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The works of Rooster-Teeth and their characters are their own and that of the mighty Oum. The only thing I own are the one-shot ideas that popped into my head and whatever OCs I would create for them. This is a work of pure fiction made solely for fun, constructive reviews will be welcomed, flames will be ignored. Any references to characters in real-life or fiction are purely coincidental. If I could make money out of my ideas, it would be nice...
Oum Damn It!
Date Published: 4th July 2018
Updated On: 21st November 2018
Chapter Title: Preparing for the New Term
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~~ Scene 1 ~~
"KREEE!" The Centipod screeched in pain before its head got split in half right down the center and its body crashed to the ground hard. The brown-haired huntsman-in-training grunted as he pulled his sword out of the mask, grimacing at the sight of brain matter stuck to the serrated edges while some of the blood spewed out of the head and splattered his pants. The huntsman-in-training swung his sword hard to remove the flesh and blood before using a cloth to clean off the remainder, making a mental note to burn it later.
"And that is the last one!" The teen called out while wiping the brow with his sleeve, watching the corpse dispersing in a cloud of black smoke. "MAN~ these guys are hard to kill!" After making sure that there were no more Grimm around him, he quickly made his way back to the resting point where he spotted his partner coming from the other end. "Hey mate, I finished off my end, and damn these guys are damn nasty!"
"No kidding, I spent all of my ammo on the last batch, I had to go hand to hand with this group." His partner, a wolf Faunus with tribal tattoos going on one side of his face and arm, groaned as he came to his side and unceremoniously dumped himself down on the rock next to him. "Thank goodness for that off-day coming after this mission huh, Banner?"
"Yup." Banner dropped to his side while wincing from his aching muscles. "I was told this could take two days or more to complete, but I did not expect these bugs to be so tenacious in their attacks and so stubborn that it is now coming to the end of the week. It is almost like that time we took on a small horde back in Vacuo!"
"Yeah, makes you wonder how lucky those first years managed to survive, on top of that Nevermore and Death Stalker." His partner quipped as he removed his gauntlets to inspect the damage.
"You know there was Pyrrha Nikos on that group, followed by Weiss Schnee?" Banner said as he turned to see the other teams coming into view, each of them stumbling in exhaustion while covered in sweat and blood and one in particular looked ready to go to his grave without much help. "Either one of them could have dealt with those creatures on their own."
"Yeah well, those two are exceptions." The wolf Faunus snorted. "But you recall seeing that footage of that first year who blasted the Death Stalker to kingdom come? According to the professors, he was also the guy who found the weak-spots of this particular Grimm we are facing."
"Seriously, the guy who looks like a noodle that could get knocked down by a gust of wind?" Banner shook his head in disbelief. "Really Logan, these kids are getting weirder by the years. From what I heard, we also have a fifteen year old joining?"
"Yup." The Faunus nodded. "They are just getting weirder and younger by the year. Next thing you know, we will be ushering in twelve year olds or even ten year olds in the next few years."
"I hope not, the world is already messed up as it is what with the robberies, White Fang attacks (sorry about that, Logan) and all the weird Grimm sightings popping up everywhere." Banner stretched his arms and yawned loudly. "Well, for now we can kick back and relax."
"Yeah." Logan cracked his neck while looking at the teams coming in before pausing. "Well, there may be one other good point to handling this mission." Banner looked to the Faunus with a raised eyebrow, to which the guy motioned with his head and a smirk. Banner turned to find one of the few all female teams coming nearer and looking like they had a tangle with a cloth shredder with all of their armors gone and their clothing in tatters. He recalled them being a group of females from the third-year most known to dress most conservatively in a school where other females were known to dress quite fashionably and daringly. (Banner had once questioned whether the academy was really for training Huntsmen or for becoming super-models.)
But for this mission, it would seem that they were not prepared for the razor sharp mandibles or legs that could cut through their clothing, nor were they prepared for the acid that could eat through their armor. Thus, they have lost quite a fair bit of their armor and clothing, showing off more skin than they would normally be comfortable with and giving the males a chance to see their figures, much to the females' embarrassment as they walked to their resting spot amid the wolf-whistling and cat-calling.
