This is going to be a short one. Lately I've been having personal problems that have been hampering my day to day activity so sorry if this seems somewhat underwhelming. I still hope you enjoy though. Again, watch for spelling mistakes. I might have missed some.

The afternoon sun shone through an open large blue tinted glass window of a long infirmary room, one of many windows that adorned a single stone wall. Cool sterile air filled the spotlessly clean room. The white lights that meticulously took residence on the azure ceiling above shone along with the golden hue of the sunshine that illuminated alongside it, basking the smooth reflective sky blue marble floor tiles with their combined incandescence.

The walls shared a similar colour to the floor but with slightly deeper hue. A long row of sophisticated Infirmary beds were lined along the long room, separated by heavy blue curtains and glass walls that blocked out most of the sun. Expensive and high quality medical Equipment were expertly placed within the recovery spaces as to treat whoever may find themselves in a less than comfortable state. One of them being a very pale Jaune Arc.

Jaune slowly awoke from the infirmary bed that he found himself on somehow. Allowing the sensations of the waking world to bless him with excruciating pain, he sharply brought his hands to his face. He groaned in absolute agony while tears squeezed their way through his tightly shut eyelids. His head ached and his nasal cavity felt as if it had gone through a meat grinder. His entire body felt as if thousands of microscopic razorblades was injected directly into his bloodstream as the malevolent pieces of sharpened metal scratched his very being from the inside out.

"AAARRGH!" Jaune could only utter a sharp shout of absolute displeasure.

Shooting up from the sterile white pillow his blonde long locks rested on, Jaune continued to rub and press his hands against his own face in hopes to alleviate him from his suffering but to no avail. Quickly placing his hands away from the burning stimulation within the entirety of his face, he had suddenly found himself with an idea.

'My aura! My aura can fix this!' His hope materialized in his thoughts as he attempted to focus on his aura to free himself of the torment that swirled on within his face, only for it to backfire as the sensation got even worse.

"AAAGGH!" Jaune shouted in agony as his hands found their way back onto his features and his back lurched in response.

The burning pain got even worse as the aches across his body intensified where as instead of microscopic razorblades flowing freely though his blood stream, it was a company of chainsaws that bit and tore against his very being from within. In his agony, the boy violently struggle in his bed, causing him to fall of the left side of his bed as the turquoise sheets that once hugged his body were ripped away from him, leaving him exposed in his light blue gown.

Seriously, what's with this place and the colour blue?

Accidentally bashing his head on a metal table, Jaune toppled the unfortunate piece of medical equipment causing the assortment of contents that it presented to scatter onto the ground along with him. Quickly and clumsily attempting to get himself on his feet, he unfortunately slipped onto what he guessed to have been a pile of wet wipes that fell with him when he crashed into the medical table, - "ARGH!"- causing him to fall again but this time on his face.

Stumbling up again, this time attempting to ignore the pain that assaulted his very being, that mainly being the entirety of his head, Jaune slowly rose from the floor.

'What wrong with me!? What's going on!? Where am I!?' Question assaulted his mind as he planted his feet firm on the ground stood in place in a stance that exuded quivering yet somewhat reliable balance.

'Ok...ok...What was the last thing I remember?' Jaune anxiously searched his memories in order to find context on his situation while trying ignore the pain that burdened his body and mostly face.

'Ok...I was about spar with Weiss...' He slowly relaxed and carefully stood to his full height, hoping not to disturb anymore of the furniture that have concluded to be in the same room as him.

'I was taking a some kind of stance..' Blonde brows furrowed with creeping awareness.

'...and then-'

("You do know that you're stepping on a pile of cookies that Ruby made for you once you woke up, right?")

"AHHHHH!" A girlish shriek accompanied a sharp jump with another humiliating tumble and fall.

Jaune stumbled upon the baked treats the he was unaware of and slipped as the sugary biscuits of chocolate goodness flew in front of him, thanks to the leverage of his own feet enforced by his very body weight. Jaune banged his head in the table but could barely notice the pain due to the unpleasant effects he was already currently under. With a resigned posture, his hospital gown hung loosely on his body as the sight of his form along with fallen objects that fell with him, adorned the cold light blue floor tiles.

