A/N: Yaaay the fourth chapter's here! Ain't that great? 'Nyways, For some reason the FFnet review system's a little weird and I can't reply to y'all, and the reivews don't show up on the story... I'm sure they'll fix that sooner or later.

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Enough of that, Onwards!

What am I doing here?

Jaune took a look around at his surroundings. He could hear a steady dripping of water somewhere far off to his left. In front of him was a huge curved wall, covered with strange inscriptions and detailed with what looked like a dragon's skull on top. Three of the scratch-like inscriptions were glowing a faint blue. Jaune took a step forward in curiosity.

"Quite beautiful, is it not?" A raspy growl rumbled the floor underneath Jaune. With a startled shriek he turned around, grasping at Crocea Mors before realizing that he didn't have it on him.

A… well.. What looked like a Grimm dragon was standing in front of Jaune. Except is wasn't. This one had… well, it had color. Its black hide was dusted with a coppery sheen, scars lining his right wing. Its eyes, while small, held what felt like a deluge of emotions that almost seemed to drown Jaune. Jaune gulped. There was no way this was a Grimm. Grimm didn't show emotions and thought. This being was… more.

It was majestic.

"While I may be immortal, I do not tend to enjoy wasting time." It grumbled again. This snapped Jaune out of his trance.

"What… are you?" He asked carefully. The more-than-Grimm looked down at Jaune, as if examining to see if Jaune was worthy of an answer.

"I am, in your tongue, a dragon." It replied.

"Well that's ni-" Jaune started to speak before a growl like a chainsaw ripped through the cave and the dragon's head was suddenly right next to Jaune, its eyes leveled with his. Jaune froze like an Ursa in front of a charging Yang. The proximity between the two of them allowed for Jaune to see clearly what emotion the dragon had in its eyes.

Rage.

Unbridled rage that almost seemed to burn Jaune up.

"Dragon I may be called, but I am more than that." The dragon's voice dripped with disdain at the words. He rose again, his head high above Jaune and his posture filled with pride.

"I am a dovah. The greatest of hunters and the most feared being in all of the worlds."

"So how'd you get hurt then?" Jaune gestured to the scars.

No!

Bad Jaune, bad! Keep your mouth shut you idiot, before that thing eats you!

The dragon's eyes narrowed and what followed could only be described as slithering with legs. The dragon—the dovah—slowly crept up towards Jaune until once again their faces were only inches apart. Jaune could feel it's hot breath across his face as it spoke.

"Trickery," It hissed out, "The only way you sahlojul… you weak humans can come to harm us." It huffed a breath, causing Jaune to recoil a step backwards.

"Very few will dare take a dovah head on."

A silence stretched out between the two of them before Jaune took the courage to speak again.

"So why am I here?" Jaune asked.

The dovah raised its head high and opened its jaws, making this crackling sound that caused Jaune to wince. It took a minute for him to realize that it was laughing.

"Why are you here? No Maldovah, that is not the question you should ask. You are here because this is your mind, your body." A brief pause. "Your soul."

Jaune took a deep breath. Okay. So that wasn't the question he needed to ask. What would that be?

"Are you… like the Grimm?"

This time there was no laughter.

"Like the Grimm?" The dragon's voice was quiet. "Like those scum who cannot express anything other than a facet of emotion? You think that I am like them? So dead and without care? You think I am without passion?" By the end of it, the dragon was roaring, the whole cave shaking, dust and pebbles raining from the ceiling. Jaune was quick to deny this.

"No! No! That wasn't what I was implying at all!" Jaune said hurriedly. "It's just you look so much like the a Grimm that I just fought so…"

Jaune laughed weakly.

"Ah." The dragon calmed down enough to converse without creating seismic waves. Jaune wasn't sure what would happen if the cave collapsed on him. Well, he knew exactly what would happen. He'd be squished flatter than a pancake. Seeing as how he still wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not, he wanted to not find out the messy way.

