A/N: Thanks again for the reviews and favs and follows, all are appreciated. :)
For the people waiting for Jaune to shout well... you're welcome XD
Even though I told myself that I wasn't going to do Omakes for no reason, I wanna thank Digitalemperor001 for the idea of Wabbajack and Jaune hijinks… So for anyone who wants to read that… it's at the bottom.
Enjoy :)
Professor Port's class has always been very difficult to concentrate on. In fact, even the most studious of students would have an easy time finding themselves doodling and texting on their scrolls instead of taking notes. It didn't help that the man seemed to lose sight of everything while talking about his endeavors, allowing for any student to basically do anything as long as it wasn't insanely disruptive.
It was in this class that Jaune was finally able to notice something very wrong with him. Professor Port's words seemed to be extra loud today, drilling into Jaune's ears and made it hard to daydream, but still wasn't interesting enough to pay attention to. The lights seemed a little sharper than usual, and Jaune couldn't help but blink more than he used to because of that. Jaune could still smell the faint scent of breakfast in the cafeteria, as Port's class was the closest to the dining hall. He wasn't sure what was happening, but it caused him to be increasingly distracted and made things very hard to focus.
It also didn't help that his subconscious seemed to be extra vicious today.
When Nora woke the team up with her usual antics, Jaune could hear the voice in the back of his mind wanting to tear Nora limb from limb, which was strange because usually Nora was the one who would say something like that aloud. When the cafeteria ran out of chicken nuggets, the voice demanded that he screamed at the serving lady and rip out her throat. Which was weird because Jaune usually never wanted to rip someone's throats out, even when they were out of chicken nuggets. It went on like this until he got to Professor Port's class, where the sheer boredom allowed Jaune to listen to his inner thoughts more carefully and realize in horror that the voice never really stopped talking.
Smash his brains out…
Punch his face in…
Rip that silly little mustache off…
This, Jaune gathered, was what Azura probably meant she was warning him of his power. Which he still didn't figure out what it really did.
Does it absorb Grimm? How would you test that? Jaune wasn't sure he wanted to test that out dry…
Does it let Crocea Mors cut through super tough Grimm Wyverns? That seemed highly specific and not at all as practical as he would hope.
Or does it just let him dissolve Grimm quicker when he touched them. Knowing his luck, that would be exactly it.
Jaune just sighed quietly to himself and tried to ignore the voices in his head as Professor Port started to wrap up his lessons.
"And remember kiddos, if you decide to kill a King Taijitu after skinny dipping, make sure you're carrying enough straws and rubber bands and you'll have your very own captured prey! Ha ha!" Professor Port finished boisterously as the bell rung.
Everyone quickly packed up their bags and filed out of the room, heading to their next classes. Jaune and his team gathered together, slowly moving to practical combat class with Professor Goodwitch.
"Sometimes I wonder who would have more fantastic stories, Professor Port or Nora?" Ren joked, which got Nora to throw her arms into the air and yell her name. Pyrrha and Jaune laughed quietly.
"At least we know that Nora's stories aren't true. I mean, if the Professor's a teacher here, he must have some credibility right? However…" Pyrrha trailed off, unsure of how to phrase what she wants to say.
"It's hard to imagine Professor Port doing those kind of things to a pack of Beowulfs with a spoon and rubbing oil?" Jaune offered.
"Right." Pyrrha said, laughing as she recalled one of the more outlandish of Professor Port's stories.
"Well at least we'll know how to cut down a forest with two Ursai and a Giant Nevermore." Ren added in, happy to be part of the conversation.
"Psh, pu-lease, We wouldn't need any of those," Nora joined as well, popping in between Ren and Pyrrha. "I could probably knock down the forest all by myself." She said proudly.
"I'm not sure that's something you should be proud of." Jaune said dryly.
"Well I am." Nora huffed, crossing her arms and turning her head upwards. Jaune just shook his head, amused.
"Well that's all that matters then I guess."
Nora dove towards Jaune and gave him a bear hug comparable to Yang's.
