Welcome to ch 1 of The ProfessionARC. Made readable by JJD.
I do not own RWBY.
CH 1
Every ecosystem has an Apex predator. Something that stands above the rest, something that brings order to the chaos. Take the Alpha Beowulf for instance:
It stands twice as tall as its more common brethren, it has claws and teeth that can cleave through flesh and steel with equal ease, it has limited intelligence that makes it far more dangerous than any physical advantage it has over other Beowolves, and it can run at incredible speeds.
Our Alpha Beowulf is currently running at those speeds...our Alpha Beowulf is not currently the Apex predator.
The new Apex predator of the forest had appeared in a flurry of cold steel and colder rage. It had killed the Alpha's pack. It had killed them with fire, it had killed them with choking gas, it had driven them into carefully laid traps. It was in hot pursuit of the Alpha now. There could be no question of who owned the forest.
The Alpha's head whipped back and forth, its heightened senses trying to locate the new threat.
It didn't have to look far. It skidded to a halt as its eyes fell upon the new predator, standing directly in its path.
The new Apex stood well short of the Alpha. It carried two blades, one out and gleaming, slick with the blood of its pack, and another still sheathed on its hip. The new predator's cloak billowed in the wind, pulling the hood off to reveal a crop of messy blond hair.
The Alpha growled and readied itself for the coming battle - there could only be one king of the forest.
Jaune Arc stood steady under the gaze of the creature - there could only be one king of the forest.
The Alpha roared as it shot forth, razor sharp claws extend and ready to rend the flesh of the usurper.
"Jaune, do you know the dumbest thing they teach people at combat prep schools?"
Jaune stepped aside and let the assault flow by, blade cutting into the exposed flesh of the passing beast. Fear brought on the creature's desperation, and desperation would get you killed, it had killed the pack.
"It's that you should FIGHT Grimm."
The Alpha howled in agony and turned to kill it pursuer.
He was no longer there.
It buckled as it felt something bite into its leg, rendering the limb useless. It tried desperately to catch the boy with its claws or snapping maw. The young man danced, and blow after blow glided by as if predetermined by fate. The Apex was untouchable.
"Now, now, don't give me that look. I'm serious. You should never, EVER, try to fight Grimm"
The new predator's foot caught on something on the forest floor, its stance shifted, it hesitated for a moment. The Alpha knew this would be its best, and only chance to reclaim its throne.
"What you should do…"
The Alpha lunged, its maw gapping as it bore down on its now vulnerable assailant. It was met with a new piece of steel, this one halting the beast assault, as the shield slammed into the Beowulf's skull. The Alpha was reeling, its limited mind searching for an escape, a way to stop the pain.
The Apex didn't make it wait long.
"... is kill them"
Jaune's blade sliced into, and through the Alpha's throat, removing its head in a single stroke. He watched as the lifeless body fell at his feet and began to fade.
He spoke for the first time that night.
"What a pain in the ass."
He looked towards nearby mountain, and barely visible cave
"Guess it's time to finish this job."
Jaune Arc stared at monster in front of him. He knew he couldn't fight it - nor could he afford to run. He didn't feel fear, but rather resignation. If it were up to him, he wouldn't even be here - but he took the contract, and thus had to do the job. Running away now would be… unprofessional.
He sighed, looking over the beast again - its oval, relatively small head, when compared to rest of the body. Long wings, stretching almost 20 meters, and a big, round belly, that he knew he would see from inside soon enough. Just like the forty or so people behind him.
And just as the monstrosity let out mighty roar, and started to stir to life - a voice sounded. It was female, calm, sounded bored, and somehow, pleased at the same time, when it announced cruel fate of every person in this gathering:
"Passenger plane to Vale taking off in ten minutes. All passengers, please board the ship. I repeat, all passengers please board airship to Vale"
Jaune sighed again and followed the crowd to the boarding ramp. It's not that he was afraid of flying - it was not a option in his line of business. He just didn't really care for the experience. It might have something to do with his motion sickness. Sure, Aura helped a lot, as did his self-made herbal medicine, but still, it wasn't a pleasant experience.
Taking a seat close to window, and on far end of plane, he took one last look at the town he spent the past few days in.
It was small, more of a village really, but it had bar, hospital (one with actual doctors, and decent equipment), and - what was perhaps the biggest surprise - a rather large library. The only reason it had airport, one with regular flights to and from Vale, was because area was quite pleasant, and relatively free of Grimm. This made it a popular resting spot for Vale's middle and upper class. Jobs in this area were usually easy, and paid well - perfect for a lone freelancer like himself.
This had been one of those jobs - escorting some VIP family. Three day trip, relatively safe area, and the client covered the cost of lodging. Jaune smiled. They turned out to be very nice people. The biggest problem he encountered on the job was his client nine years old daughter. She was quite spoiled, but after some… negotiations she and Jaune had come to an understanding.