'Huh, fancy that. The girl who is supposedly the youngest actually has the biggest bust of the lot. How and where did she hide those knockers?!'
"Enjoying the view, mate?" Logan interrupted his inner monologue with a knowing smirk.
"Okay, I will admit, that is a good sight to enjoy at the end of a mission." Banner shrugged with a smile. "It certainly takes the stress away from the mission."
"Well, least you guys are enjoying yourselves with the view after the mission." They turned to find the third member of their team coming over with a grumble. "I had to have Coco Adel on my detail when her shirt got the acid spit."
"Why are you complaining about that?" The two of them looked at their friend with raised eyebrows. "She is one of the hottest gals among the second year in Beacon. She has been modeling for that fashion show, and you know how much one photo of her in those custom suits go for, let alone that one time she modeled in that black bikini. If you are telling me she lost some of her clothing, you should be getting quite the eyeful."
And they should know that fact very well; when Coco Adel debuted in that bikini at the beach, plenty of orders for the magazine were made, only to be banned by Glynda Goodwitch when she found many of the male students in rather compromising situations with the particular magazine open. She even went to the campus furnace to burn them all with extreme prejudice, much to the sorrows of the males who mourned the destruction like they lost a dear friend.
Shame for them, those were very good shots of her in rather nice positions.
"You also remember how particular she is about her clothes and fashion and if they have even one thread out of line." The blond-haired teammate groaned as he dumped himself unceremoniously on the ground next to him. "Just a tear on her favorite scarf and she would tear a pack of Beowolves to shreds. So imagine parts of her clothing getting cut apart or burned away by acid?"
The other two paused to think for a moment before shuddering at the image of a gun-crazy Coco Adel letting loose her Gatling Gun while laughing like a mad woman. Suddenly they did not fault their friend of his situation. Coco Adel had the reputation of a woman who would go berserk at a few things, such as friends getting hurt, and her fashionable clothes getting destroyed. The last time that happened, she nearly took out her support team as she annihilated a level 2 Grimm Horde, thus getting a huge reprimanding and a month's worth of detentions by Glynda Goodwitch.
"Okay, I get that." Logan gave him a sympathetic look.
"All right chaps, we are finally done with the extermination!" The booming voice of Peter Port drew everyone's attention to the portly man as he jovially made his way to the students with a skip in his steps, no doubt having enjoyed the thrill of fighting the Grimm and possibly thinking of adding them to his arsenal of long-winded story lecturing. "We will be taking a short break before we assist my dear friend in checking out the crypts. If all goes well, we should be back in Beacon in time for dinner!"
"Good, I am missing some decent grub in my stomach." Banner said as the others around him agreed wholeheartedly. Battle rations were good for the odd day of outfield, but it does lower the moral on a longer basis due to the flat flavors.
"Come on now, people! We have thinned out the Grimm, so we can now enter these ruins without any issues!" Oobleck appeared with his usual speed and with a notable cheer in his voice. "Let us now explore the catacombs and see if we can find anything to bring back for studies! If we are lucky, we can even get some artifacts for the local museum!"
"Did someone mix espresso with the Vacuo Beans in his thermos again?" Banner asked while watching the man talk at fifty miles per hour.
"I hope not, the last time someone did that, it was a disaster." Logan shuddered at the memory. The others around him also nodded with haunted expressions. That was perhaps the one time that Ozpin himself was fearful of his fellow caffeine drinker, after he had brought about enough destruction to warrant a complete makeover of the East Wing and at least the partial removal of the South Wing due to it being structurally unsound. It was also the one time that the entire cohort consisting of third and fourth years got figuratively massacred by the crazed man. The groups had to be hospitalized for a few weeks before they could move again, and all were wary of the professor ever since. One thing was clear.
Never attempt to tamper with the professor's coffee, either for a dare or a prank.
"Right, let's get this over with." Banner got up and brushed his clothes of dust, before making his way to the area where rations were being handed out. "The sooner we finish the tasks, the faster we get to our beds."
"Agreed."
~~ Scene 2 ~~
In a way, Jaune felt that he and Pyrrha deserved some praises, if only because of their little discovery of the foreign Grimm species and the catacomb, they got a reward in the form of lazing around of sorts.