"Nora let go of Jaune. I think he needs his strength today." Ren admonished.
"Aw, but Ren." Nora let go reluctantly. Jaune, gulping huge breaths, thanked Ren.
They arrived at the classroom with enough time to continue their conversation and settled down into some good seats to watch the upcoming fights.
"Hey guys!" Ruby waved them down to where Team RWBY was sitting. Jaune and the group waved back and headed over to them.
"So, who do you think are gonna fight today?" Ruby asked excitedly. Jaune shrugged. "As long as it isn't me, I don't really care." He said laughing. Yang punched him in the arm, causing him to wince in pain and rub the sore spot.
"Oh come on there, Dragon Slayer! Don't you wanna test your might against someone to see how big your balls-"
"Alright there Yang, I think he got it." Blake said with a hint of amusement. Yang just grinned, unabashed.
"Alright then, settle down." Professor Goodwitch finally made her appearance, walking into the classroom to stand next to the podium. She tapped the desk once, twice, to make sure that they were all listening. After the class finally quieted down, Goodwitch began to speak.
"In a few more weeks, we'll have the end of term practical exams. These will held to show how much you all have grown in the past semester, and I expect many good things to come out of it." Goodwitch swept her gaze across the room, lingering on Jaune just a second more than any of the other students. She slapped her riding crop across her hand lightly.
"So today, I will be testing your limits. I will be pairing up students who have never fought with each other in the past, and there may be some slight… differences in the level of strength. Rest assured, there will be appropriate handicaps put in place." The professor nodded, making sure that she checked everything off of her mini-lecture.
"For the people who have established their place in the class," Pyrrha, "I will be making them fight against multiple opponents of a higher caliber. Maybe I will even make them fight against a whole team." Again her gaze lingered, this time on Ruby. A brief silence filled the room as Professor Goodwitch finished her lecture.
Pulling out her scroll, she put up the first pairing.
"The first fight will be between Yang Xiao-Long and Jaune Arc. Please come up to the stage." Murmurs broke out amongst the students, surprised at the pairing. While Jaune was improving rapidly, no one really expected him to do much against someone who was considered the second best fighter in the first years.
Yang was just as surprised at the unexpected call as everyone else, but still very eager to take on Jaune. She had been pressuring for a spar with him for months now, and she was finally getting that chance gift-wrapped to her. She turned and gave a grin to Jaune, who looked a little pale at the announcement. He grinned shakily back and tried to force his stomach to stop performing acrobatics worthy of Blake.
They both went onto the stage, one much more confidently than the other, and stood on opposite sides. Goodwitch touched a few more buttons on her scroll and up popped the aura gauges of the two students. One big difference was that while Jaune's gauge was still the same as it always was, Yang's red bar seemed to cover half of her gauge, instead of the usual fifteen percent.
"As a handicap for Mr. Arc, he will only have to take down half of Ms. Xiao-Long's aura for a win, while Ms. Xiao-Long must fulfill standard conditions. Are there any questions?" Professor Goodwitch looked back and forth at the two fighters, making sure that no one—Jaune—had any last minute questions. Seeing no argument, she nodded.
"Then draw your weapons." A slide of steel on steel rang out as Jaune drew his weapon and decompressed his shield, holding the weapons in a standard defensive position. The mechanical clanking signaled Yang's bracelets unfolding into her gauntlets before she slammed her fists together and stood in a boxer's stance. "Remember to play fair and stop when I say so. While this is a fight, make sure you two don't try and kill each other." A nod from the two sides was all that was needed. Goodwitch stepped back off the stage.
"Begin."
With a roar not unlike an Ursa, Yang charged headfirst, cocking her fist back to blast Jaune. Acting on instinct, Jaune raised his shield to meet her fist before staggering back at the sheer force of the blow. Caught off balance, it wasn't long before Yang capitalized on this and struck again, knocking Jaune onto his butt. A quick scramble onto his feet and a glace showed that Jaune had already lost about a tenth of the bar.
