Heavy, Light, Rickety, or Quiet, the type of Bullhead to ride on is a matter of personal preference. The bullhead can be stuffed with weapon-clad huntsmen, regular people going about their day, or even empty, like a hollowed-out egg.

This particular one is filled with mostly regular people retiring for the night, and is oddly quiet. There is one out of place figure in this crowd. And he's got a new weapon. And a cool one at that.


Two sentences that start with And in a row is bad writing.


The bag is in his hand, ready for it's regular filling, but it doesn't come. His exuberance paints the bullhead in a cheery yellow. Too bad no one else cares to see it. The ride ends, and the bag is given back to the driver.


I used this fancy word correctly, but also fuck me for using that kind of word.


"Nothin today? You remembered ya motion pills?"

He didn't.

"Oh shit! I almost forgot them! Thanks for reminding me!"

He gets back on the bullhead and goes back for motion sickness pills. The brightness continues on. The trip there is completely uneventful. Jaune even goes back to playing scroll games on the way.

He gets off and runs in the grocery store. Where are the pills? It's already 9:30. He goes to their usual spot and, on the top shelf, there are two packs left. YES!

Jaune grabs one and puts it in his cart. While he's here, he might as well get some cooking ingredients… He's still gotta cook that food for Yatsuhashi after all…

But what to buy? There's too many choices. Does he cook a pasta dish? What about a chicken thing? Hell, even homemade pizza sounds good right about now…

There's just too much. How about something that he hasn't done before?

"I've never tried to fix any stuffed turkey before…"

He's done all kinds of food; lasagna, chili, even some frozen yogurt. But never something stuffed like this…

But of course, he has to get the most important ingredient, the turkey. He has to search all throughout the freezer section for this one, but eventually finds a plump 15 pounder that looks perfect for filling. Gotta get the stuffing now!

No way in hell is Jaune gonna go for a boxed version. It's homemade or nothing. Luckily, bread is easy to find. 5 loaves later, the top of his cart is full of carbs. He's already got some eggs and butter, so now it's just a long march for the many, many spices.

The smells of the spices beckon for him as he approaches the rack. Containers are swapped in and out as his mind scrolls thorough a recipe book. The cart begins to get filled with various bags and tubes of spice.

Other shoppers are a little curious at what is going on, so they stick around a bit to watch him go.

And boy is Jaune going. His hands are moving a mile a minute, putting down spices, picking them up, and eventually building his collection up inside the walls of the cart. As the last container falls in, a small tube of cloves to be precise, his face morphs into a satisfied expression.

All done!

The onlookers quickly scurry away before they can be noticed. But Jaune is in his own little world now, thinking about all of the culinary possibilities. He sails down the main aisle toward the registers, but a small disturbance pulls him out of the daydream.

"Ren! Lemme guess, cooking for Nora again?"

He merely nods, but the multiple pounds of flour, eggs, and butter sitting inside his cart do all the talking that could ever be needed.

"I notice that you got a new weapon."

"Yep. Just got it from the weapons shop on the other side of Vale."

"Interesting. Have you given it a name?"

"Not yet."

Silence takes over.

"…...Well, I hope I get to see it in action during sparring class."

"I'm sure you'll see it."

The conversation ends right there. Very odd. But whatever. No time to think, the turkey is warming up as we speak!


Odd is an understatement. That's another basically useless conversation. Maybe it's my tendency to just expand things big seemingly at random.


Jaune quickly checks out all of the goods and gets back on the bullhead. He is still exuding that trademark brightness, but it is covered up more by all of the bags he has to carry. Bag handles line his arms, hands, and even a few were delicately placed on his weapon for safe keeping.

It's a bit of a balancing act, but he gets through it with ease. He's very lucky the motion sickness didn't rear its head back around on this ride, as all those spices would have been completely ruined.

He gets back to Beacon past 10, and finally makes it back to his dorm, concluding this long, yet fruitful journey.

Wait a minute, he didn't get any-

Jaune is back on Grimm Wars 2, but this time, instead of riding a tiger around and shredding Grimm, he just hops on and explores the world. They sure put a lot of effort into this one small island. The extra pipes, the secret room that houses some gold, the island itself is 100% fully textured…

His weapon sits on the bed next to him while he plays. The question that Ren asked earlier comes back to his head; he doesn't have a name yet for this weapon, does he…

Where did the name Crocea Mors even come from anyway? All Jaune know is that it's what the name was when he first got a look at the thing… And he never really saw fit to change it. But he has no one to gift a name to him now, so what next?

