Been stuck helping my parents put up Christmas decorations at theirs. I really hate it. Not Christmas – I love the get-togethers, the parties, the holiday season, gifts, etc. I just hate the decorating. I feel like it's so much effort and to me at least it doesn't make me any cheerier to see it all. Took a damn hour to get the lights on tree "just right" and working, then they switch them on with a loud "TADAH!" and it's just blinking lights. Like, wooo. Yay. Blinking lights. Zzz…

I do a tree at mine and that's it. A nice tree, some floral Christmas-scented reed diffusers to make the place smell great, and that's all. My parents go insane. You can't visit and close a door without loads of noise-activated santa and reindeer toys horrifically garbling out "Jingle bells" like it's Five Nights at Freddies.


Cover Art: Curbizzle

Chapter 4


It was a weekend and so the Club was booming merrily away by the time they arrived. Two teams, eight members, and then three extra copies of Jaune – Knight, Leviathan and Hunter.

"I can't believe Fate ditched us," Weiss hissed. "That lout doesn't take anything seriously. I swear, he's the worst iteration of Jaune I've ever seen. I feel sorry for you having to put up with him, Pyrrha."

"Yeah." Pyrrha – ever polite Pyrrha – didn't even try and defend him. "He's not exactly easy to deal with. He hates Jaune as well. I'm not sure why. You three don't hate him, do you?"

"We are him." Knight said. "And no, I do not. I will judge this world's version of myself by his actions."

"I don't really care either way." Hunter said and tugged his hood up. He glowered at the crowds and queues outside the club and shied away from them. "It's too loud here. How can you hear yourself think?"

"It's only going to get worse inside." Yang said.

"Joy." Hunter touched Ren's arm and said, "Maybe we should wait outside."

"Are you that afraid of a little loud noise?"

Hunter didn't grant Yang an answer. He focused on his anchor. "I'm not trained for the kind of fighting that happens indoors and someone ought to make sure you're not encircled. If things go poorly, Ren can inform the headmaster and have reinforcements sent."

Ren met his Jaune's gaze and slowly nodded. "He makes a good point," he told the others. "Do we really need eleven people in there to talk to one version of Jaune?"

"Depending on his strength, we might." Weiss said.

"Knight will be enough!" Ruby chirped. "He's super strong."

The man, who was drawing more than a few odd looks for both his armour and the words floating above his head, chuckled and rubbed Ruby's hair. "I will endeavour to meet your lofty expectations. I concur, however. Leviathan and I should be enough, and you are all capable combatants yourselves."

Hunter and Ren took the cue and moved a distance away. Leviathan looked like he wanted to join then but squared his shoulders and jammed his hands into his jeans. He'd been the most vocal against all this, but unlike Fate he hadn't been prepared to leave his anchor to go alone. Yang had played with that to drag him along.

"So," Pyrrha said, "What do you know of this place, Yang?"

"It's a nightclub for the most part but it's also the front for a pretty big gang."

"Does that mean the me in there is a criminal?" Jaune wondered.

"You know, it might…" Yang cocked her head at that and then continued. "Anyway, they're not dangerous to huntsmen. I kicked the crap out of their best fighters and the boss on my own, so we shouldn't have too much trouble. Just let me do the talking, yeah? I know my way around this."

"I am filled with faith…" Blake mumbled.

Yang flashed her partner a wink and sauntered up to a pair of bouncers. They wore black suits, red shirts and, of all things, red shades, even so late in the evening. They didn't see the group coming until the last second, and then they stiffened.

"Hello boys! Why don't you tell Junior that `Miss Blonde Kickass` is back and wants to have a word with him."

"Y-You…" the one on the left stammered. "A-Are you here to ruin this place again? I was out of work for weeks because of you!"

"Hey. I just wanted a little information. Junior shouldn't have tried to kiss me."

"You told him to!"

"Yang…" Ruby said unhappily. Yang, sensing several disapproving gazes on her, stammered and tried to regain control of the situation. The other bouncer beat her to it, laying a hand over his fellow's chest.

"The boss is willing to talk to you inside."

"Huh. That was quick…"

"He predicted your arrival. I'm to lead you in."

"T-Tony…"

"It's fine, Philip. Man the doors. I'm sure that all they want is to have a peaceful meeting without causing trouble. Isn't that right?"

"If you don't cause trouble for us first, then yes." Weiss said.