("I would ask you to quite down but the nurse is currently occupied. She's in the restroom.")

The ethereal voice that seemed to echo within the confines of his skull stated with lazy amusement. Jaune though, remembered hearing it before.

'The Sword!' He mentally screeched.

("...Yes...it's me. Though, I would prefer to get to meet you personally instead of like this. Your current predicament is kind of embarrassing...")

The voice echoed in his head, it sounded as if hundreds of voices spoke out at once. Some of them even belonging to people he knew. Jaune slowly found his footing again. Eyes still shut tight and face crinkling in agony he found himself.

("You need to get back to your dorm. I'll explain everything once your there.")

Jaune can hear the voices of everyone he knew echo within his mind. His father, His mother, sisters, his friends, everyone...

("Can you stop focusing on what I sound like and actually my instructions. I don't want to waste much time.")

A grimace the golden noodles face as he attempted to make sense of what was going on. He explored multiple possibilities, but nothing could explain why there was a disembodied voice that also held the hundreds of people he knew and why it was talking to.

"Who -Argh!- are you!? What a -*Hiss*- are you!?" Jaune said as he gritted through his teeth.

The cool tile floor giving him a semblance of comfort through his feet as he searched for any form of relief that can help him with omnipresent pain that unfortunately continued to barrage his body.

("As I said, I'll explain everything once you get to your dorm... But first, I should probably help you with your affliction.")

And with that, all at once, the pain completely disappeared form Jaune's body. Relief permeated his form in a comforting embrace, soothing every nerve and thought. His skin no longer looked so pale and his eyes opened for the first time since he woke up. His eyes slowly looked around the glass confines of his room while a soft breath floated from his lungs.

"Oh... Who would have guessed? The Infirmary." Realization came quick to Jaune due to his many trips to this place due to a multitude of reasons.

The lame statement triggered memories of those reasons. Most of them where caused by a nasty combination of combat incompetence, bad environmental awareness and Nora induced disasters. The infirmary was the second most spent in room that he's ever been in, only beaten by his own Uncle's studies back home. So many books. So many stories.

("Your clothes are in the bottom drawer of the desk. Retrieve them and avoid the nurse at all costs. She may make us waste anymore precious time.")

"Wha-!? Why am in one of these!" Absolutely shocked and disappointment at the state of dress he's in the boy point presented the hospital gown the he wore. He's never been in one of these despite his consistent visits, he's never been in anything so serious.

"Yang's gonna have a field day with this..." He whined

("Look! Lad! I said I'll explain everything to you once you get to your dorm so for the sake of Arclamada Omnis, GET YOUR CLOTHES AND MOVE!)

"OK! OK! I'm moving!" Hearing the frantic desperation of hundreds of voices of everyone you knew, combined to fit a line of words tends to make people quite cooperative.

Jaune walked around the bed and the multitude of miscellaneous objects that mostly adorned the left side of the room floor. He stopped at the sight of a burgundy desk and darted his hands to a handle at the bottom. In haste, the blonde snapped open the bottom drawer to find both his clothes and armour and without reservations, stripped immediately and clumsily pulled his common ware onto his body. Strapping on the meager chest plate and pauldrons, she briskly rushed out of the infirmary room, leaving it in it's ruined state for the nurse to clean for he was following the desperate orders that the hundred people voice relayed to him.

The dorm of team Juniper slept in it's vacant silence. The afternoon sun illuminated the space through the window as it's rays bounced off of the oak brown floor and onto the light biscuit brown ceiling and walls. A slight hue of pink floated within the room thanks to the light illuminating onto the the carpet that laid just a few feet away from the door. Four beds stood at the wall before the wall with the window.

Four desks and bookshelves were present. Two were placed against the wall on either side of the door and the the other two were place opposite of each other on the right and left walls near the door. Two other other doors also occupied the left and right walls. The left door lead to the restroom and the door opposite to it lead to a small living room and mini kitchen. Though last but not least, a large, tall, rusty sword stood proudly by the right wall, near a certain someone's bed. Glistening occasionally.

