I finna do some more world-building.

Vale. D'oro Street. Saturday. 3:12 pm.

Vale is a beautiful place. A city where technology and heritage align to contrast each other with a balance of old and new. Buildings and towers from an era long past stood tall against the test of time and proudly showed off their age. The glistening damp cobblestone, holding these architectural ancients together, were covered by a blanket of healthy mossy green within each nook and cranny. The earthy angular roof tiles ate up the sunshine that fell upon them, protecting the those beneath them.

The streets parted apart for the many vehicles that zoomed and crawled, transporting their passengers to their day to day tasks. The flat yet rough roads were well kept and presented an uncompromised inky black, showing that the tar placed for cars and bikes alike were of undeniably excellent quality. The rainbow of vehicles that drove down the pavement enriched the mainly tar-black ground with a multitude of colour.

The sidewalks, virtually unburdened by litter and grime, harbored a solid grey. Trees that reached almost as tall as buildings stretched their mighty limbs to gift those, who milled below, with solace from the golden orange gleam of the sun. The leafy green clusters that hung high atop each plant rustled with benevolence as they shielded people from potentially less than kind weather. The living pillars of soft brown seemed to lean down to greet others with silent smiles and calm reassurance.

The stores and shops that faced the road filled the air with the traces of their craft. The pleasant aroma of baked pastry and caffeine lazily floated around the bakeries and cafes, occasionally gliding over onto the roads and sidewalks to tempt folks to come over and brows their wares. Painting galleries and clothes stores flamboyantly showed off their hues and tints. Patterns and concepts grafted onto physical material of which were brought to life by living hands.

The occasional benches and garbage cans symmetrically lined along the intricate metal fence that segregated the road from the sidewalk. The classical and complex artistry of the sheening black rails contrasted its company of hard-light dust-lamps and holographic billboards. These sleek technological marvels towered above all, ready to illuminate the darkness of night away once the sun decides to rest beneath the horizon.

On the other hand, the narrow alleyways concealed all that occupy them. Not even the golden celestial body above nor the towering hard light dust lamps could completely illuminate the shadows festering within the space away. Murky brown water pooled in puddles within a crooked cobblestone path, sickly-green moss and soil-brown fungi grew around them, stretching across the cracks between the ground. Garbage haphazardly littered the dark and damp space, showing signs of constant neglectful occupation.

A single matt-black boot crashed down on a puddle, accompanied by an irritated groan.

Jaune Arc was not having a good day. The past several hours have nothing short of absolute insanity, of which he was taking surprisingly well. Though, not without rightful contempt. First was being possessed to fight one of the best students in the academy by some demented god, then it was being woken up by said god and being told that it was his job to save the world. Save. The. World. No stress, just the fate of everything that you know and love just resting on your shoulders is all. Alas, that was not what occupied his mind during the current moment. The predicament that rested within his mind was of a far smaller and personal nature.

"Uhg... I swear. Nora eats twice her weight every day. TWICE! And Ren's somehow even worse!" His weary groans echoed to exit the alley. The boy emerged from the shadows as he dragged his soaked left boot behind him, burdened by a comically large taffy backpack and three plastic bags filled with food items in each hand. "How can a guy so small and so light eat three times his weight!?" Jaune turned left to reach a bus stop. The holographic lights hummed beside the sleek waiting bench.

The taps of his shoes, amplified by the weight of the ridiculously massive pink canvas container, attracted the gaze of Human and Faunus alike. Some pointed and snickered at the sheer absurdity of a teenager carrying a feminine hued piece of travelling equipment thrice his size. Others stared on with dumbstruck expressions of varying degree. Admiration and respect evident on their faces as they looked onwards to the mad-lad who bared the physical strength and balls of huntsmen grade steel to carry that absolute abomination in public.

