Welcome to my new story, I just want to say that I do not own RWBY or any of the characters, the OC's can be found on Wiki.

I only want to say that I've tweaked them a little. And for future chapters this story is not going to be a light one hence the M rating, you have been warned

I hope you enjoy!

"You cant ignore me forever."

"..."

"Jaune I can understand your hesitation to accept me, but the world as you know it is in great danger."

"..." the voice that has no body, only received the sound of irritated sighs and scribbling pencils.

"It is a lot for a child as yourself to comprehend the dangers of this world, with your faces constantly glued to your scrolls. So let me open your eyes to the REAL world that you live in, At the edge of Remnant in a location yet to be found. A woman or rather a Witch named Salem-"

Having already listened to the voices speech the first hundred times it was told, Jaune does his best to block out the voice and focus on the Holo screen in front of him. He was in History his least favorite class, but it was his last class of the day afterwards he could finally go home and blast some music to drown out this voice.

Looking up at the clock over the door he sees that it's only a few more minutes until they were normally released, 'If I can just make it home I'll be fine.' he thinks pulling at his hair discreetly as to not alarm any of his classmates. 'I thought that hearing voices in your head was only for crazy people… I guess I'll need to visit the doctor to see if there is any way to fix this.'

"Is my company so appalling that you have to seek medical help?"

'When you've been talking non stop since I woke up this morning, and about an age when magic and gods ruled this earth?' he thinks in response, speaking for the first time to this voice.

"..."

'What no retort about how important it is for me to rush off to Vale and ready the next generation of Huntsman and Huntresses, or how I should start training my body and Aura? By the way what the fuck is Aura?! You have done nothing but talk talk and talk, did you care if the revelation that a voice in my head might freak me out? No you're too worried about some woman that is immortal and can control Grimm!'

"..."

The voices' silence was almost deafening to Jaune, "Thank gods." he mumbles with a sigh of relief.

"I didn't realize that my class was so boring " the gruff and steely voice of brings Jaune out of his thoughts.

Looking up Jaune sees that his History teacher is standing right in front of his desk with his arms crossed over his chest, his salt and pepper hair slicked back with jell and his brows pulled down in an unhappy manner.

Sitting up Jaune rubs the back of his neck, "Sorry about that, I've just had a migraine all day today and my grades can already tell you that I have a hard time…" he trails off seeing his teacher shake his head disapprovingly.

"Keep your excuses just be glad we were only going over the answers for the test on monday-." is interrupted by the bell ringing signaling the end of the calls and the end of the day for students.

With a sigh he waves to the eager students to go, shooting Jaune a warning look he exits the class and is swallowed by the mob of students who are trying to leave.

"Great, just great." Jaune grumbles getting up from his seat and packing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Not needing to ride the bus to get home and living not too far away from school Jaune doesn't need to have to ride, so he is able to pass through the crowd and not have to wait in line to get on an assigned bus.

As he leaves the school grounds the voice's moment of silence ends, "Jaune…"

Sighing Jaune responds, 'Yes?'

"I would like to apologize for my behavior, I will not make excuses for how I treated this situation."

'Quite poorly if you ask me.'

"Yes… it was also rude to think that by repeating myself over and over would it convince you to listen. I was a teacher at one point and my actions were not that of a professional, I apologize again."

Shaking his head, Jaune looks around the road he was walking, since it was the end of day the streets were packed with parents and siblings or other family/friends coming to pick up the students.

"Are you not going home?"

Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time he should have known the voice already noticed the direction he was headed wasn't the same from this morning, jaune shakes his head. 'No one will be home for a few more hours, and as long as you don't decide to start another rant… I don't see the point in going home so early…'

"I see…"

Jaune really hoped the voice understood what he meant, because his family couldn't afford him blasting music constantly. It might even set off his sisters 'protective mode' thinking that he might be depressed, or being bullied again. His sisters were too busy to take off work and he couldn't bring himself to trouble them again.

Turning left at the next corner Jaune steps onto the marketplace of Argus, normally marketplaces would only be found in larger, more stable towns that could afford to keep itself running. But Argus was an anomaly of sorts, it was one of if not THE oldest frontier town in history, and it was constantly under attack.

That would- no that should drive off anyone with a working brain from visiting, sadly in this day and age parents weren't the most reliable source of being a role model, with 10 year olds earning more money than the average man. Adults would tend to become irrational and more lenient on the rules that their parents held them too.

