the Conqyld'y'un family, one of the thirty-one pillars, usurped the control of the maidens and four relics from the archive. Based on your memories regarding Cinder the archive believes Cinder to be an agent of Salem, and that Salem is attempting to usurp the maidens and relics from Ozpin. The children that trace their ancestry back to one or more of these thirty-one families are the descendants of the thirty-one pillars. Like yourself, both of your parents, at least two of your grandparents and your great-grandmother Fae and your seven sisters are all descendants of the thirty-one, as is Ozpin. _
Jaune shied away from the new information. He noted that the system, archive, or whatever it was had an agenda. If it was a help menu it would just answer the question. Additionally providing information on the maidens and whatever these relics were seemed to be it trying to encourage Jaune to have animosity toward Salem and Ozpin. Well something to worry about later to determine where the truth really lay. For now it would be best to concentrate on the two options of his do over. As his thoughts zeroed in on the second option being the best one to select a new prompt replaced the prior data. It wasn't nice realizing that whatever this thing was it could read his thoughts.
Choosing 'Advanced Option' – "Understanding the Fairer Sex" –
Say 'Yes' to accept or Options to return to prior Options menu._
Taking in a calming breath to stop himself from spiraling into confusion and second guessing himself Jaune stopped his panic from getting out of control with the proof 'it' could read his thoughts. "Yes," he said, deciding to not second guess any further, and figuring he would work hard for the next five years so he can become useful when he becomes partnered with Pyrrha once more.
That way he will be able to be a helpful team mate when he finally gets back to Beacon. The text vanished from the screen which appeared to be enlarging. Soon nothing but blankness expanded around him as if his ability to see had been taken away. The nearly gone burnt flesh smell surged back and pain. Pain grew then thankfully stopped. His sense of pain, touch, sight and sound were gone. He couldn't hear himself scream though he was sure he had done so. Now there was only the smell of burnt flesh. Was he still being burned to death and the earlier some weird dream.
Jaune finally could feel his body and it was wrapped in something smooth and soft, instead of the cold concrete he had felt prior to loosing the sense of touch. The burnt flesh smell was thankfully also completely gone. He was in a warm soft comfortable bed. After months of waking early to train with Pyrrha he knew it was about that time in the early morning to get up. His momentary thought to roll over and slip back into a comfortable warm sleep was quickly ignored and he threw the covers back. He hopefully had five years to train before Beacon started, and he knew exactly how to begin.
Swinging his legs off the bed he pushed his hand through his short blond hair before stretching. He stood up and marveled at how short he now was. Was he truly this short when he was twelve? Tidying the bed he noticed the sun glinting through the curtains that must have caused him to awaken. Turning to cross the room he noticed the second bed. Why was there a second bed in his room?
Long blond hair was draped over the pillow on this bed, and quiet deep breathing could be heard when he concentrated on it. He walked toward the figure to try to work out where he was. He thought it would be his home, but this wasn't his bedroom. His bedroom wouldn't get the rising sun entering his window in the morning. Quietly crossing to the other bed and examining the face he realized it was Aster. Fifteen months his senior, she was the sister closest to him in age, and had always before now had her own bedroom. In fact this was the room used by his eldest two twin sisters as it was the largest bedroom after their parent's room.
The unusual thought of why he was sharing with Aster, in his eldest sisters' room caused him to forget he was still walking toward the bed. In the poorly barely lit by the rising sun room, he bumped into the bed having not noticed how close he had already got to it. Catching himself from falling caused him to lean on Aster's arm, and one of or both impacts awoke her.
"Morning-sen, is it time to exercise?" Aster asked.
"Well I was going to get dressed and do some training. You can use the bathroom after me." Jaune told her and turned to head to the bathroom. "Oh do you know where I put my clothes for this morning?" He remembered there was a point that Aster and himself had started training and figured this must be the time it happened. He remembered Aster used to get both their workout clothes ready the night before. They had trained for a few weeks last time, but after his first weekend that Dad joined, Jaune quit. Dad had made him hate it. Aster didn't manage to keep training much longer. This time he wouldn't give up though, and he had a routine so he could ignore Dad's attempt to make them fail this time.
"We have them ready on our stool and we can share the bathroom. You can use the loo first but be quick as I need it too." Aster told him while leaping out of bed. Jaune was fairly sure that just having a better relationship with girls didn't cause them to share bathrooms and bedrooms with you. 'What in Oum was going on?' He wondered.
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Author's Note: Last Edited July 18th 2021 What is mine is mine all else is from RWBY please don't post or publish this story partially or in its entirity anywhere else.