"Thank Monty that Pyrrha's the second richest person in the school. I don't think anyone in Beacon eats as much as those two." Jaune marched over to the bench and plopped Nora's backpack on the floor, the rest of the groceries on the space beside where he would sit. "They've got the metabolisms to out-burn a hummingbird..." With a sigh of relief, the exhausted boy turned around and collapsed on the bench. His arms fell behind him and his legs splayed outwards.

The soft cyan blue of the Holographic light bounced off of his pearly white chest plate, making it seem to bear a similar yet lighter shade of blue. A whispering breeze dragged the discarded pages of newspapers across the ground, likely pulled out of a garbage can by the said breeze. It had been a long day for Jaune. The events that have transpired have taken a toll on his physical and mental stamina.

"Augh..." Fatigue rode Jaune's shoulders, pushing him down with its malevolent weight. He slightly sagged downwards into the bench as his back squeaked against the glass wall of the bus stop. "What a day..." The words silently slide out of the boy's mouth. His head hung back, and his eyes slowly closed to rest. He wasn't planning on dozing off, though he did need a break. 'I wonder when Squire's gonna pop up again...hope not anytime soon.'

Jaune remembered that the writer was apparently exhausted for whatever reason. 'How does a god get tired?' Thinking about how Squire functioned just made Jaune even more confused and blatantly exhausted. 'I probably shouldn't think about it. My brain's probably 'gonna pop or something...' A warm gust of air shot out of Jaune's mouth as he sighed in resignation. 'I still can't believe that this all happening...'

Time crawled by as Jaune waited for a bus to take him to the nearest Bullhead port. People walked by and gave him glances of curiosity and amusement like he was the main attraction to a travelling show. Well, they were specifically looking at Nora's twelve-foot-tall behemoth of a bag but that's not the point. The oversized sack of pink canvas slumped down to fit within the hard-light-dust boundaries of the bus stop.

It bulged to the brim with various ingredients that both Nora and Ren chow through like a pair of ferocious piranhas. From several different types of syrups to countless species of herbs and spices. A quarter of the various items in the large sack was just all-purpose flour to feed Nora for at least another month. Another quarter, dedicated to the countless health bars and ingredients for some vegetable juice that Ren religiously consumes every day.

The plastic bags were where the groceries, which were not to satiate Ren's and Nora's unstoppable appetites, were held. Huntsmen, in general, consumed far more calories and nutrients than the average person. Aura doesn't make you stronger or faster on its own. It just allows the body to improve even further than what it's naturally capable of doing. Muscle-mass could increase, reflexes could be quicker, and bones could be even denser. All thanks to the rejuvenating and enforcing effects of Aura and a metric fuck ton of food.

What didn't make sense to Jaune was why Ren and Nora ate so much. Nora, he could understand, but Ren was a whole different story. He eats far more than Nora when it comes to both calories and weight. Jaune adorned a contemplative frown at the thought. 'Jeeze. Now that I think about it, Ren's the single hungriest guy in the academy...' Jaune's thoughtful frown quickly twisted upside down. A wordless chuckle reverbed against his teeth and left his nostrils.

At least five minutes had passed since he rested on the bench.

"Hey. Hey dude. You awake, man?"

Blue cobalt eyes snapped open in response to the disturbance of their well appreciated rest. Miniature rivers of red coated the white of the blonde boys eyes, revealing themselves to whoever dared interrupted such a moment of tranquility. Jaune's vision was flooded with white as his eyes attempted to adjust to sudden appearance of the sun...well... suns (plural).

There, stood before him in the way of the sunlight was the silhouette was a very particular individual. Blonde hair similar to his own, tanned skin and grey eyes. Unbuttoned white shirt that loosely hugged his torso, exposing well toned abdominal muscles and light blue jeans that rolled up beneath the knees which revealed a weave of cloth which spiraled down to the middle of his shins. A pair of stylish yellow and black track shoes that adorned his feet and pair of red gauntlets metal wrapped around his forearms of which the two were separated by a pair of cloth that bore a darker hue of the same colour. A gold pendant hung around his neck with a piece of string, and a chain hung from the left side of his white belt and on top of all that, his most defining feature; a monkey tail the curled behind him.