Sweets - they had yet to fail him.
Heh, it's almost like first time I met Samantha. His eyebrows narrowed. Come to think of it, I haven't visited her in months.
On second day of his job he received the message from his old mentor. Apparently, he'd received the request from some old friend of his own, and couldn't take it because he was already on the job in Atlas. Not wanting to leave his old pal to deal with some… amateurs, he'd recommended Jaune.
"My friend will get an (almost) professional to help him, and my (former) student a good, legit job. Plus there will be a special bonus - just for you," were his words. What this "special bonus" was supposed to be - he had no idea.
Jaune winced when plane took off. Aura, and his self-made medicine, worked in tandem to calm down his stomach, and bring the well-know agony to much more manageable levels. The flight to Vale would take around three hours. Not enough to catch any real sleep - something he often did to forget about his motion sickness - so instead, he decided to plan out his next steps.
He knew little about his new client - they exchanged only a few words through scroll (voice chat only at that), and besides a meeting place and time, he didn't get anything from him. That wasn't so strange - many people hiring freelance Hunters preferred to not say too much over scroll. You never knew who might be listening after all.
The voice on other end of call had been calm, pleasant, definitely male, and neither young or old. Jaune had no idea who man might be - his teacher didn't see fit to include this little detail into their brief conversation - though he did see fit to complain how bad the weather in Atlas was this time of the year, and how expensive alcohol is in frontier villages.
Oh well, he would find out soon enough he supposed. The meeting was set in 2 days at a small restaurant on the outskirts of Vale. Jaune actually knew the place well - and had many fond memories of it. It was popular spot for business meetings, and resting spot for people travelling to and from Vale. He'd visited it often, back when he was still learning the ropes with his teacher. He smiled thinking back on it. Food was good, served in big portions, and at reasonable prices. The owner was a retired Hunter - still well known, and well connected, despite not being active for over a decade. Jaune really liked the man - not only for his vast knowledge about anything Hunter-related, but also for his dry, sarcastic humor. And his stories - can't forget about those. Jaune spent many nights listening to the older man's tales, sitting in front of fireplace, and sipping warm herbal tea his wife made.
He shook his head, breaking out of his reminiscing. He had planning to do.
They'd be in Vale in less than 2 hours. The meeting would be the day after tomorrow, 8 am at "Hunter's Rest," which meant he had about day and half for himself. So what did he need to do?
First things first, he thought as he mentally ran through the checklist for "meeting with new client step-by-step guide," his teacher had taught him.
First - secure a resting place, food and drink. Well that was easy - he had plenty of money from his last job. He could easily afford a decent hotel room for 2-3 days.
Second - scout out the meeting place. Another easy one. He knew "Hunter's Rest" like the back of his hand - it being the go-to bar with his mentor. He had spent as much time, if not more, there by himself as well - he even worked there for a few months as part-timer during last winter.
Third - learn as much as you can about client. Ok, that one was going to be a bit harder. He had absolutely no idea who he would be meeting with. Nothing to even start investigating. Oh well, I guess I will be going into it dark. Not first time - nor the last."
Forth - have at least 3 different escape routes. Jaune chuckled at that. He doubted he would be the one needing an escape route if things went south. Not only did the client come recommended from a… trustworthy... source, the owner of Hunter's Rest really disliked people causing trouble in his establishment. Especially if it was towards people he considered friends. That, and the fact he still could beat an Ursa to death - sometimes with another Ursa - added to the reasons why the place was so popular. People felt safe there.
Fifth - be at meeting place at least half an hour before the appointed time. Hmmm, how should he go about that one? There were no decent hotels close to the meeting place, but he could find something close to the airport and catch cargo bullhead going in that direction - most pilots wouldn't mind picking him up for a few extra lien. Unfortunately, no buses were going in that direction so early.
"Or," Jaune thought "I could just crash at Old B's place."
He smiled. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. Not only would he sleep a little easier, but the food was better than any a hotel could provide, and he would be at meeting place far before the client. Plus, Old B might know something about who he would be meeting, or even about the job itself.
"That, and it would save me from trying to explain why I haven't come to visit the moment I landed in Vale." It's not like he didn't want to - quite the opposite. The old couple had basically adopted Jaune the moment he showed up at Hunter's Rest, and became fast friends with rest of his family. Now every Arc child considered them their grandparents, and would often come to visit. But for Jaune it still felt a bit wrong to take advantage of them like that. "Heh, the B's would kick my ass for even thinking that."