The whole of the first year batch got a few days off to relax and stockpile on whatever reading materials or equipment needed for the future, as evidently shown by a few who went immediately after the initiation to get some items they either could not get in the beginning or used up during the Initiation and were now rushing to buy them. To be fair, there were others who were still recovering from their little bouts of Grimm fighting from the initiation and so this was also meant for them to get better. A majority of them were back on their feet the next day while some of the more seriously injured took another two days. But an update from Ozpin himself told him that the mission to clean up the forest of those Centipods was getting a lot trickier for them to finish within two days, thus everyone got reduced lessons for a few more days, but were filled up with Professor Goodwitch's lectures on certain topics normally done by the others, or other professors who took the opportunity to impart on them certain topics normally avoided.
On his part, Jaune was safe since his uncle had seen it fit to get whatever supplies needed for the first couple of months and his grandfather gave him some items to help with maintenance for Crocea Mors on the unlikely event that it needed repairs. And thus, with the time given to him, on the rare occasion that he would not use the free time given to him for reading comics or relaxing, Jaune decided to do something that should have been done from the start.
Examining the new weapon he had obtained from the catacomb.
Jaune had woken up early to get a head-start at the breakfast choices. He left a note for his team (he still could not believe he was leading one) before going to the locker to retrieve his arms and supplies required to clean both of his weapons. It took a while as he had to take a detour away from one Cardin Winchester who was in the area tormenting other first years. He did not need that in the early morning. Once he got to one of the smaller shacks, it was simply a matter of going to one of the spare rooms near his team and begin his weapon maintenance.
Crocea Mors did not need much to work on, just a bit of cleaning agent to remove the more stubborn stains and marks, a quick oiling to keep the joints and mechanisms going and a whetstone to keep the edge sharp. Crimson Blitz needed more attention due to the passage of time; despite of its apparent sharpness and sturdiness, there was a fair amount of rust that had accumulated along the blade, reducing its effectiveness quite a fair bit. The handle needed its wrapping replaced, and the overall body needed a good scrubbing and oiling. All of that was just the outside, he was not sure about the supposed mechanisms inside the weapon since it did change portions of its form during the fight.
'This is going to take me a while, thank goodness we have the morning off.'
"Hey, Jaune!"
"WAH!" Jaune jumped while nearly cutting his table with the weapon. Breathing heavily he turned to find Ruby with a sheepish smile and an expression crossed between surprise and slight glee.
"Did you just scream like a little girl?" Ruby asked with raised eyebrows and with a hint of glee in her words.
"No! That was a… manly scream. Yeah!" Jaune cursed inwardly at his pathetic attempt to sound more confident. Thankfully Ruby did not pay much attention to it as she turned to look at the sword.
"Oh~ you are doing maintenance on this fellow!" Ruby came forward and gazed at it with wide eyes. "You are definitely going to need a lot of work for this weapon, it is really clogged up!"
"I know, and I am not sure how will I be able to get it all off." Jaune agreed before pausing. "Say Ruby, you built Crescent Rose all by yourself, right?"
"Yup, I built my baby from scratch, with all the quality parts I can get my hands on!" Ruby placed her hands on her hips and gave off a expression of pride that was a little hilarious with her cute posturing. "My baby can take on anything~"
"Yeah, so that means you know something about weapon maintenance?" Jaune lifted Crimson Blitz in one hand and the cleaning oil in the other. "I can only deal with partial rust, and I am not sure about the mechanisms since Crocea Mors is a classic. Maybe you can give me a few tips?"
"Oh~ I get to see how Crimson Blitz innards look like!" Ruby squealed as she brought her hands together and hopped on the spot. "Okay then, let's go to the forge right now!" Before Jaune could speak, Ruby used her semblance to pick up all of his equipment before grabbing his collar and pulling him out of the room and onward to the forge.
"Ruby~ Slow down!" Jaune yelled as he watched the world blurred around him to the point he started to get nauseous, but thankfully Ruby reached their destination and stopped near the door. But unfortunately the momentum was still enough to send him face first against the door, lightly bruising his face.
"Oops~ sorry Jaune!" Ruby panicked as she pulled him back, leaving behind a small imprint of his face scrunched up in pain on the door's surface. Ruby took one look at it before pressing a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"Haha~ laugh it up girl." Jaune snorted as he winced from the pain, internally grateful to Pyrrha for unlocking his aura.