"Yes, those… beings. They are not dovah. But to be so similar… they have a spark. They are nivazah… not true dragons."

"How do they have the spark?" Jaune asked, trying to follow the direction of the conversation.

"The Aedra and their little toys." If a dragon could sound disgusted, this one did. "They bring upon the world horrors and sorrows."

"However, that is not the question you need to ask." The dragon again focused on Jaune.

At this point Jaune was shaking. What would happen if he kept asking the wrong questions? Would he just get eaten at this point?

Jaune prayed to dust that there wasn't some kind of three strike rule against him at this point.

"Why are… you here?" He asked.

The dragon folded itself back, seemingly satisfied with this answer.

"Finally."

Jaune couldn't be any more relieved.

"The answer is simple… yet complicated. I was sent into this world by one of the Aedra's most coveted weapons. Scrolls that contain information that create chaos where there is order. I was sent into you."

Jaune blinked.

"What?"

The dragon just dipped its head. Which helped almost not at all.

"What do you mean into me?" Jaune asked.

"I mean, I am a part of you now. Trapped inside your essence, there is no way to free me from you except in your death. But even I do not know what will happen then. I may be immortal, but I do not know how that will carry over after your demise."

Oh. Okay. That makes sense.

Oh wait. No it doesn't.

"I… what?" Jaune wasn't even sure what to ask at this point. Again the dragon dipped its head. Jaune would have punched it if he wasn't sure that it would probably roast him to death.

"Why come out now? Why not months ago? Years ago?" Jaune started to demand, a little frustrated at his lack of understanding.

"Your soul was locked away until your servant unlocked it for you." Servant, what?

"Wait you mean Pyrrha?" Jaune asked.

"Yes. Your first servant." It replied.

"Wait, wait, wait. I don't have any servants." Jaune defended. The dragon tilted its head to the side.

"Of course you do Maldovah. All those Jul that surround you. Are they not under your thrall?"

"What? Thrall? No! Of course not! They're my friends!" The dragon stayed confused.

"They seem to answer to your call and obey your commands."

"That's because I'm team leader and you know, sometimes I ask them nicely!"

The dragon gave up at this point. "Very well." Jaune just wanted to go home at this point.

"This week couldn't get any weirder." Jaune mumbled.

"On the contrary Maldovah. I am here to warn you of troubling times. Something dark is coming, and unless you want you and all your servants to perish, you must fight."

Jaune ignored the servant talk for a second. Azura had said the same thing.

"How?" Jaune asked cautiously, remembering Azura's words for caution for dealing with the one inside of him. Although he wasn't exactly sure why. Sure it was a little disorienting speaking to the dragon, and it was pretty proud. But there wasn't really anything to be careful about is there?

"By killing everything that stands in your way. Tearing them from limb to limb and making them bow in fear. Show your dominance and you will prevail."

Oh. That's why.

"Er. Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen." Jaune said, scratching the back of his neck. The dragon puffed out an amused breath.

"It doesn't matter whether or not you believe it so. You have the blood of a dovah now. You will show your power when it is needed."

The cave rumbled and a loud crack sounded out above Jaune. Looking up, he could see fissures forming overhead. The dragon saw them as well.

"There is no more time for us to talk Maldovah. It is time for you to be sent back." Rocks began to rain down steadily. "Remember, obey your instincts, and listen to my voice. Practice your dragon toungue and master it, as it will one day save your life."

"Wait!" Jaune started to panic a bit. The rocks that were landing on him actually felt real, and he wasn't sure what would happen if he took a blow to the head.

"Wait! I never got your name! And how do I practice dragon toungue? I don't know anything about that!"

The dragon chuckled and withdrew itself.

"My name is Vedrahgol, Maldovah. And what do you mean you don't know dragon tongue? What do you think we have been speaking this whole entire time?"

Jaune didn't get another word in edge wise, as the edge of a sharp rock the size of his head landed on his skull.