"Heh-Hey, man!" The voice of a familiar fellow blonde faunas scraped against his ears, the same ears that were enjoying a moment of silence. It was the man, the myth, the monkey: Sun Wukong. The monkey faunas who illegally hitched a ride to Vale on a boat and introduced him into the world of alcoholic beverages. His grey eyes shining with excitement and mischief at the fact that he had discovered a well acquaintance individual who shared similar tastes in comics. Grin broad and wide as the shoulder of a professional body builder.

Jaune, however, was not feeling the same vibe. "Hey, Sun..." His words crawled out of his mouth with the enthusiasm of mud. "Sorry, dude, but whatever you're planning on doing, I don't want any part of it..." At that, the exhausted boy slowly closed his eye lids while hoping for his friend to push further. Unfortunately for him, the latter was not going to be happening.

Sun's grin quickly melted into a disappointed frown, yet his eyes still shown the same as before. "What!? C'mon, dude! Uuugh." Sun expressed his less than pleased thoughts verbally with the grace of a hippo attempting to ride a surfboard. "Yo! Dude! Dust Head volume 6 just got released and I heard that we can grab a copy over at a place called Tukson's!" The staff wielder's Unbuttoned white shirt ruffled as he leaned down to meet to further emphasize his point, his actions proved fruitful.

Jaune's eyes snapped open again, the lingering weight of exhaustion still pushing against his eyelids but what his ears had heard had given him a small dose of rejuvenation. Dust Head was among his and Sun's favorite comic series and the realization that the new volume had finally been released after two perilous years of delay and production hell had peaked his interest. "Wait... It's out?" Hope and excitement whirled within the blonde human's heart, it also leaked within his tone.

"YEAH, IT'S OUT. BAY-BEE!" A gauntlet adorned fist pumped to the sky. Sun's excitedly yelled which attracted the attention of a few onlookers. Most of which were already gazing towards the towering pink backpack that slumped beside one of the blonde boys on the bench. "It's limited edition too! We've got to get it right now before they run out of stock!" The monkey faunas' excitement was uncontainable and so would the clumsy knight of beacon's if it wasn't for the fact that he was still dead tired after carrying the weight of the disproportionately massive amounts of groceries which easily outweighed him five times over. Thank goodness for aura and his team's training.

Jaune wanted to come along with Sun, he really did. They both waited for two arduous years for this but, Unfortunately, he had groceries to bring back to his team. "Sorry, Sun. I can't come with." Sun stood back up to full height and scrunched his face in confusion but Jaune continued to solemnly explain. "I've got to bring these groceries back to my team or else Nora and Ren are gonna raid the cafeteria again."

The monkey faunas quickly leaned back and repositioned his focus towards the massive pink canvas bag and the myriad of plastic bags that huddled around it. His face and body language spoke of surprise but soon relaxed as he came to an understanding. "You know what Jaune? How about a deal?" That grin returned with vengeance. Jaune's brows furrowed with confusion and suspicion rose in his gut. "I'll bring the groceries back to your team at Beacon and You-" A finger pointed directly towards a knackered Arc "-grab Dust Head Volume 6 at Tukson's." And so Sun placed both of his closed fists against hips to emphasize his proposition. "Sounds fair?"

The blonde human looked on towards the blonde faunas, mouth open with surprise which then evolved into a smile of gratitude. "Yea-Yeah! That sounds more than fair!" the blonde knight rose to full height and placed both hands to his lower spine to stretch his back. "Yeah! I'll get it. Thanks for the brake Sun." He then pointed a thumb towards the massive pink objects. " You have no idea how heavy this thing is."

"Oh. That won't be a problem, my guy." With a cocky smile, Sun Wukong leaped from his original place and onto the top of the massive pink bag.