Which to Jaune he found it stupid for an adult to incurage their child to make chices of their own even if there is a life teaching hidden between the lines. 'How can they learn something when they were never taught to read those words?' he would always ask himself.

But enough about his beliefs, as he walks down the stalls he stops here and there when noticing something that peaked his interest. 'I wonder how much this is?' he wonders holding up an old antique action figure. It was from some old show he used to watch about five differently colored heroes that fought crime and could transform.

It was really fun to watch as a kid but as he grew up it became dull, but this action figure if restored a little bit could be sold for quite a lot of money.

"Like what you see boy?" the old stall owner asks with a smile as he comes out from behind a cloth door that blocks the back area of his area.

Setting down a box he had brought out next to where Jaune was standing he took the action figure to examine it, "how much?" Jaune was already planning on how he could repair it for cheap and then sell it for more.

"50 Lien." the man says curtly.

Jaune couldn't hide his grimace, he didn't have that kind of money on hand. He only had enough to get him lunch and dinner for the next week, and even then that only amounted to 20 Lien.

The booth tender noticed his grimace and shook his head, "Sorry kid but everything in my booth is non negotiable, everything is for the price it's marked at. That is just the beauty of my goods. I NEVER change the price once I've decided on it."

With a sigh of defeat he hangs his head, 'Damn it, I could have made at least three times that.' he thinks sowerly at the loss of money that would have helped his family even just a little.

"Jaune look to your left!"

Already in a bad mood from the loss of money and the voices actions would have made him ignore the voice once more, but something about the urgency in its tone made him curious.

The voice wanted him to look into the box that the owner had just set down, and after a few moments he found what the voice wanted.

It was a handle

With a silver color and gold swirls, the handle didn't seem to have a hidden feature or use besides being a handle of what could be a sword. 'Definitely not a mecashift, it's too old for it to be.' He knew that even the smallest things could turn into a Grimm destroying weapon.

Tapping one of the exposed gears he couldn't help but marvel at how calm he felt with it in his hands, it was as if his self conscious knew that with this handle he could take on anything or anyone that came his way.

"Huh, never seen it do that before." the owner says drawing Jaune out of his trance.

The clear crystal at the end of the handle was glowing a dull white, like a flashlight using up the last of its batteries.

"I thought it was just a broken weapon but maybe it could have some value-" Jaune jerks back from the owner making him pause his attempt to take it back.

The man did not seem happy with Jaunes reaction, "Listen here kid, give me that back we both know that you can afford it." he says reaching for it again.

"Jaune you MUST buy Souvenirs verts, she is the only weapon in existence that can withstand my fighting style which will come in handy when you are in danger!"

Moving back a step Jaune looks at the price and then back to the owner of the stall, "I'll… I'll buy it…" he says not knowing what else to say, ever since this voice has been in his head the stress and aggravation towards it has just kept growing and mounting, turning into a nasty mountain of hormonal emotions.

But with this handle-no this weapon, he felt like all of the stress had been lifted ever so slightly. It wasn't removed or erased but some of it was lifted off his throat so he could breath with a bit more ease, so even without the voices words he would have bought it.

"Haha, kid. I made a mistake on pricing the thing. It's a weapon not a toy, so give it back so I can change the price…"

'Wha?...'

The area had suddenly gotten quiet, no birds were chirping, no wagons being pulled or cars passing, no one was speaking either. Looking around Jaune finds himself in the middle of the road with the booth owner now sweating bullets under the gaze of everyone now staring at him.

"Did you hear that?! Old man Grate is trying to change the price of his item!"

"No way!"

"I never would have thought I would see this day come true."

"Hahaha! You owe me 10 lien!"

The normally busy and never ending crowd had come to a standstill, with everyone looking at the now named Grate and himself.

It was then that Jaune remembered what the man had said earlier, "But I thought you said you never change the price once you've decided." he taunts under the disguise of innocence.

Now dripping in sweat the man tries to save his reputation, "I- wait, I mean… um it was put too high and hasn't been selling so I decided to lower the price… yes that's it!" he says nodding his head while trying to not burst into a million pieces under the gaze of the crowd.

Giving the man a thankful smile, he hands him half of his lien. Which the man takes 'gratefully' and returns to his shop to hide from the eyes that watch his every movement.