With plan now formed, Jaune started to wonder what to do with all the free time he had left. There were still some supplies he needed to buy, but that would take only a moment. He could visit a bar for drink or two - but that might lead to some uncomfortable conversations if the owner decided to ask of his ID. He scoffed at that - yeah he was 17, so technically still a minor, but for fuck's sake - if he was old enough to kill bloodthirsty monsters, hellbent on destroying all off man-and-fanuskind, he should be able to buy something a little stronger, right?
"Nevermind, I bet B will share some of his…'special' tea." He immediately smiled at the idea. "Old's B's Special Strong Herbal Tea" was a little secret only a chosen few were privileged to. Oh sure, it was on the menu - but that was the regular version. The few who earned old's man trust, and friendship, could sample the… special… version.
Let's just say there were less "tea", and more "strong" and "herbal" in it.
That Jaune not only was among the privileged ones - but also knew the recipe (and was the one who added "herbal" to it), was a secret kept even from the old man's wife.
"Heh, I wonder what would mom say if she knew what I'm using her lessons for." Jaune's mom was quite a skilled herbalist, able to make various medicines, teas, and cosmetics. To her (and his sisters' - all seven of them) joy, young Jaune proved not only very interested in learning his mother's craft, but also very talented.
He paused at the thought.
"Come to think about it, I haven't talked with my parents or sisters in a while. How long has it been - a month? Two? Maybe even more. They are probably starting to get worried."
He briefly considered going to CCT tower immediately, but discarded the idea. He was starting to get hungry, and he knew for a fact talking with his family was never a short affair - he would have to assure every one of them that he was ok, he was eating well, wearing warm clothes, and not getting in more trouble than absolutely necessary. And with him wanting to hear all of the family updates - it was bound to take several hours.
"I'll do it tomorrow. Today I'll buy what I need, go to Old's B place, drop my stuff, see if he has any info on this job, then grab something to eat and call it a day. Tomorrow I'll call the family. Maybe look for some souvenirs for girls? Haven't visited home in almost half a year now - depending how this job turns out, I might be able to finish it quickly and then go home for few weeks."
With the plan now formed, he went into action. First supplies - it had taken him only a moment. He already knew where to look, and he didn't need much - the last few jobs were surprisingly easy. Plus, he didn't need that much in the first place - he felt like he was only one who didn't have a weapon that was also a gun, so he didn't need ammo. He wasn't too dependant on Dust either.
Next was catching a ride to Hunter's Rest. This would be a bit tricker - it was on opposite side of Vale - and outside its walls. Thankfully, he lucked out - there was a cargo bullhead heading that way, and the pilot - an old dog faunus Jaune recognized as one of Hunter's regulars - was all too happy to pick him up in exchange for help with loading and unloading cargo.
The trip took longer than he expected - the sun was already starting to set when they finally reached their destination. Jaune thanked the pilot for the ride, and took in his surroundings. A few wooden houses, surrounded by a sparse forest, a Police station, a small clinic, and the bullhead dock he just left. All of this surrounded by a solid, wooden palisade. Overall, the place looked like what someone who never left Vale would imagine a frontier town to be - close enough, but too lively, too clean, and with far better defenses. That's why many people called it "Little Frontier" - despite it being only about hour walk from Vale.
Not wanting to waste any more time, he headed straight for Hunter's Rest. It was big, 2 story building, made from wooden logs. The front wall was painted to depict hunting scenes - stylized Hunters fought with various Grimm - or animals. It was hard to tell sometimes. On both sides of solid, oak doors stood full-sized sculptures of Ursas. The beast were standing on their hind legs, holding a sign reading "Hunter's Rest" in their outstretched paws.
Pushing the doors open, he entered the spacious, well lit room. Several round, wooden tables filled the room, many already occupied. He looked towards counter just as one of patrons called out.
"Hey, Tob! Give us another round of your special whisky!"
Behind the counter a gigantic frame rose up. Jaune smiled.
During his travels many times he had heard saying "bear of a man." In his opinion there was no person in the world it was more fitting for than TOB - aka The Old Bear.
The man was - by any standard - gigantic. Well over 2 meters tall, with shoulders almost as broad. His massive arms were almost as thick as Jaune's torso. A mantle of shoulder-length hair - once black, now mostly grey, was gathered in a ponytail. His massive beard however, was left untamed. Both his face (what little was visible over all the hair) and bare arms were covered in scars. He would probably be scary - if not for his mouth being stretched in friendly smile, and his gentle, brown eyes. The pair of bear ears poking out of his hair helped too. Overall, he looked like someone wanted to design the most stereotypical bandit leader ever, but then at last second, went for good-natured grandpa.
"Still serving this Ursa piss and calling it whisky Tob? Shame on you." Jaune called.
Far faster than someone that big should be able to, Tob whipped around. His smile grew even wider when he saw young Huntsman.
