Jacques Arc. Jacques d'Arc. If Jeanne was being honest, she gave up on the similarities a long time ago. When exactly she wasn't sure, but it certainly felt as though it was a long time ago. At first it was the simple name. The fact that both her and her Master were leaders in that regard was another. The fact that Jaune's bully had one with the Cardinal of Winchester was really weird. The café with Gillian was too much. At this point, the only thing missing was if Master's mother was called Isabelle. Considering the current track record, it probably was.
One saving difference is that Jaune's father seemed to be a hero himself. Jeanne's own father was a farmer and definitely not a hero in the sense that he fights battles. Her father was a hero to her at any rate although they would disagree at times. What family doesn't from time to time? Still, to be interrogated by what is essentially an alternative of your own father is rather awkward for her. Made even more awkward when the reason for interrogation was because of a chance that one is dating themselves.
Is this what my father would have been like had I brought home a boy? She thought. No longer paying any attention to the interrogation. It was mainly because Jaune was already denying it for her. It was fine, welcome even. She wanted to focus on the similarities and differences between them rather than think about what implications would be if she dated herself.
"So," Jacques said. "You're not planning on dating my son?"
"No, sir." Jeanne shook her head for what felt like the thousandth time. If she wasn't what she is, she might have had a sore neck by now with all that shaking.
Visibly, Jaune's father looked rather disappointed in him, saying, "son. Have you even been trying to find a partner? All it takes is confidence." Jeanne could name at least one person that Jaune was pursuing. It was one of those times that she wished she could be separate from her Master.
"Hey, Jeanne," she remembered her Master saying. "I have this poem I wrote for Weiss and I like to know your thoughts."
"Sure." She agreed. Jeanne regretted that decision and any other decision after that. She had hoped that, like all other things, Jaune's ability to pursue the fairer half of humanity would improve. Sadly, it did not.
"…Snow Angel," Jaune ended.
Jeanne's expression and tone dropped to levels she didn't even know she had. "Pardonnez-moi?"
It was made even worse when Jeanne noticed the glances that Pyrrha Nikos gave him. Considering that Jeanne once saw her as Achilles, she didn't want to think about that either. The two are different enough already, and she was not referring to the fact that Pyrrha put protection on her heels. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable.
Where was she again? Oh, right, she was in the headmaster's office being analyzed as a potential life partner for her Master. Considering that the two are pretty much bound together by their kindred souls, they would at least be together for a long time if nothing else.
The headmaster looked rather amused. The stack of papers at his deck was hint enough. Someone's looking for a distraction, she thought. With the Vytal Festival coming soon, this sort of thing must have been one big distraction for the headmaster.
Finally, returning back to whatever conversation the blonde males have been having, Jeanne noted the red blush on her Master's face. "Pyrrha is just a friend," Jaune said. "Sure, she is nice but come on dad. She is the Pyrrha Nikos."
"And Weiss Schnee is someone you thought you had a shot at?" Jacques replied, smiling amusingly.
In the background, Headmaster Ozpin had just refilled his cup.
"It's different, dad," Jaune defended. "Pyrrha is like this pillar that can't be reached by someone like me—"
"All you need is confidence, son."
The advice went ignored. "Most of all: she is on the cover of Pumpkin Pete cereal!"
Poor Pyrrha. That one was a surprise for Jeanne. She honestly thought that it had something to do with not favoring any one member of his team over the other and, while sad, is understandable. Knowing that it was because of that cereal made it sadder. Jeanne looked up, as if praying to the heavens. I wasn't that bad in my life, was I?
Seemingly defeated, Jacques Arc dropped his interrogation. "Well if that's going to be case I guess we can move on to other things," he said.
"Yeah," Jaune agreed too quickly. His face was still flushed with color.
"Well, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to catch up," said Ozpin, rising from his seat. Was it just Jeanne or did the man looked more refreshed after that spectacle? "Why don't you stay awhile Mr. Ar—Jacques, I forgot that there is technically two Mr. Arcs now. Anyway, I'm sure we can accommodate some more guests."
Jacques shook his head. "Me and Isabelle—" of course Jaune's mother has the same name. "—already have a place booked. Besides, we'll be seeing each other again come the tournament."
"You'll be watching the tournament, dad?" asked Jaune.