Settling again into his stance, he watched Yang carefully. Blocking something that had the force of a Bullhead slamming into you was not a good idea. Bouncing a little on his toes, he prepared for the next attack.
Yang fell back a few feet and started to bounce as well, before raising her arms up close. With a quiet click of her gauntlets, Yang started to shadow box.
Well, that's what it would be if it wasn't for the fact that every time she punched out shotgun pellets would come at Jaune. Raising his shield up, he braced again for the shots to slam into his shield.
Seeing that Jaune was blinded, Yang ran forward, ready to repeat what happened only seconds ago.
Jaune's ears perked up a little. He could barely make it out over the gunfire, but he heard the slight scuff of Yang's boots as they left the ground. Acting on pure instinct, Jaune took one step back and rotated away from Yang. Without anything to punch, Yang was momentarily out of balance for the slightest of moments. This was all Jaune needed as he swung as hard as he could and clipped Yang across the stomach.
With a pained yelp, Yang fell back into a defensive stance. Surprised at the smooth maneuver, Yang's confidence diminished. Somewhat. A little.
Okay that was a lie.
With eyes glowing just a little red Yang charged again. Jaune, not even thinking at this point, did the exact same thing.
Unfortunately, in a fight with someone as experienced as Yang was, it's good to remember that the same trick won't work twice.
Prepared for it, Yang didn't even need to stop as she swung her and her shoulder past Jaune's guard and slammed into him, again knocking him almost a yard away. Jaune groaned in pain and looked at the meters again. While his attack had brought her down a bit, it wasn't really anything to talk about. On the other hand, Jaune had already lost almost a third of his aura in those insanely heavy hits.
Shame on her for hurting you…
Jaune winced as the voice grew louder.
Kill her…
Rip her throat out…
Embrace it…
Jaune stood unsteadily and adopted a lighter stance, hoping that a little more mobility would help his chances. Yang punched out a few pellets again, and Jaune angled his shield to deflect them, keeping his more dynamic stance intact. They circled around each other carefully, Yang trying to feel out Jaune's defense while Jaune was looking for a way to get closer to Yang without suffering the fury of her fists.
Jaune's eyes caught something he would have never seen before.
Yang's muscles all seemed to tense in one go as she prepared to rush Jaune. With only a tiny second to react Jaune did the first thing that came into his mind.
He lunged towards Yang, sword thrusting towards her ribs. Yang's eyes widened and she shifted her position, once again caught off guard and without a way to fall back into her own defense. By this time Yang was already too close to Jaune. Using both of their momentum, Jaune slammed his shield as hard as he could into Yang, and practically blasted her off her feet. Jaune glanced up at the gauges.
Yang was finally down a quarter of aura, which was half of what he needed. A quick spot of hope appeared underneath his collarbone.
Which was quickly squashed down as Yang punched Jaune so hard in the chest that for a moment, he found out what it was like to fly.
Another strangled groan rang out as he tried to gather up his thoughts, his body, his… well, his everything from that last attack. He was barely able to stand up before Yang was on him again, hitting him twice before grabbing him and throwing him to the other side of the room.
It didn't take another glance at the screens to know that he was probably already at his end.
Crap.
Crap.
Crap.
Of course I couldn't beat Yang, Jaune thought bitterly. It was stupid of him to hope.
While normally, this would spiral into a form of self-depression for Jaune, for some reason, today it made him mad.
Very mad.
Yes.
YES!
Embrace the rage, the anger. You are better than this scum. Take what is rightfully yours and dominate her.
Yes, Jaune thought. He picked himself up slowly. Along with this, the voice repeatedly spoke three words, over and over again in his mind.
That's right…
Do it…
SCREAM IT!
Yang was still standing, ready to go another ten rounds. She was only growing stronger as the time went by, and she knew she had this one in the bag.
Instead of charging like she did the past few times, she leisurely walked closer to Jaune, ready to finish the match.
You know, Yang didn't say this much, but she was impressed by Jaune. He certainly improved quite a bit.
