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"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Jaune woke up from his unceremonious posture with a sharp screech and tumbled forward from the momentum of his action, planting face-first onto the dorm floor.
"Ow..."
Placing both his hands on the floor, Jaune ripped himself off of the ground with a harsh grimace. His deadpanned face was red from the impact when his face met the carpet. Getting up and dusting himself from the dust and grime from the Oakwood tiles, Jaune straightened his hoodie and frantically padded himself down to check his body.
"Whew... Everything's where it should be..." Jaune smiled at this confirmation before he dropped it completely when his eyes fell upon that towering rusty great sword that stood before him.
Metal monstrosity stood at the tip of its well-tapered blade, causing the large bronze pommel to glimmer in the sunlight despite the heavy rust and rot that occupied the massive weapon. The boy stared at the sword with conviction and determination. If what he had gathered from his interactions with the eccentric god within his dream was indeed true and that everyone and everything he knew was creeping towards a slow and silent existential end, then he needed to cooperate.
"Everything I know and love...gone..." His whispers barely audible as the soft and silent words flowed out of his mouth, tainted with fear and mourning.
The Leader of Team JNPR walked backward to sit at the foot of his bed. The wooden borders that kept the mattress in-place found itself used as an impromptu seat for Jaune had rested and legs arced from the bed frame. Armoured hands clasped together to support a pale chin. Blue eyes sharpened behind slightly closed lids, Jaune's face contorted under the mental effort he was exuding as he thought about his situation.
"*sigh*... How did this happen? What am I going to do?" Lifting his head to the sealing in hopes of some answers, Jaune's voice traveled throughout the unoccupied room only to be answered by the same person who brought him his questions.
("Well, you can stop acting like a big melancholic baby and get to it.") Squire's words echoed in Jaune's head.
Although the god's speech was no longer a cacophony of a hundred booming voices speaking at once, the echo and pressure that came with such unconventional communication were still present within the walls of his cranium.
"Hey! I didn't push you into an endless fall mid-conversation!" Jaune's mouth opened to share his thoughts for being pushed down a cliff when he least expected it was not exactly what he would consider as a very pleasant way to wake up.
("We were talking for hours in there and you wouldn't shut up. I didn't need to have an in-depth argument on how big a trebuchet can get. You didn't even know what a trebuchet was, considering that they don't exist here on Remnant but I have never someone who was so into what is essentially just a giant slingshot.") The monotone and annoyed voice of Squire rattled within Jaune's skull as the boy prepared his argument.
"But that's why it's so cool! It's practically just a giant slingshot that can be as tall as a building! Imagine one the as tall ass freaking Beacon!-"
*Knock Knock Kock*
Three knocks were heard. Jaune's head turned to face the door. The soft and subtle impact of each consistent tap told the team leader who was exactly on the other side. Carefully standing up from his bed frame, the boy walked over to the white-painted door and opened it to find an unsurprising but not an unwelcomed sight.
"Oh hey Pyr." Jaune smiled as his tone carried appreciation and relief to the sight of his partner.
Her untied radiant red hair flowed down to her soft pale shoulder and hung lower to the upper portion of her chest piece. Her emerald green eyes met Jaune's Cobalt blue as her bronze tiara no longer clung to her forehead. She carried an easy but honest smile on her face when she gazed towards her partner.
"Hello, Jaune." Pyrrha did the same though there was a lot more relief and appreciation.
There was a silent pause between the two that lasted for ten seconds in which neither party took the opportunity to start until Jaune decided to take the lead on the potential conversation.
"Sooooo...trying on a new -uh- look?" His awkward question was accompanied by a goofy smile and an even more awkward pose.
In a feign attempt to assert some form of confidence, the blonde idiot leaned onto the door frame with his hands to his hips and a single leg stretched across to meet the other frame while the other leg was bent back to give him some scarce balance. Overall, he just looked like a complete moron who could slip and land on his ass at any moment. It did happen.