"Good. Keep your pet psychopath on a leash then."

Yang bristled. "Who you calling a psychopath?"

"I didn't name anyone." The man smiled cattishly, and Yang swore under her breath. "But if you're so quick to believe I meant you, perhaps the label fits. You did put thirty people in the hospital. And for what? Because Junior didn't have the information you wanted and you lost your temper?"

"Yang," Blake whispered. "What did you do?"

"H-Hey. It wasn't all like that. They threw the first hit."

"Was that before or after you grabbed Hei Xiong by the balls?"

"YANG!" Ruby yelled.

"Enough." Leviathan snapped. He stepped forward and yanked Yang away, taking her place while she flailed her arms and had to be caught by Blake. He squared up to the man and gazed into his eyes, and even though he lacked aura, training or any real combat skill, the bouncer saw something that frightened him. He looked away, his face pale. "You said your boss is waiting for us, so take us to him. Now."

"Y-Yes." Tony swallowed and pressed a hand to the door to open it. "Please, follow me. A meeting room has been set up away from the guests. Nothing we do tonight should inconvenience them."

The party followed him inside.

/-/

Ren sat on a park bench within sight of the club. It wasn't peaceful by any means, but it was quieter, and he appreciated that just as much as his summoned Jaune seemed to. The Jaune – Hunter by title – sat on the wooden bench beside him, his green raincoat padded up tight and his hood drawn to conceal his dirty blond hair and sharp blue eyes.

They hadn't spoken since their decision to part from the others. In truth, they hadn't spoken much at all. Nora, Pyrrha and Jaune were always so chatty that he often times let them do the talking for the team, and since this whole debacle started they'd been in and out of meetings with Ozpin, then spending the rest of their free time with Team RWBY. Neither gave him much reason to start a conversation.

He was beginning to feel that was an error on his part.

What to say, though? Being a conversationalist had never been necessary with Nora. He also didn't know Hunter, despite that Hunter claimed to have known, or met, him.

"What do you think of this?" Ren eventually asked.

"This as in right now or the situation as a whole?"

Hunter was straight to the point. Ren breathed a sigh of relief. He appreciated Jaune like a brother, but sometimes it was hard to keep up with his stumbling and erratic conversation. This version was markedly different and reminded Ren of himself in some ways.

"The latter. This… challenge…"

"This game you mean. These so-called gods must see it that way. It's pointless." Hunter sighed. "Utterly pointless. Also unbalanced as Fate says. I couldn't kill Knight no matter how hard I tried."

"Do you plan to try?"

Hunter snorted. "No. I told you before, I'm a hunter. I respect life. I'll only kill to feed or keep people warm, and only as much as I need. A hunter who kills for sport or pleasure is nothing more than a killer of innocent animals. You might as well kick puppies for fun. A hunter should never hunt people."

"Not even for a wish?"

"I don't care for it."

"You have nothing you'd wish for?"

"There are things. Of course there are. But those are things I can achieve on my own when I get back." He turned his head slightly to regard Ren with a scowl. "Once I drag your sorry ass out the wildlands and back to your whinging teammates."

Ren was beginning to believe this relationship with Hunter in the other world was not as friendly a one as between Knight and Ruby. Given Hunter's personality and stated disdain for huntsmen, it wasn't hard to believe that.

"The others will fight for it." Hunter said. "They need the wish."

"Leviathan?"

"Hm." He nodded. "That one is desperate. Angry. Confident…"

"You say the last like it's an issue."

"It is. He acts like he deserves the wish, like he has a chance of winning it – and that's with Knight standing right next to him."

"Knight promised to give up his wish."

"Even so, there are other Jaunes here. Others with more experience and more combat ability. His control over water is cute, but it shouldn't match up to someone who has over a thousand years of experience as a huntsman. Even if he doesn't keep any physical training."

"You think Fate can take Leviathan?"

"I think Fate is concerned about Leviathan. I think Fate was quick to assure Leviathan he wouldn't be taking part in this deathmatch and remove himself as competition." His eyes narrowed. "I think Fate feels there is good reason to fear Leviathan, and that it's not because he controls a little water."

"You're reading a lot into what Fate does and doesn't do. Maybe he's just as lazy and done with this as he says. Maybe he doesn't want anything to do with this."

Hunter scoffed. "You're as blind here as you are in my world. A herd of Grimm could pass you by, and you wouldn't even notice."