The open area of the factory roof is a great view. Looking out, one can see the whole of Merlot Island from up here. One can see the few Grimm that continue on despite Jaune's best extermination efforts, and the ominous atmosphere of the whole map acting like a blanket, covering it all.

Suddenly, a lightbulb flickers. That's it! Such a good name.

Arcus Rinato.

*insert audience clapping and cheering here*


Not such a good name. I can't name for shit. I'm the kind of person to name a dog Spot, so yeah.

I got told in a comment that my explaining of Jaune's new weapon earlier was bad. Was that person right? Probably.


With that all sorted out, and with classes coming tomorrow, he turns the game off, sets his weapon up on the side of his bed, puts on his Pumpkin Pete pajamas, and crawls into bed, with his eyes slowly fluttering shut. Sleep comes almost instantly.

...

Oh boy 3 AM!

But no sneaking or nefarious shenanigans this time around. Tonight is a night of quiet. Lay back down and go to sleep.

Awwwwwww… :(

As the sun begins to rise on another glorious day, birds line the trees surrounding the academy. One of these birds is the large, bold, silhouette of a bird, the lovely crow. This crow in particular has a special glint in his eye…

He stands proud, keeping a watchful look over the inhabitants. But he seems to be.. Frowen-ing. What's wrong, crow?

"CAW!"

And it flies away. I wish I knew where he was going…

- (A/N: I know, I know. I've already cut my hands off and put duct tape over my mouth. I won't make a pun like that again.)


Frowen was a person that commented on many of my chapters when this was originally posted. They wanted Qrow to pop up and give Jaune some training and stuff. They're a cool person, and there's a chance he is reading this right now. If he is… hi! You're a good person. Hell, he/she's part of the reason I continued as long as I did with this.


"MMMMMMPH!" Jaune stretches out his arms as the alarm blares. signifying the start of the day. He gently taps his scroll to turn off the alarm, and slowly rises to his feet.

What to have for breakfast? Oum knows he's got enough in the fridge now to make just about anything he could want… but today is a lazy day. He'll leave the cooking for later…

What are they having for breakfast today? Jaune checks his scroll and- Pancakes! This is gonna be good.

He straps the gun on his belt and takes off for the cafeteria. But it's still 6:30, and it isn't open yet. Fuck.

But that's nothing on him right now. He turns around and walks outside to enjoy the cool sunrise for a while and play some scroll games.

And that he does. The chilly breeze stands in perfect contrast to the otherwise sunny sky. Other than the occasional student walking around, there is only one interruption of this nice break…

An inflamed Yang marches into view, holding a vibrantly red huntress in her arms. Even though she is still gauntletless, Jaune does not dare enter her line of sight, staying still in a corner, as if she was a T-Rex. She passes by harmlessly, storming into the academy without deviating from her straight-line path.

But why was Ruby down for the count like that? He can only think of one reasonable explanation…

Sugar Coma.

Well, at least pancakes don't have any danger of that. Speaking of which, it's time to get some!

Jaune rushes over and gets there early enough to where there isn't even a line. He goes to sit down in his usual spot, but a familiar object is in that place. Or, more specifically, a familiar stack.

This one is higher than ever, reaching 8 feet high, far, far outside of Nora's reach. How does she even eat this? He sits down and watches, noticing Yatsu on the left, who seems to be doing the same thing.

"Do you think Ren would know how she eats all of this?"

"Doubt it."

They each have one normal-sized stack, and come to a quick unspoken agreement to eat them while watching Nora go. But both of them forgot that this was Nora they were dealing with. Her 8-foot stack gets vacuumed up before either of them finish their own.

They both sit in shock.

"Jaune-Jaune! I see you have a new weapon!"

Both Nora and Yatsu stare at him.

"Oh! Uh yeah! I got it made yesterday, Arcus Rinato." He takes the weapon out and demonstrates its sword functionality.

"That is very interesting." Nora shows her agreement with a beaming face, staring at it like a child stares at someone juggling chainsaws.

"I think she wants to see more demonstrations. Let us finish eating."

Jaune and Yatsu quickly finish their respective plates and prepare to head out.

"Well, where are we going, Jaune?"

He's got just the place to go to demonstrate his new weaponry.

"The arenas. I'm fighting some droids!"

Jaune runs down there, with Nora and Yatsu rushing behind him.

(A/N: I told you not to get your hopes up too much. The next chapter will not have any RWBYPC or Ren or anyone else at all. We all deserve a break from time to time.)