Not even two seconds into his assumed pose, Jaune slipped and landed on his but which then slid on the floor and was replaced by his back. Pyrrha on the other hand was trying her best to hold out her laughter but was miserably failing while Jaune cursed on about something called a trebuchet, not that Pyrrha knew what a trebuchet was but was greatly amusing to her regardless. Those things never had a chance to properly develop on Remnant anyway and by technicality never existed.
"Argh! Sorry! Sorry. Gimme a minute." Quickly darting back up to his full height to salvage as much of his ruined dignity as possible, Jaune patted down his wrinkled clothes and corrected his crooked armour.
Seeing His partner clutching her mouth and audibly laughing in a light-hearted manner caused the boy to turn his head away with a blush of slight embarrassment. Pyrrha soon found her computer. Soft gasps and giggles still permeated her hands. Jaune placed his hands in his pocket and continued to wait for his partner to get a grip on herself. Blush as apparent as the embarrassment and regret he was feeling.
"Im-I'm -haha- I'm so- hahaha *Inhale* *Exhale* *Giggles* Whew... I'm- I'm so sorry. It was just- you were- haha!" Laughing at her one of her partner's antics, Pyrrha allowed Jaune's unintentional attempt at humor to brighten her mood and day.
Shifting from his spot, Jaune crossed his arms while his head turned away. Awkwardly laughing along with Pyrrha to make his accident look like he had done it on purpose to make himself look less of a fool, the Knight faced the Spartan to continue the conversation. As he was just about to open his mouth to speak, Pyrrha held a polite hand up to stop him so that she may answer. Still smiling throughout their interaction so far, she placed her hand back down to let it meet the other in front of her.
"No...no... I just left my tiara on the roof. I came down to talk to you." Newly Recovered from her laughing fit, Pyrrha kept a steady smile on her face as she explained.
"I was talking to the headmaster on the roof. I was going through some drills and noticed that he was just standing there watching me." Pyrrha flustered at her recollection of THE Headmaster of Beacon casually standing there and just observing her. She was not one to do her drills around other people outside of her team.
Jaune notices the shift in her mood and frowned. Her right hand met her upper left arm as she grimaces from the recollection of the experience. If Jaune anything about his partner, it was that she was incredibly self-conscious about how other people see her. So whenever she finds herself around others she doesn't know or wasn't familiar with, she would keep to herself as much as possible to avoid attention.
Her time as a celebrity had taught her that due to her achievements and fame, those who knew who she was would have a very strong opinion of her. Such opinions were often of praise but now and then there was scrutiny. The scrutiny that she had experienced in public before though no matter how many times she was under fire from unkind words, never felt any less emotionally painful.
"You didn't hear him walk over? If I remember right, not even Blake could sneak up on you." A skeptical but playful smile shifted his eyes upwards as he questioned the only person in the entire first year who can notice Blake sneaking up to her in the cage of chaos that was the school cafeteria.
Jaune shook his head amusement from the event. Blake still managed to haggle Pyrrha of the last salmon they had for the day. That girl really loves fish and by that I mean she REALLY loves fish.
"No. I didn't even hear him at all 'till he called me... heheeeeh... It was kind of embarrassing." Now it was her turn to avoid eye contact as her timid nature took over.
Jaune knew that Pyrrha was a strange girl. Heck, everyone in the school was weird. As far as he knew, he was the only person in the entire academy who didn't act like their emotions weren't amped up to eleven 24/7 and had some strangely specific behavioral quirk that makes you stand out like a Bullhead in an elementary school. Jaune was just a normal person with no crazy exaggerated attributes in a building where everyone seems to have crawled out of a fantasy sci-fi MMO RPG.
Jaune remembered that anything that involved self-expression was emphasized and encouraged after the great war and the colour war to the point where you had to make your own freaking emblem. The boy had seen some incredibly eccentric clothing even before his time in Beacon but huntsmen were whole other breed of fashion freaks. Especially in the third years and above.
'Now that I think about it, I could boil down most people in Beacon with just two or three words, and everyone here looks like they fought a dark lord and jumped him for his clothes...' Jaune's eyelids crept a tad bit closer to each other as he indulged in his thoughts.