Ren frowned. "I don't understand."

"Of that I'm well aware."

And now he was starting to sound just as frustrating s Fate. "Why don't you explain it to me?"

"I'm not your father or your teacher. Besides, you're a huntsman and I'm just a backwards yokel. What could I possibly teach someone as perfect as you?"

"I don't think of myself as perfect."

"You don't think of yourself as mistaken either." Hunter pulled his attention away and back to the club. "All I'll say is that there is one Jaune I fear more than any other at this time. And it isn't Leviathan…"

/-/

"Am I interrupting something?"

Jaune `Fate` Arc sat back on Miss Nikos' bed with the most unimpressed expression Ozpin had ever seen, especially on the face of a man who was completely naked with a panicky young woman on all fours on the bed about to perform what Glynda would have politely called an `oral exam` on him.

"I don't know." the naked young man said. "Are you?"

"H-Headmaster, sir!" the poor girl squeaked and sat up. Fortunately, she was still mostly clothed. Unfortunately, that didn't do much for her embarrassment. "I-I was… I was… um… This isn't…"

"I was hoping to have a word with this young man here, Miss Browne. I hope that isn't a problem."

Miss Browne, a third year student of no small ability, picked up her jacket, shoes and bag and sprinted past Ozpin and out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. He'd never seen someone look so red, nor run barefoot so quickly.

"I hope you realise you owe me head now." Fate said.

"Excuse me…?"

"I said…" Fate reconsidered, sighed and threw himself back. "Never mind. The thought of that from you is just horrifying enough to kill my boner."

Apparently, it wasn't, as Mr Fate was still full mast and very naked. "Can you cover yourself?"

"It's my room."

"Technically, this is Team JNPR's room and Miss Nikos' bed. I very much doubt she'd be happy knowing what almost happened on it."

"No, she won't, which is why it'd be a dick move for you to tell her."

Ozpin sighed and stooped to pick up the man's white coat. He tossed it limply over Fate's lower body to cover him, then walked over to take a seat on Lie Ren's bed. "I was hoping we could talk, you and I. One immortal to another."

"Really? Because I was hoping I'd be doing something else with someone else right now. Funny how that went."

"I am no stranger to seeking comfort in the warmth of another."

"Man, I really hope that isn't a proposition…"

"It is not. What I am saying is that I too have felt what you feel-"

Fate rocked up into a seated position. His eyes were hardened chips of ice. "You know nothing of what I feel, old man."

"Don't I? The constant loss, the grief, the empty promises and rewards. I know what it is like to watch those I love fade into nothingness, to know that everyone I meet will one day fade from all memory. It makes you feel inhuman. Alone."

"I am alone!" Fate spat at him. Ozpin leaned back. "You think you're alone? At least the people you form bonds with remember you! No one remembers me when I go back. Do you know what it's like to love someone, to love them so wholly and deeply, then have all of that erased? Of course you don't! You get to keep moving forward. I don't."

"I can imagine that must be painful-"

Fate laughed. "You can't imagine shit, old man. Do you really think I don't see what you're doing?"

"Given your advanced age, mental if nothing else, I am sure you do."

There was no hiding it. Fate was jaded and cynical and paranoid, and he was right to be because Ozpin did want to push him to fight. They both knew it and to pretend otherwise would be a waste of time. There was no telling who Salem had or how strong they would be. Given the distance and travel time, they might be here within days. If his side did not have cohesion then they would be picked apart.

"The Gods are cruel, Fate, but they do not lie. If they have promised a wish then they will grant it to the victor. Miss Nikos is a very capable woman as you well know. She will not fall easily-"

"Pyrrha is the first to die every time."

Ozpin's teeth clicked shut. That, he had not expected.

"Tell me, Ozpin, with all this danger and risk here now, how soon are you thinking of pushing the maiden's powers on her? Amber is still alive right now. Are you planning to kill her and transfer the power onto Pyrrha like you usually do?"

It was an unpleasant if expected surprise that he knew. If Fate knew the future, however, then Ozpin wasn't above changing his mind. "Who would you suggest?"

"It doesn't matter. I've manipulated you into trying it on almost everyone."

"Really? You've manipulated me…?"