"Not the face!" Jaune screamed, jolting out of the dream world and off of the bed with a thump.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha rushed over to make sure he was okay. Jaune lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

"I'm alright, I'm alright." Jaune waved away Pyrrha's hands. Pyrrha's hands stayed where they were for a second before she withdrew reluctantly.

"What happened Jaune?" She asked. Jaune hesitated. He wasn't sure if he actually wanted to talk about what's been happening to him for the past few days. How could he explain to her all this talk about talking dragons and floating women? No, Pyrrha already worried about him enough for the two of them, there wasn't a need to make her worry even more.

"Just another bad dream. You know how those are." Jaune lied with a tight smile on his face. Pyrrha looked as if she wanted to call him out for lying, but decided to let it slide, more worried about his physical health. She lent him an arm so that he could get back on the bed.

It didn't take much longer for him to notice that he wasn't in their room. It was kind of obvious, what with the monitors and cold white floor.

But never let it be said that Jaune was an observant guy.

"Why am I in the hospital?" He asked.

"You don't remember?"

Jaune frowned as he tried to remember the last thing that he did. He remembered… pain. Lots of pain.

He was fighting Yang. He was… he was losing. He got angry and he said…

What did he say?

Jaune put his right hand on his head as he tried to remember. Three words… if they could be called words. He remembered what happened when the shouted those words.

Yang.

Yang!

"Is Yang alright?" Jaune asked, a little ashamed that she wasn't the first thing he asked about. She was flung into the wall like a glass cup in a tornado.

Oh Dust.

Was that his semblance? Oh Dust be damned.

He could shoot tornados out of his mouth!

Wait. That couldn't be it. Could it? But if it was… what did that have to do with dragons and their language? Jaune remembered the Grimm Wyvern he fought spitting fire and ice. If he thought hard enough about it, maybe he remembered hearing it shout words?

Maybe if he shouted the right words, things would happen?

"Jaune!"

Jaune snapped out of his thoughts. "Yes I'm awake!" Tch. Instinctual response. Pyrrha cocked her head to the side.

"I know. But I was wondering if you were listening at all."

Jaune chuckled, a little ashamed. He felt bad, seeing as how he was the one who was asking in the first place.

"Sorry about that Pyr. I went a little Nora on you. Could you repeat that for me?"

"Certainly." Pyrrha smiled warmly, not at all bothered by Jaune spacing out. "Yang is fine. She actually wasn't hurt all that much except for a few bruised ribs and her Aura being almost completely gone."

Jaune winced. That was one strong semblance, to be able to wipe out such an aura from seventy-five percent to almost zero in an instant.

"On the other hand, she did wake up before you did, and was a little angry. I think she said something about wanting a rematch because you 'got a drop on her'."

Jaune just shook his head in amusement.

"Nope. One fight with Yang is good enough for me for the next ten years. Besides," Jaune rubbed his throat, feeling a slight soreness that was already fading away. "I don't think I'll be able to pull that off again anytime soon."

"Why not?" Pyrrha asked suddenly. This caught Jaune off guard.

"Huh?"

"Why won't you be able to pull it off again? It is because you can't?" Pyrrha rested her hand on Jaune's forearm. "Or because you won't?"

Normally Jaune was fine with Pyrrha being concerned about him. But now he couldn't stop feeling the slightest bit annoyed at how much she was mothering him.

"It really doesn't matter which one it is alright? I shouldn't be using it without testing it out first. Or I might end up hurting myself. Or worse, hurting someone else." Pyrrha recoiled a bit at Jaune's tense tone before crossing her arms underneath her chest.

"Sorry." She said softly.

Great. Now Jaune felt guilty. Tense anger exit left, enter horrible self-guilt.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that."

Pyrrha shook her head, already halfway there to reassuring Jaune. "It's not your fault Jaune. You were just knocked out by your… semblance, and it would make sense to keep your precautions with it."

Jaune just sighed. One step forward, two steps back with Pyrrha. If Jaune had anything resembling a backbone, he would probably be a little annoyed at how Pyrrha kept trying to deflect the blame off of him. But typical of Jaune, he just smiled softly and thanked her.