Pyrrha Nikos stared at the Arc in his occupied state, waiting for him to continue the conversation. Seeing that he wasn't going to respond her smile dropped a little as she observed a little closer. Widening her eyes in recognition, Pyrrha shook her head. Jaune was using his thinking face again, something that happened when a stray thought would enter his mind. It was subtle but usually unnoticeable unless you've been around him long enough that you pick up on his habits. So, Pyrrha decided to speak.
"Anyway, Can... Can I come in? Please?"
Snapping out his thoughts, Jaune quickly moved out of the way to the side of the frame. He displayed his right arm to the dorm inside, gesturing Pyrrha to enter. With a hunched shoulder and a stupid apologetic grin. Jaune clumsily beckoned her inside.
"Oh! Uh! Sorry -uh- Pyrrha! Y-You can come in." His rushed words stuttered out in disarray. Not that Pyrrha minded.
"Thank you, Jaune." She softly said.
The redhead walked past the boy and staggered into the room, crashing on her bed on her front in utter exhaustion. A fatigued groan filled the air, the image of the picture-perfect Pyrrha Nikos crumbled before Jaune. It was a sight that he was familiar with. Her once perfectly kept hair was a mess laid all over her pillow, hiding her head and shoulders from the outside world. Jaune watched as Pyrrha sluggishly kicked her heels off her feet.
As time went on and Pyrrha became familiar and close to her team, she began to feel safe performing her less than formal habits around them. She was always under a constant state of stress due to her status, being the Champion of Mistral and the single best duelist in the school. That's right. The Entire School. Her combat skills exceeded that of even second years and above. She always wins her fights. Always. With a semblance like 'Polarity', she's theoretically invincible. Invincible. A word that would relentlessly follow her after her victories in the tournaments, it still does.
'The Invincible Girl'
She hated that title.
She wasn't invincible and she knew it. She wasn't so arrogant to think that just because she had a particularly powerful and undeniably useful Semblance, didn't mean that she was untouchable. The years of grueling effort and consistent pain still haunted the back of her mind. All that struggle just to control a bit of her aura. The countless restless nights in which she had spent compulsively thinking about the possibility that she would never be able to control her Aura had planted the persistent clutches of Doubt to wrap around her.
Even after she had mastered her Aura, in turn, her semblance and proven to her family that their efforts in making her one of the best fighters on Remnant were not in vain, she still held doubts which plagued her mind. It kept her humbled. She knew the effort and pain that she had to go through to become the person she is now were not due to her 'invincibility'. The scars that persisted one her flesh despite the mastery of her Aura which she kept hidden reminded her of her past struggles every day.
No-one knew about the scars.
Not even Jaune.
The boy gazed upon the exhausted form of his partner with a solemn gaze. To see her in such a state told the boy that her experience with Headmaster Ozpin must have been a stressful one. He walked over to her bed and kneeled beside it. Resting just high enough be where Pyrrha rested her weary head.
"Hey... Is everything ok?... Do you need me to get anything for you?" He softly said in hopes to not agitate her stress.
If Jaune recalled his experience with Pyrrha in this state, she would usually ask for him to bake her one of the classic pastry recipes that his mother thought him. He was taught to bake so that he could wrangle some of his sisters with food when his mom was busy with huntress work. Both of Jaune's parents had to work so they could feed him and his siblings. All seven of them.
Pyrrha, not moving her head off of the pillow, muffled into it. Her words being interpreted by Jaune as a "Yes, Please."
"Ok! I'll be back with a tray of croissants in just fifteen minutes. How does that sound?" He whispered in enthusiasm, knowing that the pastry treat was her favorite and has yet to not bring a smile on her face after a tough day.
Thankfully grinning into the pillow, Pyrrha groggily spoke muffled words again. "Thanks, Jaune."
Slowly rising to stand, Jaune turned around and briskly walked to the door that led to the living and far more importantly, the mini kitchen. Walking past the door to close it, Jaune did not notice the smiling Pyrrha watching him go from her bed.