"Jaune! My boy!" he called, rushing towards new guest. "Mei! Come here - see who come with visit!"
And as female figure walked out of kitchen, her face brightening in a motherly smile, Jaune had only one thought in his head
"Yeh, coming here was definitely a good idea."
"Maybe.. it… was.. not...the...best..idea." He thought a few seconds later, legs and arms flailing uselessly, Aura desperately trying to prevent his ribs from shattering under the pressure of the older man's hug.
"Dear, let him go. He needs to breath," Mei called. Jaune stumbled, and coughed few times as he was released from this loving deathgrip - only to be immediately pulled into another, much gentler hug.
"It's good to see you again, sweetie". Said Mei, squeezing him lightly. "We missed you."
Jaune smiled and squeezed back.
"Yeah, I missed you too."
As they pulled apart, Jaune took in the woman before him.
Mei was not someone who you would call beautiful woman - not in traditional sense. Not in her younger days (if many photographs of her and her husband littering walls were anything to go by), nor now, when she was nearing the seventh decade of her life. What always surprised Jaune was how little she actually changed over the years - sure, she had more wrinkles, and her hair had more gray in it now, rather than the platinum-blond of her youth, but she could easily be mistaken for several years younger.
She wasn't short - tough she looked it when she was standing near her husband (but then, everyone looked small when standing near Tob) - the top of her head was about eye level with Jaune. Her dark green eyes, always shining with mirth, her almost perfectly round face, with a gentle smile almost always present, her round frame, covered in a simple green dress, and pink apron with image of teddy bear and reading "Free Hugs" (and Jaune knew she was perfectly happy to give hug to anyone who wanted) - all of which made her look like living definition of grandmother. And she was - for just about anyone who visited Hunter's Rest. It wasn't uncommon for regulars (especially younger ones) to call her such too.
"Come to the kitchen, I just finished preparing rabbit stew, and the first batch of meat dumplings should be about ready. I also have some fresh bread. Oh, and there should be a few bottles of that blackberry juice you like so much. Would you like some soup first? I have beef and vegetable, and chicken too. What would you like for dessert? I have..."
Jaune smiled at the tyrade - it was almost the same every time he came to visit, whether a week or a month has passed. He knew Mei loved to cook, and loved seeing people enjoy her cooking even more. Doubly so if said people were family - which was the same as his mother, and one of reasons two women became such good friends.
He also knew that if he didn't do something she WILL make him as much food as she thinks he needs (so enough to last him for about a week) - and she WILL make him eat all of it. He really didn't want to impose - especially now, that he knew the rush hour was approaching.
"Ok, I will politely refuse the meal, at least most of it. No way in hell I'm passing on her dumplings. I know she just likes doing it, but I can't have her overwork herself on my behalf. Plus I don't want to die from overeating - that would be embarrassing."
So he took a few deep breaths, shot Tob an annoyed glare (bastard was just standing there, smiling) and, when Mei was considering whether to serve baked salmon before or after dumplings, he made to speak.
"Hey Me.." stone-cold, green eyes zeroed on him instantly "...mom…" the green orbs softened again.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"I don't wa.." Dual green daggers stabbed through his eyes straight into his soul, promising unimaginable suffering if he dared to continue, "..haven't washed myself yet"
What? One doesn't simply say "I'm not that hungry" to grandmother.
Two green pools, gentle like spring grass, widened a little.
"Oh, right! What was I thinking? You must be really tired after traveling all the way here. Go to your room, wash yourself and get changed. I'll make you something to eat. Did you fly in on a bullhead?" Jaune nodded. "Oh you poor thing! Then your stomach must be killing you!"
Jaunes eyes widened. Could it be? Would he be saved from this unwinnable battle? And by his bitter enemy, no less?
"I will make you some barley soup - it's good for upset stomach."
"How about dumplings?" Jaune interjected
"No, I made them spicy this time, they will just upset your stomach. I'll give you some of this stew too - it shouldn't be too heavy. What else? Maybe I'll.."
As Mei continued her musings, Jaune sighed and walked towards his room.
"I guess no victory comes without cost. But just you wait, Mei's special meat dumplings - I'll get you one day!"
His room - and it still felt awkward to call it that, even after all this years - wasn't big. A single-person bed and nightstand, a simple desk under the only window in the room, a wardrobe, and a few wall-mounted shelves with books and various souvenirs from his many travels. A single door on right side leading to the bathroom, which itself was small - toilet, single closet with towels and basic cosmetics, sink and shower cabin - something Jaune was all too eager to use.
"Living in the wilds is nice and all, but civilization have its perks." He mused, as hot water washed over him, taking dirt and fatigue with it.
He washed himself quickly, but spent a few more minutes just relaxing.