It was a small and quiet room that exuded an air of coziness due to the warm golden rays and it's inherent simplicity. It would have stayed that way for the next few hours, but...

*Bang*

The door slammed open, revealing a very tired and slightly sweaty Jaune Arc.

"I... *pant* ...made it. -*pant*." Tired labored breaths rushed out of his mouths as warm cloud of carbon dioxide materialized in front of him.

His hair was a mess and clang to his face as the sweat gave it it's adhesiveness. Jaune parted the hair away from his face and without turning, reach for the door itself to shut it. Placing both his hands on his knees, he took a moment to regain his composure as his back lurched to allow his hands to reach his bent knees. Standing back up to his full height, the boy hung his head back to take a sharp inhale and a long exhale to satisfy the ravenous cells in his lungs. He walked of to his bed, passing the Zweihander and sat down to face the large blade for explanations.

"Ok... I'm here. Can you please tell me what the heck is goin' on now? Please!?" Jaune stated as the last word gave an aura of demanding but nothing happened.

"Hey! We're in the dorm now!" Desperation etched itself onto his voice as he begged in hopes for answers.

A few seconds ticked by and... nothing. The blond boy glared at the giant weapon for what seemed like hours for him but it's only been less than five minutes. He stood resolute in hopes of getting the answers to the fact that there's literally a giant talking sword speaking in his head. He began to feel tired and weary despite having rested for who knows how long in the infirmary.

'I gotta...I gotta stay up...I gotta...stay...'

His eyes drooped slightly as exhaustion soon overcame his mind and body. Soon his back started to relax as his shoulders slouched alongside it, His vision began to flutter and blur as the soothing arms of veil of sleep surrounded him. Soon he could no longer speak 'nor think and in a matter of seconds, -*Poof*- Jaune's torso fell onto the bed as his legs still dangled at the edge.

His mind succumbed to the influence of rest and thus Jaune was temporarily taken from the waking world and slept like a rock. He tried stay awake but the clutches of sleep had already claimed as his eyes shut and his breathing.

Jaune awoke in a see of black. His eyes snapped open as he he desperately tried to understand his situation. For as far as his eyes can see, the pitch dark void he had found himself in was devoid of any light or colour. The only source of light and colour in the seemingly endless black was himself. His body was completely visible and seemingly illuminated as cobalt eyes met the warm texture of hands. Suffocating inky darkness was all that kept him company as fear festered in his heart.

("Here we are. Finally.") A familiar symphony of a hundred voices stated behind him.

'It's here!' Jaune mentally panicked as he angled his body in many directions in order to find the source of the voice but to no avail for all he could see was perpetual darkness.

("Lad, I'd prefer if you didn't call me an 'it'. I have a name, you know.")

Jaune could only stiffen at the remark. He hoped he had not severely offend whatever had brought him to this place. The inky blackness continued to hide the source of the voice of which he is now directly facing. Steeling his nerves, the boy prepared to speak but before he could something strange soon happened.

("Ok. Give me a minute to set this up.") The voice distorted horrifically. Sharp and low pitches screeched against each other simultaneously causing a cacophony of awfulness to reverberate through out the void.

Tones of which Jaune had never heard before granted his ears with almost unbearable pain. It was like the human equivalent of having a pair of dog whistles blown directly blown into both of a dog's ears. Clutching his ears from the auditory abomination, the boy could only endure as his face violently contorted with his gritted teeth.

("Wait... Oh for fucks sake. Sole told me this thing would work!") The distortion was no longer bearable as the voices diminished substantially. The pitches began to relax and harmonize with each other.

'What the..." Jaune stopped clutching his sound holes for dear life as the voices slowly converted into something distinct. The awful ringing and screeching in his ears had finally stopped as the voices had finally converted into a single yet somewhat distorted voice.