"Sorry, I just thought it resembles some of those cartoons Yang and I watched when we were younger." Ruby controlled her laughter with a visible amount of effort. Jaune merely shook his head and looked up to see the building they had arrived at. The only indicator that this was the academy's forge was an old bronze plague that had its lettering faded out and the coloring have turned to a sickly green.
"This is the forge?" Jaune could not help the skeptical tone in his words as he looked to the door that looked ready to drop down if not having his face introduced to it so intimately showed that it was sturdier than it looked.
"Yeah, it is." Ruby gave a nod. "Sure it looks worn down, but wait till you see the wonders that are inside!" With that, she pushed open the door, releasing the hot air that was trapped inside and making Jaune flinch and taking a step back from the heat. "Come on, this way!"
Taking a moment to re-orientate himself, Jaune walked through the door and found himself staring at what could be the biggest set of iron furnaces one would ever lay their eyes on. The three black furnaces were easily as big as the academy protective walls, second only in size to the clock tower of the academy. They were situated by the sides of the forge building around them, their huge piping extending high to the ceiling that boosted of a huge glass roof to provide natural lighting in the day.
"Over here!" He turned to find Ruby eagerly waving at him by a table she grabbed. He walked to her and deposited the bag of items onto the table with a loud clang.
"Right then, let's get started!" Much to Jaune's amusement, Ruby set about taking all of his repair items from the bag and placing it at one end of the table, then grabbing some of the other tools located at the wall before reaching for the sword to be repaired. But that stopped her as she pulled back her hand with a yelp. "OW!"
"Ruby?!" Jaune came to her side as she lifted a hand with a bleeding finger.
"I am fine, the sword just cut me." She started sucking the finger while looking at the sword with a cute glare. "I don't get it. I have been handling different weapons all my life, yet Crimson Blitz does not let me touch him at all! Why am I hated so much?!"
"I am sure it is not like that." Jaune patted her head gently, thinking how much she resembled one of his younger sisters when they were angry at something that was out of their control. "Maybe the blade is sharper than you think?"
"That much I get, but I was aiming for the handle! You can touch it okay!" Ruby replied while pouting at him. Jaune could shrug and shake his head before reaching out to grab the weapon and lifting it to his eye level, silently chuckling at the cute expression Ruby was using seeing that he could touch the weapon without getting hurt.
"Hey there Crimson Blitz. Don't suppose you can ease off a little, Ruby is a friend and she has handled weapons before. Maybe you can let her handle you for a while, she wants to help me with your maintenance to make you looking good again." Jaune said it in a joking manner, but those words seemed to have triggered something as the weapon lightly glowed and the sounds of some internal mechanism moving about emitted from it before the blade portion seemed to fold into the fuller as the handle separated from the guard, leaving it open for him to remove.
"Okay… that was weird?" Jaune blinked as he looked at the weapon before slowly placing it back on the table and stared at it like it was a ticking time bomb. Ruby timidly extended a finger to touch the weapon before pulling it back quickly like she got scalded. When nothing happened she extended her hand to grip the handle before attempting to separate the parts. Much to their surprise, she was not hurt this time, making her pause for a moment before she squealed and started to take apart the weapon quickly and laying it out in neat rows. Before Jaune could comment, Ruby finished taking Crimson Blitz apart and turned to him with wide eyes.
"How did you do it? Are you some weapon whisperer? Do you think you can talk to Crescent Rose for me?!" Ruby started to rattle off questions as she got closer in her excitement, forcing Jaune to lean back with his arms raised.
"Erm, Ruby. Please slow down!" Jaune called out to her while placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Sorry~" Ruby scratched her head as she got back to her old position. "But how did you do that?"
"I have no idea, I was actually joking about it." Jaune looked at the disassembled weapon with a raised eyebrow. "Ever since I got this guy, it has been an odd experience to say the least. It is like I know it from somewhere else before."
"Maybe you have seen something similar before coming to Beacon?" Ruby asked while looking at the handle with a cursory eye before placing it back on the table.
"Perhaps." Jaune shrugged in reply. "So how is the damage?"