"Well, enough is enough. I really need to talk to Tob, and would prefer to catch him before the place fills up." He thought, as he left the shower and started drying himself.
He made his way to the wardrobe, and as he was pulling on a pair of jeans and hoodie, he noticed another familiar piece of clothing.
"Or I could just help them out, and we can talk later." He mused pulling out his old waiter uniform.
Jaune smiled. He remembered fondly his time working as both busboy and bartender over the past winter. It had turned out he was rather skilled at the latter.
"Hmm, cooking, herbalism, making drinks…. Looks like I'm have a talent for mixing things"
A few moments later, fully suited, he made his way towards main hall.
Tob broke out in a grin when he spotted him.
"What's this, Jaune? Did you got bored of this Hunter stuff and decided to finally embrace your true calling?"
"Nah, just got sick of seeing you fumble around with those glasses. Thought this place could use another professional. Mei can't do everything by herself."
"Ha! You better go to kitchen first - unless you want her to drag you there and spoon-feed you."
Jaune laughed, but it was a bit forced. He full well knew that Mei both could, and would, do so.
Jaune rushed over to help Mei clear another table before seeing her start to wave him off.
"We need you behind the bar! It's a madhouse!" She warned.
He nodded and quickly took his tray of dishes and weaved around the patrons to get behind the bar. He set the items down in the sink and began washing his hands.
It doesn't look that busy back here.
"Strawberry Sunrise please." He heard a voice call from behind him.
"Coming right up!" He called as he turned. When he wheeled around, he was confronted with one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. She had long, flowing blond hair, glittering lilac eyes, a cocky smile, and generous...assets.
He was immediately suspicious, and a glance over the girl's shoulder confirmed his suspicions. Mei stood across the bar floor, almost directly behind the girl, and was giving him a double thumbs up and an excited smile.
Dammit Mei.
"Uh, hello?" The girl asked, waiving a hand in front of his face.
He snapped back to reality. "Sorry about that! Got distracted for a second."
She smirked. "I have that effect on guys."
"I'll bet." He answered reflexively.
Shit! What did I just say?
Her smile widened. "Bold, Ladykiller."
He flashed her a smile as he began mixing her drink.
What do I say!?
"Aren't you a little young to be bartending?" She asked.
"I'm an...old soul." He managed to force out, as he placed the drink in front her.
"So does the old soul have a name?" She asked, leaning in.
Mei was frantically pointing at the girl , ignoring all the patrons around her.
What the hell is she saying?
"Ladies first." He guessed.
"Ooohh. A gentleman huh? That's rare. And charming. Name's Yang, Ladykiller."
Mei was mouthing 'she's thirsty' behind her.
I just gave her a drink!
He held out a hand. "Jaune. What brings you to the Rest?"
"I'm looking for someone."
Mei started pointing at Jaune.
Me?
"Is it me?"
She whistled. "You come on strong. Tall, blond, and lean...I like it."
What is happening right now?!
She continued. "But no, I'm looking for a Huntress." She held up a photo of a woman with long black hair, and cold, hard eyes. "Raven Branwen. Heard of her?"
He took a moment to scan over the photo, then shook his head.
"Sorry, can't say I have. I haven't been around here for very long, been out in the boonies."
Yang studied his face for a moment, looking for some indication of deceit.
Mei was frantically waving her hand in a circle, urging him to continue.
What do I say?
"Uhhh...I could ask Tob though. He's the owner, knows just about everyone."
Her smile returned. "Awww, thanks Ladykiller, I appreciate it. Guess you'll just have to keep me company till then."
Fuck.
Mei was doing a jig in the background.
I've got nothing, what would dad say?
"Well, dad always told me never to disappoint a pretty lady." He tried hesitantly.
She giggled. "Smart man. You a family type of guy?"
He rolled his eyes. "You have no idea. I have seven sisters."
"SEVEN?!" She exclaimed.
He chuckled. "Yeah, how I feel about it varies from day to day. How about you? Any siblings?"
"Just the one sister thankfully. Ruby's enough work on her own, I don't know how you handle seven." She shook her head.
"Very, very carefully. And with generous application of sweets." He replied with a grin. He spied her gauntlets. "You a Huntress?"
"In training." Yang replied proudly, holding up Ember Cecila. "You're pretty perseptive, you sure you're just a barkeep?"
How do I explain…
"Just helping out around the bar for Tob, I'm actually here to meet a client."
That seems safe enough.
Yang leaned in with interest. "Oh? What do you do?"
Mei was making flexing motions in the background.
She wants me to brag. He thought annoyedly.
He decided to ignore her unsolicited advice.
"Just odd jobs, varies from client to client." He tried.
Yang's eyes lit up. "Man of mystery huh? That just makes it more fun, I'll find out eventually."