Face no longer planted on the pillow, Pyrrha's turned head faced the closed door that her partner passed through. Her hair shifted and morphed with the movement of her neck as her tired eyes fell upon a peculiar object. The source of her good mood despite the surprisingly stressful weekend. The thing that enforced her and the of the team's hope in Jaune. The greatsword.
"You know... I have a lot to thank you for." Her whispers filled the room in soft gratefulness.
She knew the sword was just an inanimate object though that didn't mean she couldn't put her respect and thanks into it. ("Ooooh If only she knew.") Silence embraced her in its wordless comfort as she gathered her mind to speak ever further.
"You have no idea what you did for Jaune. What you gave him. What you gave us." Tears of silent joy formed underneath her smiling emerald eyes while she searched for the words within her heart.
"You showed me...us what he could really do, what he could become. I-...already had faith in him before but to see him shoot through that tide of darkness like a star of that fell from the heavens... To see his strength... To see him shine brighter than anything else in that forest..." Her lips pursed, wobbling as she attempted to keep her composure.
"To know that everything I'm doing for him would-...no...will help him become something incredible. All the good he could do for others and himself..." Her mind configured an adult Jaune with his greatsword, unyieldingly smiling as he helped people and fight Grimm. The joy on his face shining brighter than the sun itself as he led his team to victory after victory. Helping people and becoming a symbol of hope.
"My family put so much hope in me despite all the doubts of me ever being able to control my semblance. Every time I fell so far down, they would crawl down as deep as they had to so they can carry my back up. Every time I cried and yelled and screamed that I just wasn't worth it even when Lien was a difficult luxury to get, they still gave me everything they could so I could be the best I could be." Tears now freely flowed from her eyes. Her lips wobbled between a smile and a frown as emotions scrambled within her. Her composure beginning to waver.
"They gave me so much, you know? They were willing to risk it all for me even though I couldn't see how much I meant to them. Sure my grandparents were harsh at times but...considering their experience and all they've been through, It made sense. I couldn't be mad at them for giving it their all to help me." The Stinging sensation on her eyes followed down the trail of tears that fell to her ear, staining her brilliant red hair and the pillow she laid her head upon.
"People assume that you're born to be great but that's far from the truth. People aren't just born to exceptional. You could have been lucky enough to be born into a life of pre-determined success and luxury but even the smallest slip-ups can send you rapidly spiraling into failure. Ripping away everything you had." Her eyes blankly stared towards the sword, recalling her old associates and people she used to call friends.
"So many people get caught up in their fame and successes that they forget what brought them to where they are in the first place. I watched once humble and kind people become tainted by their egos and self-indulgence. I watched those I once called friends turn their backs on me for the pettiest reasons, while some others actively tried to tear me down out of jealousy or pride." A gloomy shadow casts itself over her eyes, her voice trembling in contempt from such experiences.
"No-one's born perfect. No-one will ever be perfect...but that doesn't mean we can't strive to become better than yesterday. If anything, not being perfect gives us a reason to become better in the first place, don't you think?" Silence met her words until soft laughter filled the room as she remembered that she was asking a piece of equipment a philosophical question.
"Anyway, I think I'm getting off track so here. Jaune is the most honest I know. In fact, he's blatantly bad at lying, which is endearing because it tells that he probably doesn't lie enough to be even close to being proficient. Ruby can lie leagues better than him and she's considered as the innocent one! Haha!" Light-hearted laughter skipped out of her mouth, responding to the irony that she had put together herself.
"Jaune is such a simple person. Most would consider simple as boring or unworthy of any attention but when you live a life like mine well... It's nice to see someone who's just not so complicated in a world where people wear metaphorical masks and create lies to climb their way up in the world." She shifted her to the side, her back now on the bed. Her eyes now peeled away from the sword and onto the ceiling.