"Convincing Pyrrha to turn you down was easy. You chose Yang instead." Ozpin nodded, unsurprised at his second choice. Miss Xiao-Long was an impressive fighter. "From there I just had to change things up. Convince Pyrrha no, let Yang be injured and watch you pass it to Blake. Then I repeated, took her out of the running, and it was Weiss. Nora. Ruby. Coco. Winter."

"Winter Schnee…?"

"You're quick to become desperate. It doesn't matter who you choose in the end. That's something you learn quickly when repeating the same period over and over. Changing the outcome isn't as easy as changing what you do. Other people react as well. If Cinder shoots me in an alley, I can't avoid that fate by not visiting that alley because then she'll shoot me in a park."

"Because Cinder was following you all along," Ozpin said. "Because she watches you change your path and follows you."

"Exactly. Dodge left and get hit and fixing that isn't as simple as going back and dodging right. They'll just shoot in that direction instead. People aren't locked to one choice. Even lottery numbers are different from one repeat to the next."

"Because they're random?"

"Yep." Fate snapped his fingers and leaned back again. He hooked both hands behind his head, completely comfortable naked before his headmaster. He'd already taken to making Team JNPR's dorm his own, with an ashtray on Pyrrha's bedside table. Ozpin wondered how upset she would be at that. "Random chance is random chance. Just because a coin hits tails one loop doesn't mean it will the next. If it did, if everything was locked in stone, I'd have been free of this nightmare centuries ago."

"You have been… experimenting… haven't you? Trying new things."

"Course I have. You think I was always this misanthropic asshole you see now?" Fate laughed. "I was a bright-eyed, empty-headed fuck the first few times. At least I think I was." He frowned. "Hard to remember. Anyway, yeah, I've been trying shit out. Killed Cinder early on a few times."

"What happens then?"

"She's replaced. Never knew by who, but I guess it's that Salem person."

That was almost certainly the case. Ozpin expected she would have other followers, and apparently that number was greater than Mr Arc here could deal with in one lifetime. It was impressive, and just a little worrying, to hear he had killed someone so easily. Not that Ozpin could blame him. The psychological trauma of repeating life over and over aside, living long enough tended to erode your morals. Slowly but surely. It was so hard to remain a good person when you saw so much evil.

"What is your current life like?" Ozpin asked, more curious than anything. "Are you in Beacon right now?"

"I was, yeah." Jaune snorted, but there was something there. Something warm and caring. "I'm stuck on a team with Weiss, Blake and Yang. Pains in my ass, each and every one of them."

"Given your originator's feelings for Miss Schnee, I'm not sure he would agree."

"Yeah. Tell me about it. Weiss isn't much happy about it either – doesn't like my lazy personality. Man, it's like being married. Yang and Blake already call us that. And call me dad and her mom. I'd have put a stop to it if it wasn't so amusing watching Weiss lose her shit."

He still cared for them. Ozpin hid his smile behind a hand. It was what he'd been hoping for – that beyond the caustic behaviour and sharp words, Fate was not so different from his original self. He was changed, dangerously and unpredictably so, but not to the point that his bonds had eroded completely.

"That's very interesting. I will leave you be for the day then. I hope you will use it productively and not just to chase tail across the academy. Your teammates, your friends, are actively risking their lives out there."

"I've watched my friends die before my eyes thousands upon thousands of times." Fate waved one hand in the air and laughed harshly. "What's one more in the grand scheme of things?"

/-/

It was a Jaune.

Ruby had expected it but to see her friend sat at the other end of a long table dressed in an expensive black suit still shocked her. She was used to Jaune as a goofy, lovable friend who would geek out with her over comics and games. This Jaune was the same age, maybe a year older at most, but he looked so much more intense.

His hair was slicked back, his eyes focused and his lips tugging down not in a frown, but like that was his natural resting expression. Unhappy. Intense. Business-like. He wore a waistcoat under his black suit coat, with a white shirt buttoned up to a red tie.

"It really is one of me!" Jaune, her friend, said. "I can't believe it."

They'd been brought in by the man called Tony, but there was no one else in the room with them. Was he that confident? Ruby couldn't spot any signs of panic in him, nor any sign of being ready to jump into a fight. He didn't look relaxed by any means, but he was definitely controlled.

"Team RWBY." the Jaune nodded his head. "I'm not familiar with your other team, seeing as how I was never a part of it, though I do recognise Pyrrha. You may call me Xiong. It's the name I've gone by for a while."

"Xiong." Ruby tasted the name. It felt so… wrong.