They talked a little longer with each other before the nurse came in and told them that Jaune was free to leave. Helping him out of bed, Pyrrha led him back to their room.

"So what are you going to do about your semblance Jaune?" Curiosity took over and she couldn't help but ask. Jaune thought for a second.

"I think I'll need to do some… research." Jaune said the last word a little bitterly, knowing that it meant a lot of reading and time in the library. "And maybe I'll need to practice my semblance as well? I mean practically." Pyrrha nodded in agreement. Sparring was a much more efficient way of practicing the use of semblances.

"Well maybe once every few days we can do that instead of our usual lessons?" Pyrrha offered timidly.

"No, no, I still need all the practice that I can get from you." Jaune shook his head. "I'll find someone else to help me, I'd rather not take all of your time up." Jaune said jokingly.

But what if I want to spend time with you? Alone? Pyrrha wanted so bad to say that, but she decided to keep her mouth shut instead.

"That sounds grand." Pyrrha said weakly, trying to give an enthusiastic smile. Jaune shot a smile back at her.

"Oh Jauney~" Yang's voice floated towards them as they reached their room. Jaune froze, trying to figure out a way to run before Yang could do anything to him.

It didn't really work, seeing as how a quick tumble later forced Jaune into Team RWBY's room.

"AHHH!" Jaune screamed in terror, banging on the door which Yang smoothly locked with her scroll. "REN! PYRRHA! NOR- GUYS HELP ME!"

"You do realize the rooms are soundproof right?" Blake said in amusement. Jaune deflated. Oh. Crap. He turned to Yang, who had a wide smile and cracking her knuckles in preparation to beat the living crap out of him.

Jaune was on his knees. "Please don't kill me." He pleaded. "I don't want to die a virgin! And I still haven't finished my X-Ray and Vav comic book collection yet."

"One of those things might explain the other." Weiss said under her breath.

Yang rolled her eyes. "Relax Vomit Boy, I'm not going to kill you."

"You're not?" Jaune asked, confused. Yang lifted a eyebrow.

"Do you want me to?"

Jaune quickly shook her head.

"Then I won't." Cue sigh of relief. "But I do want a rematch." Cue heart attack. "But that's not why you're here." Cue confused look.

"What was that Jaune?" Ruby asked. "How did you knock out Yang? Was that like, a super secret move that you've been saving up for her or something?"

Jaune rubbed the back of his neck. "Not… exactly."

"Then what was it?" Yang demanded, curious as to what Jaune would have that would be able to beat her. Her! The only person that should be able to beat Yang was Pyrrha, and that was because she cheats.

Jaune looked back and forth at the four girls, finding that none of them were going to bail them out. Every one of them were too curious. This was the first time Jaune used something other than his sword and shield and the suspense was too much for them to just put aside. Jaune sighed in resignation.

"Apparently that was my semblance." He said. "Which I only found out about a few seconds after I used it." Jaune laughed sheepishly as the four girls showed their individual signs of exasperation for Jaune.

"So your semblance shoots tornadoes out of your mouth?" Ruby asked incredulously. The other three also expressed their disbelief. Sheesh, it wasn't like the semblance was super crazy or anything.

"Are you guys really that confused about it? I mean, it's not like my semblance is the weirdest in the world. Heck, it's not even the weirdest one on our two teams!" Jaune defended.

"Well…" Weiss looked a little uncertain, and glanced towards Blake.

"It is a pretty normal semblance compared to the other ones out there." Weiss admitted. "But… it's not really you."

Huh?

"What do you mean?" Jaune asked, confused and a little offended.

"She didn't mean it like that Jaune," Blake said quickly, seeing the hurt in his eyes. "What she means is that semblances… well, they tend to portray and accentuate the person. Your semblance and your personality usually kind of match or at least complement each other, right?"