"His way to getting into Beacon would be considered less than noble by most...if they didn't know the full story. Even without his Aura, Jaune was still capable of things that no person without aura should be capable of pulling off. His trips to the nurse only happen because he usually just gets knocked out, but he rarely suffered any physical damage." Pyrrha's face then morphed in contemplation. Her emerald gazing the ceiling as they sharpened to under the effort of thought.
"His Aura is...really inconsistent. Some days It would be so strong that he could endure disasters that would usually leave a student hospitalized for days if not weeks while he would just stand back up and dust himself off like he just tripped on a carpet. Other days, tripping on a carpet would be more than enough to completely shatter it." She recalled the strange days in which Jaune would stub his toe on his bed frame, which would then utterly destroy his Aura. Robbing him of the opportunity to get through the day without being sent to the nurse by Cardin.
"Yet... when it does shatter, Jaune doesn't go through aura sickness like everyone else and just... gets back up like normal. Usually getting a snack and some rest to recover a sizeable portion of it in roughly an hour... Aura doesn't work that way unless under the influence of a very specific semblance but... I really doubt it." As far she knew, Jaune doesn't know his semblance. He hasn't even discovered it yet.
"We never told anyone about it, not even team RWBY. We thought that If the teacher's ever found out about Jaune's unstable Aura, he would be expelled anyway under the reason of not being able to sufficiently control it but I know better. Jaune's Aura... It's unusual. It's far from normal but it's powerful. So unfathomably powerful...and benevolent..." A small smile appeared on her face. Recalling the feeling his Aura gave her when she unlocked it for him. How soft and warm it was. How it embraced her and made her feel truly invincible.
"There's something special about Jaune. There's something about him that feels so...different. The way his Aura ebbed and flowed...no...not flowed. His Aura doesn't move the way Aura does, it felt solid yet so soft. The way he shone so bright when he fought that hoard... I could feel all the way from the cliff." Pyyrha's head fell to the side to face the rusty weapon.
"You would know how it felt. You were right there with him when it happened. How he filled you with his power and imbued you with strength throughout the fight. How you shined alongside him against the Grimm." Her hands landed on top of each other on her stomach as she breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
"You have no idea what you've done for us. Now that we saw what Jaune is truly capable of... Well, it's only a matter of time and good influence that he'll become one of the best huntsmen that ever walked the face of Remnant. And we'll be alongside him as it happens, every step of the way." Her eyes closed to rest after her speech, utterly exhausted yet so uplifted. Falling asleep until Jaune comes back.
Unknown to Pyrrha, someone was listening. Someone who observed through a portal in a realm of dreams and nightmares.
Watching through a tear in space-time stood a figure of blue and shimmering steel; Squire, The Chaos God, and Writer. Looking through the hole in space-time which showed the girl resting after her speech, Squire stood with his hands behind his back and his head slightly tilted to the left in interest. He listened to every word she had said with diligence and peered through her mind, feeling every emotion the swirled in her heart. A single line of thought crossed his mind as he uttered them into words.
("I really like this Pyrrha.")
Meanwhile, in the mini kitchen, Jaune was wearing a pair of oven mittens while taking out a tray of mini croissants. The smell of the perfectly made pastry treats filled the air and filled the boy with satisfaction. Every single time, he replicated his mother's teachings without fail. Placing the try on the counter to allow them to cool to just the right temperature, the secondary cook of team JNPR removed his mittens to put them beside the tray. Jaune fetched a plate from the cupboard, his hands clasping around the edge of the china to bring it out to the counter.
As he prepared the treats to ease Pyrrha's mood, his mind wandered about everything that has been happening to him within the twenty-four hours that he's been awake. Insanity after insanity, his day had been getting progressively stranger. The first was waking up with no memory of what he did the night before then it was the giant sword in the living room that housed a literal God who had bestowed upon him, a knowledge that would potentially haunt him for the rest of his life. Then it was his impulsive desire to spar with Weiss, which he didn't remember much of after the spar started. Waking up in the infirmary in a hospital gown, which had never happened before, and finally being harassed by said literal god in the sword through his dreams, telling him that end of the world was coming. Yup. Jaune Arc does not usually spend his weekend by being sent on the daunting task of saving Remnant from a creeping existential end by some eccentric all-powerful jackass.