How?! Why?!
She pulled herself across the bar, giving him a rather generous view. "What are you hiding Ladykiller?" She teased.
He felt heat rising in his cheeks.
Someone save me!
"What are you up to over here Jaune?" A familiar voice boomed. "Oh, sweet talking the ladies again?"
Thank God for Tob!
"Tob! Glad you're here! Yang was looking for someone, and was hoping that you could help." He spat out quickly.
Yang's attention immediately shifted as she pulled up the photo again. "Have you seen this Huntress? Her name is…"
"Raven." Tob interjected, then shook his head slowly. "Not for a long time now, no. Hell, I think she was still on team STRQ when I saw her last. Not sure what she's been up to since."
Yang's shoulders fell.
I should say something.
"We'll keep an ear to the ground though, let you know if we hear anything." Jaune heard himself saying.
Why mouth!?
Yang brightened again. "Thanks Ladykiller!" She shot him a wink. "Got to meet you, so I guess it wasn't a total waste."
Her grin only widened when she saw him blush.
She grabbed a pen from behind the bar and scribbled a number on a napkin.
"Here's my number in case you hear anything. Or..." She drawled. "If you just want to show a lady a good time."
He was having an internal meltdown.
"Will do." Someone who sounded like him said.
"Just don't keep me waiting." She said as her stood up. "See you around Ladykiller." She winked at him as she walked away, a little extra sway in her hips.
Mei was soundlessly screaming 'GGGOOOOAAAALLLL' in the background.
Jaune numbly stared at the number on the napkin, trying to process what just happened. He felt a giant arm wrap around him from the side.
"You had no idea what you were doing, did you 'Ladykiller'?"
Jaune just shook his head slowly.
The older man laughed. "It's ok son, no one ever does."
Jaune loosened his tie, and let out a tired, but satisfied sigh. Hunter's Rest was packed tonight - as expected on a Friday night. Jaune had spent nearly 6 hours behind bar, serving drinks, and entertaining guests with tall tales of his travels. It was exhausting - but as he sat with Tob in his office, with cup of herbal tea (a regular one - they didn't dare open the special when Mei was around), he couldn't help but smile. It was nice to see people having a good time, simply enjoying each others' company.
Not throwing a celebration because some eldritch abomination that terrorized their village was finally dealt with. Those cheers were tainted with sadness - since there was always less voices cheering than there should be.
"So, you wanted to talk about something?"
Jaune shook off this morbid thoughts and turned to the older man.
"Yeah, it's about job I got recently."
"The one your pathetic excuse of a teacher was supposed to do, but was too busy chasing skirts in Atlas?"
"You know about it?"
"Yeah, he actually called a few days ago…"
Jaune waited for a moment for Tob to continue, but the older man looked lost in thought.
"Sooo… Can you tell me anything about client? Or the job itself?"
"Not really. All I know is that he's someone well-known and respected in Vale." Was the older man quick response.
Too quick.
Jaune's eyes narrowed.
"Old Bastard knows something, and doesn't want to tell."
"Well, I guess I will meet him tomorrow. Do you at least know what he looks like?"
"Only that he's a middle-aged man. Guy's really mysterious. But I can assure you that the job is legit - it went through the Company."
The Worldwide Independent Taskforce Company was an institution founded just a few years ago. In the beginning, they were just a small group of people looking for qualified low level personnel for larger companies - miners, truck drivers, construction workers, that sort of thing. Then they grew, branched out, and before anyone knew it, they were a worldwide company hiring hundreds of people, with an office in every big city, and strong connections within every government.
Nowadays, it was common knowledge that if you were a freelancer of any kind, and you weren't registered with the Company - you were doing it wrong.
Part of the reason they were so popular, was because they always made sure that the offered contracts were legit, and people taking them suitably qualified. After all, there is nothing worse than paying hundreds of lien for a Hunter - only to get kid who barely knew how to use a weapon, or sign up for extermination mission - only to find out that client forgot a few zeros in "Estimated Grimm number" column.
Jaune paused to think about it. If the job was approved by the Company, it meant it was safe and the client could be trusted. It wasn't that uncommon for influential people looking to hire independent Hunters to want to remain incognito. Usually, they were either presidents of large companies wanting to clear some Grimm discreetly (because their security wasn't enough, they fucked something up, or they didn't want the competition to know what they are doing), or politicians - wanting pretty much the same, for pretty much the same reasons.
"So I don't have to worry about being scammed. It also means I might not be meeting with guy himself, but a representative from the Company. Hmm…that might be even better. Those folks aren't very talkative, but will give me all the info I need without any useless bulshit. I don't really need to know who client is anyway, as long as I'm getting paid."
Yeah, the job being approved by the Company solved a lot of problems. But also raised some questions.