Moving into the crowd Jaune slips Souvenirs verts into his belt and keeps moving now far happier with the weapons weight on his hip.

Even though it made him walk slightly lopsided, it was heavier then it looked.

"What are your plans now?"

Shrugging to himself he pulls his hood up, 'I just blew half my food money for a while, so I was thinking of making some money with the daylight left at the labor office.'

"Are you not tired from school? You also haven't slept very well in a few days, along with your lack of lunch-"

'I will be fine, I've gone longer off less.' he says cutting the voice off.

Jaune could feel the voice shifting through his mind as images and memories he would rather forget completely were shown to him, "...It seems you have…"

That was great, the voice could doubt him and even look through his past.

Just great.

Exiting the market Jaune turned down a few more confusing turns before arriving at an average looking building, it was three stories tall and had several windows on each floor.

Entering the building Jaune is greeted with a familiar sight of bleached white tiles and walls that blinds you if you stair at them for too long, 'welcome to my home away from home.' he says sarcastically walking towards the jobs section.

'Lets see here… cleaning a house for 100 lien… lawn work for 20 lien… construction work for 120 lien… babysitting for 40 lien… extermination of a Single Grimm 1,000 lien…'

Those were the best options on the board, the cleaning would take longer than most and didn't have a garantie they wouldn't just trash a room, send in some pictures, and claim he didn't do anything.

The lawn work was too vague, it could be mowing the lawn, trimming the bushes, cleaning out a garden bed, or all three with more. So it wasn't worth it but maybe.

Construction work usually lied about the hours and then worked you harder until you couldn't move at all, along with the lack of insurance made it a huge risk but it was still on the maybe list.

And then there was babysitting which was the most dangerous one, the parents could be irresponsible and leave their kids in danger before he got there and if they even had the smallest scratch they would try and press charges on him and then use those charges to blackmail him to babysit more and the hole would only get deeper. Sadly, it was still on the list of possibilities.

And then lastly, the Grimm extermination quest. With a sigh he turns away from it and looks back at the others, even if it was only a single Grimm the details were vague as the rest, it could be small it could be bit, it could be a new born or an Alpha of a pack that's hiding in the bushes.

"The hunting quest is the best one and the safest at that, you are good at finding the good from bad but you are still lacking, the quest would have never been approved if it had not been confirmed already the threat and the bounty made to match it. That being said it would help you and your family the most by taking it and getting rid of the Grimm that way you can rest easily for the next few days."

'I think you're forgetting something.'

"And that would be?"

'I'm a highschool student that has had very little training in combat, I don't have the skills to take on a Grimm of any size.'

"And I believe you have forgotten something young, Arc."

'What's that?'

"You have over a milina of fighting experience at your disposal, you have a weapon that goes with half that knowledge, your body is no huntsmans, but you have been working yourself to the bone every day trying to help your family placing your fitness up there among top athletes, and you have your grandfather's old armor and weapon at home which by the looks of it is on the way to the quest. So I would say that you are more than ready.

Looking back to the paper Jaune feels his hand itching to take the chance, to experience a real fight, to fight the monsters of darkness, and finally give his family a moment to breath… and if this worked out then he could do it again and again to keep earning money for them.

'But what about funeral costs?' Jaune wasn't stupid, he knew that Hunters went missing all the time, and a funeral was very costly the minimum amount for a proper funeral was around 2,000 lien double the offered amount. So was the risk worth it?

"...god damn it."

"I understand the reason for stopping at your house for the Armor, but why are you bringing the sword as well?"

His internal voice asks slightly annoyed at Jaune for some reason, "It feels wrong to wear my grandfather's armor but not carry his weapon, besides it evens me out." true to what he said while wearing the sword and its sheath on his left hip and his new weapon on the right he no longer leaned to one side unevenly.

"It slows you down."

"Whatever, we both know that the armor weighs me down the most so stop complaining." he says adjusting his hoodie to be more comfortable under the chest piece and arm guards.

"That may be but we both also know that you have no idea how to wield Crocea Mors, so thus it will only slow you down."

Raising a brow at the voices hostility towards the weapon, "Well one, I have you for the experience and knowledge parts I only need you to guide me through the process and teach me. And two what is with your hostility towards my grandfather's sword? What did it stab you or something?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...it did, didn't it."