"Mr Xiong." Weiss said in a politer tone. "We're representatives sent by Ozpin and Beacon to speak with you. Can we ask, have you been visited by a strange woman called Jinn?"

"I was, and the situation has been explained to me." Xiong set his hands down flat on the table and leaned back in his chair. It made him look like a businessman, like a banker assessing them for a loan. "I'm also aware of just why you are here. Forceful recruitment, isn't it? You want more troops."

"I… well… that's not entirely it."

"Do not lie to me, Weiss." To hear Jaune speak like that to Weiss of all people was a shocker. Ruby's partner clammed up. "You are speaking to Jaune Xiong, the head of the Xiong Clan of Vale. I am not your classmate. I'm also well aware of Ozpin's stake in this. And of Salem's…"

"And whose side do you fall on?" Pyrrha asked.

"My own side. Naturally. You could, and should, consider me neutral in this."

"I highly doubt our enemies will accept that." Blake warned him.

"And why should we?" Leviathan asked. "As far as I'm concerned, you're competition. Maybe we should take you out the picture now before you have a chance to be forced onto their side."

"Levi!" Yang hissed and punched his arm. "Quit it! He doesn't mean-"

"Of course he means what he says. Like all of us, he wants the prize."

Leviathan's eyes narrowed. "So, you do want it."

"Of course I do." Xiong didn't back down. "Any one of us would. That doesn't mean we have to come to blows over it, however. Not yet. I am prepared to offer you all a deal. A… business arrangement if you will. I believe it will be favourable to your side."

A deal? That wasn't what they'd come for. Ruby bit her lip and looked around for help. Ultimately, it was Blake who saw it and stepped up. "Why don't you help us yourself?" she asked. "You have to know what's at stake here. The wish is your reward, but what about all the people who will suffer if Salem's side wins? Isn't it your responsibility, as someone in a position of authority, to try and stop that?"

"My responsibility, Blake…" He said her name softly. "Is to protect the men and women of the Xiong Clan. Sending them into conflict against people far, far stronger than I am would be its own cruelty."

"You're saying you're weak then." Yang challenged.

"Weak compared to a huntsman, yes. But I didn't rise to my position by playing into my weakness. What I offer is information." He tapped two fingers on the table. "I am an information broker first and foremost. I can keep you abreast of the changes within the city, help you identify the… other competitors coming in and out. Even help you find them. I can only do that if I'm left independent, however. Take me away from here and I will be next to useless."

They looked between themselves. Ruby was beginning to think Ozpin should have come with them. She was one team leader and Jaune the next, and yet the two of them looked the most lost out of everyone. This wasn't the kind of thing they'd been trained for.

"We should take him to Ozpin and let him decide." Weiss said.

"Yeah." Ruby jumped on the idea. "Let's do that."

"Regretfully," Xiong said, "I will have to disagree with that idea. I cannot very much claim neutrality if I'm meeting with the head of one of the two main factions, can I?"

"Uh. We weren't giving you a choice." Yang said. "Unless you think you're hot enough to beat all of us here. I mean, I took out this whole bar before you arrived. You can't be that much stronger."

"Hmhm." The Jaune closed his eyes and chuckled to himself. It didn't sound right to Ruby, who suddenly looked around, nervous. There weren't any signs of traps of an ambush, yet he looked so confident. "I'm no huntsman, Yang. I can't defeat you."

"Then you're coming with us."

"But…" Xiong said slowly. "What I can do is prepare for you. I have my people spread across the city. Harm me, or try to take me away, and they will reveal everything about this twisted little deathmatch to the world. We'll blow this whole thing right open."

"What!?" Nora cried. "You can't do that! People would panic!"

"Don't they have a right to?" he asked. "It's going to be war on the streets of Vale, and right as the Vytal Festival arrives too. Maybe I'd be doing the people a favour."

"No one would believe a crook in the first place." Blake pointed out.

"I know of some that would." Xiong brought out a small black box from his inside pocket; a microphone and speaker. "Salem and her side for one. Information flows both ways, and I wonder what they would think knowing that Yang Xiao-Long and Ruby Rose are anchors."

Ruby's heart sank.

"You'd really put their lives at risk like that?" Blake snapped. "You're talking about giving Salem the edge in this thing! You're threatening us with the end of the world!"