"Not much surprisingly." Ruby commented as she looked at the parts with a critical eye. "It is more dirt and clogged up oil sediments that is interfering with the inner mechanisms, and the blade portion itself is in pretty good condition, although we are going to need some heavy duty rust remover with a whetstone to keep the edge, and some type of agent to get the metal gears working properly. Not to mention something to help with the density of the metal itself. It is strong but it seems to be barely hanging on."
"Would this do?" Jaune held up a clear bottle containing oil with a gold hue that his grandfather packed into his bag. "This was meant for Crocea Mors due to the unique metal composition."
"No way~" Ruby grabbed the bottle and looked at the contents like it was treasure. "This is a Grade 5 Oil Regent! Where on Remnant did you get this?!"
"Er, I got it from my Grandpa who owns a small business that refines, manufactures and sells these." Jaune scratched his head with a raised eyebrow. "I believe he has a branch in Vale as well."
"Wait, he owns Sanitori-Gear Corporation!" Ruby snapped her head at Jaune with wide eyes that seemed to be gleaming brightly. "They make some of the best mechanic-grade oils and materials for weapons, they get a double gold-standard for the most-lasting rust resistant materials around!"
"Well then, I believe my Grandpa will be very happy to hear that." Jaune smiled at the thought of his grandfather's face the next time he would write to him. "Sounds like you used a fair amount of their items."
"Oh yes, I especially am grateful for the special axles they have, it helped my baby a lot!" Ruby spoke while cradling her weapon like one would to a teddy bear. It was half-adorable and half-creepy to Jaune.
"So where do we start?" That question released the tsunami of information from the dam that was Ruby Rose as she proceeded to unload all the knowledge she could give in one possible breath. Jaune felt like his brain was getting cooked from the information Ruby was trying to bestow on him.
While this was going on, a certain red-haired spartan chanced upon them and stuck around the corner to watch their interactions. Pyrrha could not help but chuckle at the manner Jaune was trying to absorb all the information that Ruby was spouting non-stop, while inwardly thinking that her luck was finally turning around. She never had anyone looking to her past the persona of the 'Invincible Girl', yet Jaune was the first, followed by the others. Pyrrha was still weary of the Schnee Heiress considering her haughty attitude towards others, not to mention her rather pointed remarks about her wanting to be with Pyrrha as her partner instead of their respective counterparts. And she was a little unsure of the dark-haired Blake who kept quiet most of the time, but she actually got along well with the others.
It was a very interesting few days for her to try and understand her leader. He was rather unassuming and quite honestly a bit of a noodle, but he actually had quite a head for ideas, and certainly a very interesting family. Pyrrha had to suppress a snort at the memory of Nora's reaction when he told them about his numerous siblings, in front of an embarrassed Ren who tried to curtail her words.
'Either your father has a secret mistress you do not know of, or your mum is a superwoman to pump out that many kids!'
Pyrrha had to agree with that internally, and she also gave her silent acknowledgment to the woman in question. No doubt she would be quite the inspiration for other girls.
In any case, she got a chance to some training with Jaune where she got the chance to confirm her thoughts. Jaune got some basics with his weapons, but seemed to be lacking the major portions that he needed to handle other fighters, let alone the Grimm. Thankfully she held the exact type of weaponry and went about helping him.
She was not, as insisted by Nora and Yang, using this as an opportunity to get closer to Jaune. She was just helping out a friend who was her leader and teammate, that was all.
Really.
That said, there was something odd about his training style regarding Crocea Mors and Crimson Blitz that had her frowning.
If Jaune was using just his shield component of Crocea Mors, he was practically made to be a Tank; able to hang on for long periods of assault without much wearing out, and that was without Aura to begin with. Pyrrha let out an unconscious shudder at the thought of having to face Jaune with all of that defensive strength; she was a champion all-rounder with a semblance that could be considered a cheat, but she would be the first to admit that she had issues in the past with fighters who focused on defense, and their defensive strategies were considered more developed but less powerful than Jaune's. The young blond on the other hand was equipped simply with a shield that might as well be made of some adamantium-diamond alloy since she could not even put a damn scratch on it! Not to mention his rather simplistic manner of using his shield to bash seemed to work particularly well if he used it together with a tackle.