"Quite you babbling child."

"Hahahaha!" he couldn't hold it in, that was just so funny to Jaune, the voice that had lived for aparat milina was holding a grudge against a weapon!

Ignoring the looks he was receiving from the people around him, one man in particular seemed to be very offended but Jaune pushed that aside to be distracted with how funny the voices misery was.

"It's not funny! How would you feel if you were killed by the same weapon over and over again by the same family?!"

Now that was interesting, 'But Crocea Mors is only like 100 years old max' he thinks with a chuckle escaping his lips.

"That… that… minus! Has been around as long as I have, the first Arc made it out of metals only found from the forgotten ages or the heart of the Grimm lands, and for some reason it always finds me and ends my life!"

Rolling his eyes Jaune lets out a laugh, "what is it going to take to settle this?"

"One large, Death wish coffee, with three sugars, whipped cream and milk."

"...really? That's it?"

"Yes, I will forgive and forget after getting some coffee AND control over your body so I can taste all of it and all of its glory!"

'The coffee is fine and all but I'll have to think about taking control of my body.'

"Then you can forget my help!"

Sighing, he shakes his head, "So demanding over something so simple, fine it's a deal."

"Then let's quit wasting time! I hear the heavenly bells of coffee ringing my name!"

"This feels weird."

"You'll get used to it after some time."

"I'm only staying like this until you finish that coffee, and then I WILL take my body back."

"I think you underestimate my ability in being able to make a coffee last."

Rolling is intangible eyes Jaune circles his body, when the voice had told him about how it felt to be in its position Jaune had thought it had been exaggerating but it really did feel like he was swimming in an ocean of jelly.

While floating in the air only attached to his body through a chain, he was able to fly around and look into buildings and down hallways without knocking anything over.

It was really fun until he accidentally went into a bathroom and saw an old woman getting out of the shower. "Yuck." he says shivering at the horrid image now burned into his mind.

'We're here.' the voice that now controlled his body says.

Looking around Jaune realizes this is the same pasture where little kids are taken to play outside the walls, that would explain the emergency of the quest being placed on the normal jobs list.

Surprisingly they weren't alone there was an entire crowd of people seemingly waiting on him. "What's all this? I thought this area was supposed to be empty because of the Grimm."

'It was but that man from Atlas that you pissed off has apparently taken care of it while waiting for you."

"Why would he be waiting for me?! What did I do?!"

'What you don't remember?'

"Remember what?!"

'He was giving a speech about how everyone in your town could now rest at ease because Atlas had sent them a brand new weapon along with a pilot, that's the guy you pissed off, and he challenged you to a fight with not only money but the Weapon on the line. Typical things really.' the voice explains while taking a sip of coffee.

And as if on cue a giant robot stomps its way out of the tree line with the dissolving body of the Grimm Jaune was supposed to kill. The robot was at least five times the size of Jaune, with huge bulky arms that had thick metal places to protect it, it was white and black with the words Atlesian Paladin-290 painted on the side.

Tossing the dead Grimm at Jaunes feet, the front of the paladin opens up and shows the man from before standing with a smirk and an confident air around him.

"I was starting to think that you weren't going to show up!" the man calls pushing back his hair that had enough grease in it to keep at least ten Paladins well oiled. "I even got so bored that I went on a hunt for this beast that has almost taken a few of your town's children."

"What a douchebag."

Nodding his-my head slightly in agreement, the voice- 'my name is Ozpin'

…

Ozpin takes a sip of his coffee while keeping Jaunes hood in place covering the majority of his face, the only part visible was his mouth.

"What, not going to say anything, child?" the man taunts.

Taking another sip Ozpin shrugs at the man, "I would rather get this little scuffle over with so I can find a buyer for MY new Paladin."

That seemed to stir up the crowd, "hahaha! Arrogant aren't you, why don't you speed this up then and kneel, and apologise for insulting Atlas and its superior technology!"

Sighing Jaunes body starts to walk towards the Paladin, the speed wasn't full of purpose, nore did it seem slow, it was like he was out for a mid day strole. A small calm smile on his lips.

The man seeing his calm nature glares at him, "I hope you can really pay the 5,000 you promised kid, and if not then I'll find your parents and make them pay the money you lost."

"Good luck finding them!" Jaune yells back not realizing that he was still only watching and not actually in control.