For instance - how did Tob know about it? Yes, he was a registered Company member, and a quite a well-known one at that - in fact, it wasn't uncommon for him to organize meetings.
But at the same time, the Company made it a point to involve as few people in its dealings as possible. After all, most of their clients valued discretion and Tob didn't need to know who would be meeting who, to keep a free table open in one of his quieter corners. Hell, he even had a few soundproofed rooms just for meetings like this.
Yes, Tob had said it was his teacher who called him and told him about the deal, but Jaune knew it was uncommon for Leon to involve more people than necessary in business dealings. Especially for transferring jobs.
And then there was the biggest question.
"Why me? Sure, he said he couldn't make it, but since it was clearly a Named request, company wouldn't simply agree to hand the job to someone else - even if Leon recommended me."
Named request referred to fairly new service the Company offered. Normally, a client would submit a request, with a detailed explanation of what he wanted done. Then the Company would look for a suitable candidate among registered members - or looked for them outside, if no one suitable could be found within their ranks. If there were multiple candidates, they would select the most promising ones - and if there still were more than they needed, they would allow the client to pick who they wanted.
Named request meant a client requested person by name. The Company would still run their own check to see if person was suited for task - and would inform both parties if they decided they were not. However, if both of them agreed to it - the contract would still be formed.
Only the most trusted clients were allowed to make named requests.
Also, it was very rare to transfer such a job. Especially considering how much more experienced his teacher was. There were many Hunters far better than Jaune that could take this job - and Leon could refer any of his long-time friends.
"Plus this 'special bonus' business. This doesn't make sense. There are so many better Hunters in Vale, and I don't have some crazy powerful or unique semblance, so…"
Then an idea struck him
"Or… they might not be looking for regular Huntsman. This might be … the other kind of job."
Yeah, that made much more sense. Jaune's teacher had some very… unusual skill sets, very suitable for less… official kinds of jobs. And, on Jaune's request, had taught him much of his craft. Sure, normal Hunters could probably do what Jaune could, but he would do it with more… efficiency. Faster, cleaner… more professional.
"Oh well, no need to overthink things. I'll find out everything at the meeting anyway."
He turned back to Tob.
"Well, I guess I'll learn everything soon enough."
"Yeah. Anyway, what are your plans for tomorrow?"
"Call my family, back in Silver Lake. Maybe do some shopping, buy some souvenirs. Was thinking about visiting them after this job, haven't been home in a while."
"Heh, good idea. They actually stayed here for a few days. Had you come week earlier, you would have caught them. Oh, that reminds me! Cere called two days ago, said one of her friends broke it off with her asshole-of-a-boyfrend, and…"
"And I'm going to stop you right there. I can imagine what the rest of the message is."
Cere - a year younger than him, made it her personal mission to find a suitable girlfriend for her beloved older brother. So far he managed to stay single, but his sister was relentless.
Now, don't get him wrong - he wanted a girlfriend, he was healthy 17-year old boy after all. But he still had so much to learn, and really liked his life of freelancer hunter. Traveling for weeks, camping in forests, visiting new places. Meeting new people.
Tasting new foods.
Slaying many different kinds of Grimm.
Those were some of the greatest pleasures in his life.
Jaune smiled at the thought. He could almost feel the cold morning fog, smell the forest after a hard rain, hear the sound of wood crackling in the campfire. Yeah, he caught a case of wanderlust not long after he started traveling with Leon - and probably wouldn't be getting better anytime soon.
Unfortunately, this didn't leave much time for romance. While being a Hunter was worth a few cool points - he never stayed in one place for long enough to form a relationship. Plus, there really wasn't much for him to talk about with civilian girls his age. He somehow doubted they would be interested in subjects such as how to best deal with a Beowolf pack led by an Alpha, or the weak points of a Boaratusk.
It was the strange tone in Tob's voice that caught his attention.
"This time it's a bit different."
"Oh?"
"They broke up because she and Cere saw him getting… friendly… with Rubin."
Rubin, 14-years old, was third oldest of Jaune sisters.
A few seconds passed in silence. When Jaune spoke again, his voice was perfectly calm, a small smile plastered on his lips.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah."
A few more moments passed with only the sound of the crackling fireplace.
Jaune finished his drink, carefully placing the cup on the table and reached towards older man.
Tob took out a grey envelope from the inner pocket of his jacket and placed it in Jaune's hand.
Jaune slowly opened it and took out its contents.
There were 10 photographs inside.
One of them featured a middle-aged couple. Judging by clothing and jewelry, they had to be someone wealthy.
The rest of them featured the same young man. Or rather a boy - he couldn't be more than 17 or 18. Black, slicked back hair, expensive looking suit - a different one in every photo - what looked like a gold wristwatch. A golden necklace. In one of the photos he was getting in a very expensive car. Judging by his appearance, he was the son of older couple - and an annotation on the back confirmed this.