Jacques feigned offense. "Of course. What kind of father would I be if I didn't at least see my son compete? Tell you what, I'll help you and your team train for a little."
"Really?" Jaune looked really surprised. "You'll do it."
"Hey now, being a huntsman is a busy life, son. Especially if one has eight children. Nine now thanks to your friend here." He turned to face Jeanne. "You may not be pursuing my son, but from what I'm told you are an Arc. Well, a d'Arc but close enough."
Jeanne bowed. "I am honored, sir."
"None of the sir business. Call me father or dad."
"Dad it is then," Jeanne replied. Shouldn't be too hard to do that, considering…
"Now then," Jacques returned to his son. "Where is your team? I'd like to meet the people taking care of my son while he is away from home."
With that, Jaune was actually elated. More than anything, Jeanne knew how proud her Master was when it came to his team. While Jaune does not boast about his team or anything like that, he certainly would show them off if he could.
Enthusiastically, Jaune led his father to team JNPR's dorm room. There they were met with the other members of the team. It was a surprise for sure but definitely a welcome one. Pyrrha and Ren were more reserved but Nora was just as enthusiastic to meet Jaune's father as it was in reverse.
"Thank you all for taking care of my son," he said. "And thank you more for trusting in him as a leader."
"No problem." Nora saluted. "Fearless leader has never led us astray, yet."
"By the way," Ren said. "Will you be staying long Mr. Arc?"
"It's one of the reasons I went your headmaster in the first place. Isabelle and I are going to this dance of yours as Ozpin's guests."
"Wait, what?" Jaune was surprised.
"You try stopping your mother from coming here to make sure you look your best." Jacques leaned and whispered in Jaune's ear, "she brought the hair gel and everything. Sorry, son."
It didn't take long for team RWBY to be involved in it as well. It was much shorter this time though as they seemed to be heading out. But they at least spared a few minutes to meet with Jacques Arc. Considering the little admission of the son, the father was rather more observant when it came to Weiss Schnee. Only Jeanne noticed this.
"Yeah, well got to go, bye!" Ruby said all too quickly.
They're going to get in trouble again, aren't they? Jeanne's eyes narrowed. Well, at least they are doing as a team. It was better than having to act on their own. Were there two new guys with them? They brought help this time so it was fine.
The rest of that day was spent with Jaune's father. The embarrassing stories, with pictures, that came along proved to be a fun experience for team JNPR. Thankfully, there weren't too many similarities between Jeanne and Jaune. Having that many siblings was one of them. By the end of it all, Jeanne was pretty much accepted as Jaune's eight sister.
"That late, already?" Jacques stood from the bed in team JNPR's room when he checked the time; it was Jaune's bed. "Isabelle will have my head if I come back late! Bye, son. See you around the dance. Oh and lose a couple of pounds, your mom is already going through the measurements for your suit."
With that final instruction, Jacques dashed out the dorm. He wasn't that familiar with Beacon as it seems, going in the wrong direction. Meanwhile, all team members were looking at a blonde tomato.
"Your father seems nice." Pyrrha broke the silence first.
"Yeah," Jaune replied. "He gets really serious when it's huntsman business but he's like this pretty much every other time."
"Well at least one of us has a suit ready," Ren said, amusement filling his voice. "Speaking of the dance. Got any plans for that, Jaune?"
"Honestly, not so sure. I mean I was going to ask Weiss but I don't know how to go about it. Or even if I want to. When Blake kinda ran away, a lot of things went in my mind, you know?"
Jeanne had never seen anyone's eyes light up as fast as Pyrrha's when Jaune had said that. Given what she had heard earlier, Jeanne wasn't sure if Jaune was ever going to be the one to make the first move. Perhaps she could aid in a little. Nothing too hard, just simply suggest a few colors to her Master's dress shirt and tie to match Pyrrha's and it will be all good. As for Jeanne, all she needs is to do the same that she did to fit in as a student in Beacon Academy so it shouldn't be too hard.
As Jeanne dematerialized, news of team RWBY's latest adventure reached the news. I knew it, she thought. They did get into trouble again. Jeanne would hold back for now, assuming they don't put themselves in danger in any more danger after this. She'll still have a few words though, assuming professor Goodwitch didn't get to them first.
Right now, she was more focused on that upcoming dance.
AN: Alright Jeanne, just remember that it's kick-step, kick-step, body roll. It's not rocket science.