("Ok...Maybe this? Est-ce ceci? Wait, no. That's that's the translator...") The voice kept shifting between that of a man and a woman and halfway through it sounded like an old timey dust radio that professor port kept and used during actual tests as background music or just white noise under the theory that music helps the mind concentrate.

Jaune could only awkwardly float in pitch darkness as his ears picked up on sounds of the entity figuring out how make it's voice sound less terrible and physically struggling with...somethings.

'I swear, I think I heard a ladder just fall on a bunch of plant pots and- WHAT WAS THAT!? WAS THAT ROARING?'

("No MR. Snuggles! Fuck! Go back t'bed, 'am qui'e bizzy righ' naw.") The entity continued to argue with...whatever was with it.

The distortion was gone now and the voice sounded like an extreme and manlier version of Velvet when she's angrier than Yang having a haircut. Jaune was shooketh at the mental image of Yang getting a haircut.

'So much property damage...'

("Alright..., ..., ..., ... Ah...There we are.") At long last, the entity had found it's? no. his voice. A soothing deep reverb accompanied each syllable as harmony had been finally attained.

Jaune perked at the final product of the entity's speech. There was an accent there, it sounded similar so velvet but instead of being angry, it sounded calm. Soothing even.

("Finally... It think it's time for to meet in person. Don't you think?") A calm and enthusiastic spice tinged the statement.

"Uhh-" Before Jaune could speak anymore the inky black shifted into something new.

A sharp flash briefly occurred, bathing the entire void in blinding white light. Jaune harshly closed shut his eyes in reaction to the violent lightshow. His arms coming up to protect his face upon instinct. Jaune opened his eyes again, arms still defensively displayed in front of him, and saw sky blue. It was everywhere. Where once was nothing but pitch black nothingness was now filled sky blue and soft clouds floated around him. Jaune saw the sun once again. It's warming light fell directly onto him, embracing him with it's benevolent warmth. The sky was everywhere, even bellow. It didn't make sense but Jaune couldn't argue that floating with the clouds underneath a smiling sun surrounded by eternal calming blue...was nice. Though it wouldn't last for long.

Gravity made itself apparent as Jaune fell on his butt directly on a soft bed of pink and blue flowers on a patch of healthy green green grass. Jaune found himself on a patch of floating land in the eternal blue. The land began to 'grow' across the endless space. Jaune watched in wonder as the earth stretched out to infinity. The endless sea of healthy green met the soft blue sky, flowers and tress of all colours bloomed and rose from the the ground to bask in the benevolent warmth and wind sung it's calming tune as the plants, grass and trees danced along. It was beautiful. Jaune could only look on, entranced, at the beauty before him.

He walked forward. Every step was met by soothing wind and calming sunlight. The grass beneath his feet parted away as they danced with the wind. His eyes fell on a multitude of different flowers of all shapes and colours. A rainbow of life met his blue eyes and filled them with amazement. His golden hair caressed his face as it succumbed to the breezes song.

Large Cyan crystals stood tall amongst the life to announce their own existence. The tall shimmering gems were set a light by the celestial body above it all caught the boy's eyes as they shined to welcome to this garden of Eden. Along side them, rivers formed and slithered away to split into streams. Floating Islands hung in the sky with the clouds. Their cooling shade basked Jaune with security under their earthy roots. Some of the sky Islands even had their own Cyan crystals that produced their own rivers which fell off of them creating water falls that fell down into brilliant lakes of clear clean shimmering blue and green vines adorned with multicoloured flowers that hung down in veils alongside the falls. The waterfalls themselves generated double and even triple rainbows on each of those islands.

Jaune stopped in his tracks, before him, a few meters away, was a figure. He stood at the infinite horizon beyond. He wore a blue brigandine vest with a steel gorget on top of a white gambeson shirt, a pair of simple segmented steel pauldrons, a pair of brown leather gloves and boots that clung to brown loose trousers and a metal hat the held a single yellow feather at it's right side.

A face could not be seen but shining blue orbs hid behind a veil of darkness behind the hat and gorget.

("It's nice isn't it?")

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