On every photo he was accompanied by a cleary younger girl.
On 3 of them it was Cere's friend.
On 5 others - some brunette he didn't recognize.
The last one was Rubin - and he was touching her in very… well, he was touching her.
If the dates on every photo were to be believed, all of them were taken in a single week.
"I… see."
"Old friend of mine works as long-range air transport pilot. Has a flight tomorrow, around 8 p.m. He is delivering some food supplies to a mining colony near Mt. Red. Says the weather's bad and he might have to make detour to the east."
"Big?"
"Big."
.
.
.
"Enough to fly close to Silver Lake?"
"Yeah…"
No more words were exchanged between two men that night. There was no need.
Cr00cy: Well here it is. Official launch of TPA. Introducing first AU element- The Company. How big an impact it will it have on the story? Well, only one way to find out. Also, I think I should mention that first three chapters could be considered the intro - most, if not all Au elements would be at least mentioned in this chapters.
Tob and Mei would be most active OCs in this story - Leon probably never appears "on screen", but will be mentioned a lot. Samantha... Well Samantha has special role in this story - she had very big impact on Jaune. So here is a bit of omake/character short for her.
Speaking of omakes - unless said otherwise, you can assume that they are cannon to the story.
JJD: Cr00cy: Hey JJD, do you want to write some Yang?
JJD: You mean my female doppelganger? Do I!?
Samantha pt1 - first meeting.
"Jaune this is Samantha Birger." Said Victoria Arc pointing at little girl next to her. "I hope you will take good care of her, while we're gone?"
"Of course mom" Answered the eleven years old boy.
"Vi, do you really think this is good idea? Leaving so many small kids alone? I know your Jaune is responsible, but he's just a kid too…" Said the red-haired woman standing in the door of the house.
Jaune did his best to not glare at her.
Oh, I'm sorry miss what was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of the SIX GIRLS I HELPED RAISE.
He kept smiling, but scoffed internally. There were few thing he could be really proud of - the fact he was basically the man of the house, helping his mother with her business, AND raising six younger sisters, was one of them. That's why people questioning his ability to take care of young children - especially girls - were one of very few things that could make him angry.
I mean, it's not like I spent over half of my life taking care of children…
"Don't worry Astrid. He has a lot of experience."
Yeah, you tell her mom…
"He's better at it than Arthur!"
That's… not really saying much, you know?
"If you say so... " Astrid still didn't looked convinced, but nodded and left
Astrid Birger and her husband Asger, were old friends of his parents. Both were Hunters, and traveled often. Whenever they could, they took their only daughter with them. They had called a few days prior, informing them that they would be in Silver Lake - and decided to meet up. After some negotiations, Jaune agreed to take care of Samantha while adults went to… do whatever they were going to do. He didn't asked for details.
After they left, he took Samantha to the living room, and introduced her to his sisters. After making sure all the females were getting along just fine (well, they didn't looked like they wanted to start kill each other) Jaune excused himself, and went to the kitchen. He would peek out from time to time, just to make sure nothing happened. Around half a hour later, his preparations were complete.
"Girls, mind if I borrow Samantha for a bit?" He said, walking into living room. His sisters and his newest charge, looked to actually be getting along well.
After getting their permission, he led the young girl to the kitchen.
All right, let's get this show started.
"Ok Samantha," he said after she sat down in the chair he pointed at. "There are a few things we need to discus, and a few rules to set." He sat in the chair on the opposite side of dining table.
She glared at him. Well tried at least. It wasn't very effective.
"I can take care of myself."
Of course she can…
"I'm sure you can. But I promised both of our parents that I would look out for you - so that is what I'm gonna do. We can do it hard way, or easy way, and I will come out on top either way. Trust me on that - I have a lot of experience." He said, pointing towards the living room.
She nodded.
"So here are rules: You will remain in the house. If you want to go out - it's only with me accompanying you. You do what I say, when I say. If a problem arises with one of my sisters - you come to me with it, and I'll solve it. If you follow these rules, and won't try do do something stupid I can promise I won't interfere with whatever you're doing, so long as it's nothing dangerous."
He got up and went towards one of cabinets.
"If you cooperate." He said, pulling something out of it, and turning towards Samantha.
She gasped.
Bingo. Knew it would work.
"There will be some benefits for you too."
His father was always saying that 'all one needs to deal with women is confidence'. While it wasn't bad advice, Jaune had found a much better way.
"So, what do you say Samantha, you think you can follow the rules?"
She nodded energetically.
Jaune smiled, and pushed the plate of freshly baked muffins towards her.
Sweets. What would I have done without you?