When it came to using the sword portion, that was when his skills dipped harshly. He had the basics down fine, but he certainly has issues facing others who were faster, stronger or at least have better techniques than him. He could keep up with her if she held back, but once she disarmed him he would be nothing more than a civilian unless he has his shield.
Then if Jaune was using Crimson Blitz as his primary weapon...
Pyrrha involuntarily shuddered again as she considered that weapon. She did not think too much about it during and after the initiation, but there was something odd about that weapon that gave her chills down her spine. It was not obvious, but the weapon seemed to be in tune with Jaune for lack of better words, and certainly Jaune had an odd affinity with it, able to utilize it quite well if not a bit stiffly. But when she faced him using that weapon, she could not help but see an odd shadowy figure that seemed to be beside him at times, with glowing eyes staring right at her.
Maybe she was getting tired at those times, but she also noted how Blake seemed to tense up whenever Jaune equipped himself with the red blade for training, not to mention the oddity of others getting mysterious cuts each time they tried to lay their hands on it. Ruby got small paper cuts alongside Nora and Yang, while Weiss and Blake got bigger cuts when they tried. Ren and herself were oddly exempted from them, while on the other end of the scale, there were some who got relatively deep cuts to warrant the usage of bandages. Privately she noted that those who got the deep cuts were those who tried to pick on him, Ruby or the others, such as one Cardin Winchester who made a huge scene when he tried to pick on Jaune and grab his weapon, only to yell out in pain and pulled back his arm that had a deep gash on his palm. Glynda Goodwitch who was in the area merely assigned Cardin detention while checking his wound before warning Jaune to get a sheath for the weapon.
If she did not know it any better, Pyrrha would swear the weapon was sentient...
"Hey P-money~" Her thoughts were broken when an arm wrapped around her shoulder and she found herself facing the cheeky expression of one Yang Xiao Long. "Fancy meeting you here!"
"Good morning, Yang. It is nice to meet you too." Pyrrha greeted her only to get a groan from the blonde. "What?"
"Seriously girl, you should learn to relax a little." Yang answered while waving a hand. "You don't need to be too polite in your greeting."
"Uh..."
"Take it slow dear, we can help you." Yang said with an expression that could be considered serious if not for the mischievous glint in her eyes that made Pyrrha worried for her own safety and sanity. A few days of getting to know her told her that she was a highly independent lady who was apparently an 'adrenaline junkie' and a person who loved to play pranks on others, so she had every right to fear Yang's proposal.
Thankfully for Pyrrha, Yang turned her head to look at Ruby and Jaune. "Oh dear, looks like Jaune has asked 'that' type of question to Ruby." Yang chuckled at the sight of Jaune trying to keep up with Ruby as the little red riding hood used her semblance to grab either a tool or a component to fix the new blade that Jaune obtained.
"'That' type of question?" Pyrrha tilted her head.
"Anything that pertains to Ruby's knowledge of weapons." Yang replied with a shrug. "She is very passionate."
"Ah that I can get." Pyrrha said that while remembering the other time Ruby fawn over Milo and Akouos, making Pryyha a little uncomfortable to be honest. There had to be a limit to how much a person loves weaponry.
"So, were you spying on them?" Yang looked to Pyrrha with a teasing smile. Thankfully Pyrrha had a counter for that.
"Oh no, I was actually going to find Jaune to tell him that the professors were returning from the hunt and the excavation, Professor Goodwitch was sending out alerts to everyone that they had to make sure they have their equipment ready because she was planning to start the actual combat training." Pyrrha answered while using her professional training to maintain her facial expression.
"Ugh! No more free time..." Yang seemed to deflate from that news before getting right back up. "Oh well, fun while it lasted. So anything you can tell me about Lover Boy there?"
"What do you mean?" Pyrrha raised an eyebrow at her question and the nickname given to Jaune.
"My team and I only know a bit about him which is not much, and I figured you know more since you are his partner."
"Well..." Pyrrha squirmed underneath the arm wrapped around her, wondering what to tell Yang without breaking Jaune's trust. "Jaune comes from a small town around the outskirts of Vale, and it has natural defenses that helped to protect it from Grimm so they only get the occasional Beowolf, Boartusk and Ursa. He is the only son of the family."