Jaune mumbled something and dropped his shield. Yang frowned at him, slightly concerned but still smug.
"What's that Jaune? I couldn't hear you over the trumpets of my about-to-be-win. Can you say that again?" Yang waited, wanting to hear Jaune's next words.
"Fus…" Yang tilted her head in confusion. Fus? What's a Fus? Jaune's head rose, and his eyes met her, filled with fury and defiance.
"Ro DAH!" Jaune screamed out, a shockwave blasting out of his vocal cords and picking up Yang, blasting her five, ten, twenty feet away until she slammed into the back wall, instantly knocked out.
The classroom fell into chaos as Jaune fell to his knees and closed his eyes, a sudden weariness covering him.
Omake: The Wabbajack and Me
"So what does this do again?"
Ren was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, looking at a dark staff laid in front of him. Jaune was scratching the back of his head, trying to figure out how the staff showed up underneath his pillow like a gift wrapped present. The only thing that had gone with it was a note written in thick red ink.
Enjoy.
- Uncle S.
"I have no clue." Jaune admitted, eyeing the staff cautiously. It was beautiful, in a creepy, frightening kind of way, with it being shaped into four sides carved with the visage of a sorrowful old man.
"Do you have an uncle that has a name that starts with an S?" Ren asked, trying to calmly go through with and not freak out that somehow, someone had snuck into a room with four highly trained warriors sleeping in it, not wake any of them up, and place a scary looking staff underneath one of their pillows.
Jaune frowned and thought about his large family.
"I mean… Sam? No he's a grumpy stick-in-the-mud. Sean? Hm. Not much of a sense of humor. Shay? Er, definitely not the sneaking kind. Searbhreathach? I don't really know him all that well… but probably not." Jaune finally gave up and just shook his head. "I mean I've got plenty of uncles that start with the letter S. But I don't think any one of them could have done this." Jaune gestured at the staff. Ren just crossed his arms.
"What do you think it does?" Ren asks. Jaune, being… well, Jaune, didn't really think the question through and decided to just pick the staff up.
"Well, let's find out!" Jaune felt a rush of electricity tingle up his arm and the staff started to vibrate, before the hole in the top of the staff glowed and flung towards Ren.
A flash enveloped Ren as he gave a panicked shriek. Jaune slowly opened his eyes and tried to let the dots fade away. Jaune's eyes widened at the sight. Oh… oh no.
"Please tell me it didn't horribly disfigure me." Ren groaned lowly.
"No." Jaune said slowly, trying to find words to say. "More like the complete opposite…"
"What do you mean…" Ren trailed off as his eyes glanced below. He gasped. Or should it be she gasped?
"Oh no no no no no." Ren murmured, slowly panicking. Jaune on the other hand was a little dumbstruck. His eyes went to the staff in his hand, which seemed to gleam in mischievous satisfaction. The staff… genderbent people?
"RENNY!" A voice echoed before Nora burst through the doors, Pyrrha trailing behind exhaustedly. There was a pause as Nora saw Ren. What was a good name for female Ren? Reni? Renissa? The world may never know.
Nora stood there in complete silence, which was enough to send Jaune into a panic as well. Nora was never quiet! Pyrrha stepped forward tentatively.
"What's going on—" She started to speak.
Jaune, in full adrenaline mode, popped up into a standing position and felt another tingle up his arm. Oh no not again.
A flash of light, this time enveloping the whole room, blinded the four of them.
When Jaune opened his eyes again, he nearly died of blood loss.
The three girls were suddenly, inexplicably, naked.
As Pyrrha and Ren screamed and Jaune fainted, a Daedric Prince was rolling on the ground laughing his head off.
He knew that this was going to be a idea.
A/N: Hahaha, gods this actually is such a great thing to do… There's so many ideas that can come off of Jaune having the Wabbajack. If any of you want me to continue with the Wabbajack adventures, tell me! I may do it even if everyone doesn't want me to anyway!
XD