"That is precisely what I am doing, Blake…" Jaune Xiong stood slowly from his seat and turned his back to them. It was a powerful gesture from one non-huntsmen criminal to a group of them. They could kill him a hundred times over before he could react. "There is something I've learned in my time in the underworld. A valuable lesson. It is that sometimes you do not always need to defeat your opponent. You simply need to make victory so unpalatable that they don't want it."

His hands rose, the backs of his palms facing them as he held them up in the air. "So, come," he said. "Arrest me. Take me to Ozpin." Ruby could hear him smirk as he said, "Pull the trigger."

No one moved.

No one could. It was a terrible trade. Even if they got a decent fighter out of this, it wouldn't be worth literally telling the enemy who the anchors were, and there was no guarantee Xiong could fight, or that he would if they forced his hand this way. We don't even know who his anchor is, so even if we would threaten someone, we don't know who.

They were trapped.

"Alternatively." Xiong let his hands fall and pushed them into his pockets. "I stay here, you get a useful source of information, and you don't shoot yourselves in the foot when it comes to trying to recruit other, more useful iterations of myself."

He knew which they had to pick now, didn't he? Ruby couldn't help but feel as a team leader that it should have been her job to spot this coming and prepare. Instead, they'd let a common criminal outsmart them, and now they had to walk away with egg on their face.

"We don't have a choice, do we?" Blake asked waspishly. "I don't imagine you have many friends in your world."

"You'd be surprised. You and I have a very close relationship…"

Blake's ears flattened and she let out a sharp, despairing whine of purest horror and embarrassment. Meanwhile, Weiss slapped a hand to her face and Ruby flushed bright red.

"Seriously!?" Yang gasped. "Is there any world in which you're not banging Jaune Arc!?"

"I-I'm not… I… I didn't choose this! D-Don't look at me like that!"

"Not that kind of relationship." Xiong sounded far too amused. "I think I'll keep my personal life to myself if you don't mind." He turned and took his seat again, smug in his victory. "But as a sign of good faith, how about I show you just how useful I can be? In Atlas, General Ironwood has suddenly gained a new assistant. The man has appeared from nowhere as far as can be told but is suddenly spending a lot of time with the General and his most trusted advisors. Such a man never existed in my time, let alone one with bright blonde hair and blue eyes."

"In Atlas?" Weiss asked. "Ozpin has to know of this!"

"Do you know of more?" Pyrrha asked.

"I know of at least one other here in Vale. In fact, he sought me out." Jaune Xiong didn't look happy about that. Ruby didn't blame him. The bigger surprise was that someone was more on the ball than they and Ozpin were.

"Who?"

"He never gave me a name. He was older – early-twenties if I had to guess. He wore a suit under a dark coat, and oddly enough he carried a cane alongside Crocea Mors. He had a look about him, too. Like he knew too much, like he knew every little thing about you. I felt more outmatched with him alone in here than with any of you," he said in what could have been an insult but felt like a warning. "He is dangerous, wickedly smart and playing to win the prize. He made it clear that anyone after the wish would have to go through him."

"Did he show off any skills?" Leviathan demanded. He leaned forward. "How strong was he? What was his Semblance?"

"I don't know. No one challenged him. Not a single one of my men, nor the twins, believed they would stand a chance against him. I didn't either. One look told me that much. He came, he warned me, and he asked a few simple questions, all of which I answered."

"What did he ask?"

"Something… odd." Xiong said, a strange expression creasing his brow. "He asked who the current headmaster of Beacon was, which was strange since that's common knowledge."

That was weird. Who else could have been headmaster but Ozpin? Even in all the other versions of their world they'd heard from Knight, Barista and Fate, Ozpin remained a constant figure. Apparently, that was the same for Xiong's world as well.

"It was almost like he expected it to be someone else…"


A deal made; some more leaks; and a little bit of lore for those who haven't read Not this Time Fate and wanted to know more about his character. I remember early on in that story a lot of people were saying how me making that Jaune a bit of a man whore was me living self-fulfilment fantasies or something or thinking a Jaune who slept around a lot was "cool".

They really missed the point of why Jaune was doing that and what made him need that kind of constant interaction. Ozpin knows here, or at least he understands why Fate does it. No, it's not some ridiculous "male fantasy" on my end. My male fantasy is not to be a broken shell of a man struggling to keep hold of my sanity. Funnily enough.


Next Chapter: 4th December

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