("Hey. If your gonna insult me, at least get creative with it.") The reverbing but now distinct voice of Squire made itself known within Jaune's psyche.
"Can you please stop reading my mind? It's really creepy and I kinda prefer my personal privacy being kept to myself." Jaune whispered to the voice in his, trying to speak with the god without making Pyrrha think he was talking to himself.
("If you think that I'm gonna be disgusted or make fun of you for your thoughts then you don't have to worry about it. I've heard and seen worse... So much worse...") Squire said. Recalling that one time he took a wrong turn on the Reality Road and ended up on a Remnant that was so messed that he actually threw up. His omnipotent vomit inadvertently deleting that Remnant. Imagine something so horrible that it could make a literal god, that has seen a lot messed up stuff so sick to the degree that would make him vomit.
"Well, I don't care. Stop listening to my thoughts." His flat tone and blunt delivery getting it across that Jaune did enjoy his innermost privacy observed...or listened to.
("Alright. Alright. I'll stop. Though, you should know that I'm going to be around you most of the time, right? That was the deal...") Squire's reminder made Jaune shiver. The thought of being observed by an interdimensional being with the power to wipe him from existence with the snap of a finger was not a very calming thought.
Meticulously placing the mini croissants on the plate for Pyrrha, Jaune continued to multitask while begrudgingly humoring the being that promised him the solution to save the world.
"So what? You're just going to be a voice in my head for the rest of my life?" The blonde boy asked, finished with the placement of the mini croissants.
"No, not really. I'll be around until the deal is done and your world is saved from utter existential annihilation. Besides, I don't have to necessarily just be a voice in your head." The amused tone that Squire exuded with that last sentence picked at Jaune's curiosity.
An alien sound filled his head as tones and pitches harmonized briefly before ending with a single note. Pressure filled Jaune's head as his vision blurred and white light occupied the edges of his sight. His nose bled a little before the compromised vein in his nostril was repaired by his Aura. The hairs on his skin perked up as they stood in a specific direction. Following the source of the tingling, Jaune saw the floating transparent form of Squire.
The God's poofy arms were crossed and Jaune could imagine a smirk on Squire's non-existent face.
"You know, If I could physically interact with everything, I could act as your stand. You'd have to dress weird and pull off back-breakingly flamboyant poses, though." Squire's quick quip only granted Jaune confusion, for this uncultured boy had never basked in the greatness that was the JOJOverse.
"What's a stand?" was Jaun's question, a question that was met with resignation by the writer.
("Forget about it...") was Squire's answer, visibly disappointed that the potential chad lord before him was unfamiliar with the concept of stands.
Shaking his head from an epiphany, Jaune darted his gaze back to Squire to ask him another question.
"Wait, why can't you? You're a Chaos God or something, right? Can't you fix all this by just, ya know, willing it to happen?" Jaune looked genuinely confused by Squire's rejection of the chance to just fix things immediately.
Seeing that this was a question that the boy was unlikely going let go later down the line. Squire shook his head as the golden yellow feather strapped at the brim swayed with his movement.
("I could do that, but that would defeat the point of saving your world from relevant existential decay. Something that only the viewers can provide.") Squire's brief yet vague answer wasn't enough to quell Jaune's curiosity.
"But why? Why do you need the Viewers to save my world if you could already do it yourself? Why do you even need me? Why need the viewers?" Jaune's voice got louder as his desperation and confusion grew. He wanted to find an easier and faster way to do this without having to go through the guaranteed insanity that the writer was about to put him through.
Squire chuckled. His shoulders bounced with his crossed arms. The reverb of his voice echoing back and forth within Jaune's cranium.
("I think I left out some important details considering how the Main Line is connecting to this one. You see, the Main Line Runs Exclusively on the relevance that only viewers can provide. It was built that way by Monty. he wanted to share his vision, his passion with so many others that he created a world the required relevance to stay afloat.")