Jaune nodded thoughtfully. Now that he thought about it, Blake was right. Everyone he knew had semblances that seemed to practically be an extension of their personalities. So how did this… dragon spell match Jaune?

Research. He needed to figure this stuff out.

Answering Team RWBY, Jaune just shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe I'm the exception to the rule," Jaune joked, "What I do know is that I need time to study and practice with my semblance." Suddenly Jaune's movements became more meek as he lowered his gaze to the ground and started to fidget with his limbs.

"I was wondering if Weiss and Blake would help me with this?"

Weiss and Blake's eyes widened in surprised as they glanced at each other and back towards Jaune.

"Me?" Weiss said while Blake just raised an eyebrow in question.

At this point Jaune was beyond nervous and still wasn't able to look at both of them in the eyes.

"Well yeah. Blake, you're really good with books and stuff. I was hoping that you and I could find some books about my semblance to help me understand it better? And Weiss, you're really good with fighting with your semblance and I was hoping that you could help me on that side of things."

Yang frowned.

"What about me?" She asked, a little annoyed that Jaune hadn't asked her. "I can fight pretty well too." Ruby perked up. "Yeah, me too! Why aren't you asking me?" Ruby gave a pout that put Jaune into a bit of a panic.

Don't look into the Siren's gaze! Don't do it!

Averting his eyes before Ruby was able to dial up the pout, Jaune tried to calm the two sisters down.

"Ha ha, you're so right! But I mean Weiss has the most similar fighting style to me out of the three of you. I mean, it's still crazy different from mine," Jaune admitted, "but at least she uses a sword… and maybe if I can master my semblance, I can learn a thing or two from her."

Weiss's cheeks reddened a little at the unexpected praise and crossed her arms. "Well, if you're so insistent, I guess I can't refuse."

Blake didn't have as many reservations. After all, the only thing she had to do was find some books for Jaune, and helping a friend wasn't something that she really minded. Blake just nodded at Jaune, which was enough for Jaune to break out into a relieved grin.

"Thanks guys. I owe you one."

A/N: So there you have it, more interactions with people. Plot still standing still until Jaune figures more things about his 'semblance'. Tell you the truth, plot's coming in about two or more chapters. :)

On that hand, onto the next Omake!

Team RWBY was getting a little concerned. For the past half hour or so they heard yelling and screaming in the room across from them before the Team JNPR's room opened and a figure fled out.

The four of them popped their heads out to see Nora holding a staff and laughing maniacally before Pyrrha and Jaune chased after her. Another girl walked out as well with watery eyes and a t-shirt that didn't really seem to fit her. With her pink eyes and the single strand of hair highlighted pink, she looked a lot like Ren.

"Excuse me.. miss?" Weiss asked politely. "What just happened here?"

The girl turned and tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. "It seems… Jaune received a weapon that creates a bit of a mess when used." She said slowly. "Like… turning someone into another gender."

A second passed before they put the pieces together.

"Ren?!" The four of them yelled in shock. She nodded sadly and was about to continue to say something before a loud roar echoed through the halls.

They turned to see Pyrrha and Jaune run back towards them, expressions frantic as Nora appeared on top of an enormous crab, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Muhahaha! I'm the Queen of the Castle, I'm the Queen of the Castle~" Nora sang as she rode into glory.

Team RWBY could only stare in shock as Nora swung around on the crab. Nora, spotting the four girls, gained a devious light in her eyes and pointed Wabbajack towards them.

A bright light flashed and chaos ensued.

Weiss and Blake had changed clothing, Weiss suddenly sporting a fluffy tail while Blake's cat ears disappeared along with her bow. Yang seemed to shrink a few feet a lose a few sizes, if you got my meaning, and looked as young as Ruby did.

Ruby on the other hand, was screaming her head off as she clung onto the back of the crab.

Nora continued to giggle as she chased down Jaune and Pyrrha.

Sheogorath kept a close eye on the events, along with a man wearing a horned helm, both dying of laughter.