"Can you afford it? After losing your paladin I imagine that you will be out of a job and be fined for the expenses to make another." Ozpin shoots back ever the calm.

The pilot only growls a rude reply about dirt poor children before shutting the hatch and the Paladin comes to life.

Not wasting any time the pilot sends the Robot at him like a bull charging an open field, not caring if he would be hurt or not.

But Ozpin doesn't seem fazed by the charging hunk of metal, 'Jaune.' he thinks, grabbing the boy's attention from the Paladin. 'What do you think the odds are for winning this fight?'

"Is this really the time?! Shouldn't you be fighting? Or I don't know running?!"

'The first steps in beating your opponent is knowing the chance of winning vs the chance of losing, that way we can avoid losing people and keeping families together. Now again what are the chances?'

'I… I don't know… like 0.1%?'

Nodding Jaunes head he pulls out his scroll, 'Close, it's more around 0.0000009% chance.' on the scrolls screen Jaune is Ozpin open a gambling site that is often displayed on some tv shows. And just like he said on a page between a picture of himself and the Paladin was his odds of winning.

'What is your account number?'

"My what?"

'You know, the number in which you hold money, I know you have one with a few lien in it for a rainy day.'

"...5612231…"

With a few clicks Jaune watched as Ozpin put one lien on his side on the website, before clicking the scroll off and jumping back.

Much to Jaunes horror one of the Paladin's massive arms struck the ground where he was once standing. 'Now watch and learn how a little bit of coffee can go a long way.'

The Pilot must have been used to fighting on even and paved ground, and not soft soil. The robot's arm had broken through the ground and is now stuck in the soft dirt, the pilot was now trying to get the bot free.

Ozpin takes advantage of this situation and calmly walks up to the Paladin and steps onto the giants arm, the next step carried him towards the shoulder, and the next had him close to the cockpit where Jaune could hear the pilot screaming in rage from within.

Taking one last sip with a sigh of please and peace leaving his-Jaunes body he takes off the lid and pores the remaining coffee onto the cockpits latch.

"Come on that cant-"

CLICK

With a hiss the latch release and the hatch door opens to reveal a panicking Pilot, pulling Crocea Mors from its sheath he levels the blade at the man's throat. "I believe that is the match… now get out of my Paladin." grabbing the man by the collar of his uniform Ozpin tosses him to the ground before taking his seat and closing the hatch blocking out the world.

Relaxing his body in the chair he watches at the world is pulled up on a massive screen with all the functions and controls mapped out for the Pilot. "And that my dear companion is how you earn not only a lot of Lien but also get a vehicle of multiple terrains and a suit of armor for only the cost of one coffee."

DING

Feeling himself being pulled back into his body Jaune lets himself be pulled in, the next time he opens his eyes he is now in control of his body and a large machine that was with hundreds of thousands of Lien.

Pulling out his scroll he sees that it's a notification from his bank, opening it he feels his jaw hit the floor of the cockpit.

10,812 Lien

That ridiculous number stared back at him from his screen, 'I think I died.'

"And now that is left to get this Paladin to your home and get a good cup of coffee before sleeping."

'What about the money the pilot bet?'

"Don't worry about him, the media and his superiors wont let him get away with not paying, though I would recommend taking the keys and disabling the power pack before locking up tonight, I wouldn't put it past the man to try and steal the paladin back to save his hide."

It took a bit of maneuvering but he finally got the Paladin's arm free, and before heading home Jaune stopped at the same coffee shop he had visited before and ordered the same as before but leaving a very generous tip for the waitress.

When getting home he didn't really have a place to park it so he backed it up against the side of the house and as instructed disabled the battery and took the keys from every lock on the thing. Walking in the house through the front door he is met with the sight of all seven of his sisters standing before him with serious looks on their faces.

And it worked as a terrifying sight for the most part, until it reached his little sisters who were trying their best but still looked adorable.

"Jaune Danal Arc!" his oldest sister Bianca Arc calls from the front of the pack.

"Oh~ your full name! Someone is in trouble now!~"

"Aw fuz buckets."

To others this handle would look useless but to Jaune… it felt familiar even though he had never seen it before. Just by holding it in his hand he knew that it was indeed a handle but there was no missing piece it was all there and in almost perfect shape aside from a few scratches along the thin guard or trigger.