"Wa-Wait! what are you-" The team leader was cut short from the sudden appearance of a small squadron of aura constructed Suns. They all glowed a transparent golden hue of which fought against the cyan blue of holographic signs of the bus stop. "-doing..." The real Sun sat atop the massive monstrosity with both his legs crossed and palms meeting together in a way similar to that of a prayer. From there the Sun clones picked up each and every one of the plastic bags with one hand before lifting Nora's with one arm each with the real Sun still on board.

"You get that comic book, alright? We've been waiting of that things release for two frickin' years!" At that the sun clones marched away from the bus stop, grocery bags in hand and the Real Sun Riding atop the Twelve foot bag like a Vacuan emperor riding on his luxurious palanquin. "I'll see you later at Beacon, Jaune! Don't forget to pick up Dust Head!" And so, The Monkey King; Sun Wukong of the pink palanquin rode off down the street and going forth into his journey to the west, directly towards the general direction of the nearest bullhead port and leaving behind an awe struck Arc behind at the bus stop.

"..."

"I wish I had a semblance like that..." Before long he remembered he was still at the bus stop and realized a bus coming stop his way. Jaune then realized something quite amusing. "He didn't even take the bus." A chuckle escaped his mouth as he waited to board onto the two storied red vehicle which housed a platoon of people. It stopped, and so, Jaune boarded the bus. He passed by a variety of individuals on his quest locate an available space.

Children, teenagers, adults and the elderly peppered the inside of the first floor, but soon, after a few uneven steps, he found that back seats were devoid of any occupants. The boy gleefully approached the his new place of refuge and heavily plopped down onto the cloth like padding that granted him rest. "Finally" Thus, Jaune waited to arrive at his destination, while all taking the opportunity to finally have an undisturbed nap.

...

or so he thought.

Pressure. Pressure was all Jaune could feel. He felt weight and pressure press from within his own skin. He felt his flesh prickle against against the inside of his skin as static danced across his nerves and with a hesitant grimace, slowly opened his eyes. He honestly wished he kept them closed. "ARGH!" Burning Bright Beams of light assaulted his unfortunate corneas as they painted a picture for Jaune to observe his not-so-new environment.

"What the heck!?" Jaune's quickly shut his eyelids left arm darted before his face to protect his sensitive aperture from the onslaught of colour the permeated through his tensed fingers. As soon as he had adjusted to intensity of the unpleasant surprise, he slowly peeled his lids back to take in the sudden change of scenery. "...Oh c'mon..." Placing his arm away, Jaune protested against the situation in vain. whether he liked it or not, he knew exactly where he was.

The Mind Scape.

"Oh C'MON! WHAT THE HECK!?" Although Jaune no longer felt tired or fatigued under some odd phenomena, he still verbally expressed his distaste for his situation. Slouching into a seating position and then pressing a foot against the grass padded ground, he lifted himself up to stand. The wind blew against him just like before as the damp grass lapped at his shoes. Flowers of all shapes and colours basked bellow the sunlight and just like before, Cyan crystals stood tall and formed rivers that slithered across the land.

'As soon as I thought I gonna catch a break.' The boy delved deeper into his thoughts to analyze what had occurred. His first and immediate conclusion was that the, in his words, 'all powerful jerk' was about to pop into thin air and make him do something he'd rather not do. His prior conversations with the raging reality warper gave him enough of a reason to avoid doing what. Squire planned on getting Jaune to kill someone at some point in the future, a fact that the boy took no comfort in.

As if his dying universe had hear his thoughts and decided to be malevolent just for the sake of shit s and giggles, that's exactly what happened.

A quick and violent flash of white consumed Jaune's vision and the sound of something similar to that of a bell being stretched across space-time rippled through the air. Again, Jaune had to shield his eyes from such an intense burst of light. He instinctually took a quick half step back and bent his knees to lower his profile to gain a better sense of balance. So, there before him, lazily floating in the air as if lying on an invisible levitating couch, the root of all the insanity that had occurred throughout the day and the reason why he got into a spar with Weiss in the first place with ethereal blue orbs the shined through the dark shadow of his metal hat:

Squire.

("Sup, Jaune?")

I'm back, baby.