Jaune stood there in place, listening intently to Squire. He knew that this was going to be a long one. 'Why are Chaos Gods so needlessly complicated?' was the thought that popped into his head as the Squire's monologue began.
("This world also runs on Relevance just like its parent Line. The Main Line is Monty's world, a world he created with his own rules. Rules that this one naturally follows. Rules that, if broken, would only make things worse. Viewers don't exactly enjoy seeing inconsistencies. They're a picky bunch.") Squire lightly chuckled on the last part.
("So if this world loses its Relevance, then that's it. It's gone. All of it. Jaune, I may be omnipotent but that's only when I'm on my own. Under Monty's influence, I can't do shite unless I want to permanently screw your reality over.") His explanation gave Jaune a bit more insight into the inner workings of how Squire functions here, it still left him with many questions.
(Jaune, I'm working on Monty's creation. A Chaos God with far more Relevant influence than me due to his sheer age and the fact that he literally made the Main Line and indirectly the Lines the have diverged from it.") Squire physically dimmed at that.
His radiant transparency no longer so bright as his form dulled under his emotional state. Squire brightened back up, uncrossing his arms so that his hands can meet his hips.
("Relevance is the lifeblood of every line, so if a line loses it all...it will be no more...I may have not explained this yet but I cannot just take this world as my own. It indirectly still belongs to Monty. I'm not working under my own rules, Jaune!") Squire's form morphed from the outburst.
His body shifted like gas and his colours violently inverted. His physical appearance glitching into polygonal shapes and symbols, of which Jaune could not decipher.
("This is Monty's world! A world the requires Relevance to stay afloat and Relevance that is what it needs until the I have grown enough through the decisions of the viewers... ") The writer's body stabilized, colour returning to his appearance as red to turned back to blue and black back to shining steel.
"Oh..." Jaune's silent remark gave way to finally understanding why Squire can't just fix things on a whim. This world isn't his, it never was. It's Monty's. And as long as it stays Monty's, it's going to die. Squire has to work and climb up the ranks by gaining the favors of the viewers to save Remnant but Jaune still didn't know why he was needed.
("Yeah...it's not so simple. We need the viewers and I could only gain them through you. They love stories, Jaune. And a story is what I'm gonna give them!") The proud and determined remark made by Squire rippled in Jaune's had as the ethereal being took a pose that screamed: 'I can do it!'.
Jaune finally understood, these viewers were attracted to stories, events. Just like people. They flock to things they consider interesting and nurture it so it can continue to amuse them.
'That's it!' Jaune thought.
The realization filled his mind and a massive smile grew on his face as he finally had enough context to create a solution. He opened his mouth to speak, about to share his suggestions with the eccentric god.
"So I have to-" Before getting promptly interrupted.
("You might want to take a look at the time.") Squire pointed to the clock above the fridge.
Jaune swiveled his head to the time, noticing that fifteen minutes were almost by just half a minute.
"Oh, sweet Monty! I've got to get this to Pyrrha before it gets cold!"
Quickly grabbing the plate, Jaune balanced the pile of croissants on the dish as he speed-walked towards the bedroom door. He placed his hand on the doorknob, he stopped and turned back to Squire, who was just floating near the caminus -(It's basically the Remnant version of the Microwave)- with both arms crossed.
He glared towards the transparent entity with impatience and anticipation.
"This conversation isn't over." Jaune bluntly said, rushing through the door and leaving Squire alone in the mini kitchen.
Squire chuckled again. His orbs for eyes gazing at the closed door before him.
("I hope not... This is pretty good conflict.") He said to particularly no-one and turned his head directly to a portal full of eyes.
("And you lot loooove conflicts.")
Yup, and that's that. Look, lads. I need to take a break from writing this fic for a bit. I have a real life to attend to soooo... I'm going to leave a challenge for you lot.
If this fic's review count reaches 40, I'll come back to post the next chapter. It has to be from different users. Guest accounts don't count so you can't spam the same thing over and over. So until then, toodles!