"Oh so Jaune has sisters?" Yang perked at the thought that Jaune was a fellow older sibling to take care of his family. "How many?" Pyrrha smiled knowing the likely reaction she would get.
"Seven sisters."
"SAY WHAT?!" Yang yelled out in surprise much to Pyrrha's ringing ears before the both turned to the person in question who apparently got the same reaction from Ruby now looking at him with a wide mouth. Looking around, Pyrrha noted with embarrassment at the few who were in the building looking at them wondering about the outburst.
"Seven sisters?! How on Remnant did you survive that, I can barely handle one Yang!" Ruby gasped at the bit of knowledge Jaune apparently bestowed on her.
"Hey what is that supposed to mean?!" Yang released her hold on Pyrrha and made her way to Ruby with a mischievous glint in her eye. Pyrrha mentally let out a sigh of relief before making her way to Jaune as she watched Yang tackled Ruby to the ground and everyone in the area started cheering at them rolling around the area. The red-haired girl turned to Jaune and smiled while greeting him, privately enjoying the moment with him.
Now if only she could deal with the shadowy figure that was hovering near his shoulder with glowing eyes...
~~ Scene 3 ~~
Ozpin let out a hum as he read the report written by Oobleck and Port who returned only an hour ago from their mission. Oobleck was practically giddy with excitement at the possibility of new knowledge while Port was looking ready to unleash his new-found discovery of the Centipods with a new long-winded tale.
Ozpin was a little disturbed at the descriptions regarding the Centipod nest they found at the ruins. There were a lot more eggs than anticipated and Port reckoned there may actually be more elsewhere in Vale, not just in the forest. This was a worrisome thought as these creatures were known to tunnel through solid earth and concrete undetected, and based on both his and Jaune's descriptions, it would appear they had many years to grow to a staggering size. He would need to keep his ears out for any disappearances or attacks, for these were the types that could be stealthy if they wanted.
On another note, there was something in Oobleck's portion that tickled Ozpin's curiosity. His assigned teams had found the ruins and the skeletons that laid in it. There was a comment by the doctor that the weapons found were unusually preserved well despite the passage of time, and that they resisted the attempts by the students to remove them from the area. One student known for his enhancement Semblance actually broke his aura and in turn torn his muscles trying to lift a war hammer that was half-buried in the rock. Oobleck thought of returning to get more equipment and other historians to aid with the removal and possibly understand why this was the case.
For Ozpin though, he had a possible answer based on one new student who had obtained one such weapon.
'It would seem that the other weapons could only be removed by a select few.' The headmaster took a sip from his mug, allowing the caffeine to flow through his veins to stimulate his mind. He had his suspicions, especially when he remembered Pyrrha Nikos's testimony about their journey through the ruins. Her mentioning of them paying their respects to the fallen warriors had confirmed some of his thoughts especially when he saw Jaune handling Crimson Blitz. With the use of his cameras, he watched Jaune used the weapon in question during the initiation and in the training rooms, noting his fighting patterns and he came to his conclusion.
Jaune was chosen to wield the weapon, but not without some 'help' from a fallen fighter who acknowledged his respect to them.
If that were the case, Jaune may be the only one to remove the others from the ruins, with likely additions coming along, but if it was so, would he be in danger of losing something as a price?
Would Ozpin be able to look past the possibility of having a person lose their soul in exchange for a possible weapon to go against the Queen?
Ozpin took another sip as he placed the report on his desk and looked to the broken moon outside of his window.
Decisions, decisions, decisions.
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Hello again! (Pyrrha behind me with a halo waving her hand with a smile)
Apologies for the long wait, I have been having some writer's block and some home issues to deal with. But I got this out and have written some ideas for the Melting Pots, so you can expect them in the coming future.
This chapter is a bit short, but I am trying to ease into this slowly and not make Jaune the next Saitama or god. As much as I enjoy some of the stories depicting him in that manner, I will try to avoid that in this story.
Hope you enjoy this. Please review and if you like the story, I hope to see you in the future.
And I put my pen down for now.
Is anyone else having trouble with the site lately? I can't seem to upload without it creating glitches on me.
