Wow, still alive and breathing. Hello again, all!
Yep, I'm back from the horrors of this year's midterm after the last one and its finals, yeah I know I was gone way too long and had no communication on if I still give a single ounce of care on this story and left it abandoned for a while.
Hope some of you still hold on hope and to those that did. I thank you.
But again, I'm back and even after all this time I'm still stockpiling ideas for this story that I have no clue on how to implement them.
By the way, this particular transcript was originally the first part of chapter 5 and I have been holding onto it like an addict hoping to be satisfied with it, but in the end finally realized it's just bad for chapter 5 and relegated this to my "Comeback chapter"
Which is also one of the reasons why i haven't release chapter 5...
Oh yeah, Blake and Ruby are going to be the main girls for a while. Still, like the fact that Jaune and Blake had few interactions much for season 1 - 3, which makes me a lucky boy to fill it in with my own interpretation and with Ruby just being Ruby.
So, once again, chapter 5 is coming. But I'll have to start over again with a new intro. Maybe from the other character's point of view of the recent events, what they think about it and such, I dunno…
Great, just what he needs…
From one disaster arrived to another. It's like he pissed off lady luck, somehow for the life of him can't find out why, and ends up with more trouble to deal with.
The cursed Arc luck did after all passed down unto him from his mother, and like it's going to change with him; why should it start now?
But there's always a silver lining in these unpleasant situations, there has to be at least just something, it could be a single factor to make horrible experience somewhat bearable for him to head further be justified. Right now, with how things are running its course along a steep downhill, he must be blind or he missed the silver lining.
Things will get better, they have to.
Maybe it'll come soon… Yeah, his bad luck is bound to fizzle out, eventually.
Okay, no matter. Until things die out, he'll need to be more discreet about this and especially about these powers of his, which should have been simple if coming by his record at Beacon is enough.
So, he's got that "just another no-name student in a crowd of students" look down to a tee. It has always been apparent that he's not the most eye-catching person, quite the opposite, in fact.
So, pretty much a nondescript nobody as they come. Just another background character, unremarkable and easily forgettable.
Probably another black silhouette in a sea of average-looking bystanders in people's eyes. Right now his sentiment on that is pretty mixed.
Of course, as it goes with the Arc's luck, all of it has to crash somewhere and of all nights - it just had to be last night. Being self-righteous sent him impulsively in the middle to stop a terrorist attack in an attempt to be a hero.
There was an overbearing weakening feeling of the thought weighting down him in his ire. That or he got himself here, inside an elevator along this growing silence keeping him company as he is ascending towards a single destination; but on the other hand, he swore it felt like he was instead sinking under the sea.
A reaction from a dream, or could it be from a buried memory? Hell if he knows.
Regardless, there were far worse places he could be right now, but it's more about where he is being lifted to that's scaring the living daylights out of him yet.
Great, just by the second day of finding out I have the powers from those other worlds… My dreams, correcting himself, and already heading towards the worst place I'd rather not be. Great, just great. It's way too obvious to even Jaune that he's going to need more than just hope to leave in one piece after this, like there's a bit of uncertainty at his own ability to sweet words and silver tongue his way out aren't enough to even trick.
Like that's even a possibility… Which causes a sigh out of Jaune. It's really looking unlikely the seconds pass.
Hell, who wouldn't be afraid of what's he's about to do?
Along his sensibility is having a difficult time to find some justification of lying towards the face belonging to one of, if not, the most influential and powerful person Remnant has witnessed in near decades with various accolades and reputation on his belt; in short, Ozpin is not a man to be trifled with.
But does that him with any other choices?
No, not really, that was rhetorical.
Oh, brothers above, please watch over me, just this once. No such traces of confidence here or once was. Holy shit, it only proved he's done for, or going to be, eventually.
All was too late, none of that now as his body soon jerked up as his eyes bore watch as the doors slide open; Finally; came a soft mechanical ding that sounded like it signaled his impending doom.
A foot in front of the beast's lair.
Well, if he's going to die, he might as well die with his father's advice: Be confident; and in just milliseconds, he effortlessly constructs a facade of faux blank exterior as he enters Ozpin's office.
"Mr. Arc, I hope you've had more than ideal recovery…?" More than what the doctor could do, yeah - meaning, not much in their abilities to what his body could already handle on a whim, really.
There was no telling what the next minutes might en-tale, when considering everything tied him to a single option left on the table for him to understand one thing and understand well: tread carefully and be very deliberate about it; or at least act like he does.
As being long in the profession long - before Jaune was even born - Ozpin obviously has a keen eye for things and could easily spot any hesitation or uncertainty going forward.
Yeah, the fun part...
It became increasingly clear that things were getting worse when he saw it - its appearance taunting him. The room was lit by a ray of light shining in through the window - by chance; he notices it creating the ethereal illusion of a divine presence inside, one who is indifferent to towards to him. The endless blue sky, dotted with fluffy white clouds, mocked him with its beauty as freedom seemed so close, just beyond the glass that's waiting to be shattered.
"Mister Arc?" Of which is just between the headmaster, of course. Not forgetting that.
The attention-drawing cough snapped him back to reality, and following the realization that he still has to deal with this still, as he bobbed to level his head, in acknowledging that there was no helping him anymore and any endeavor left is futile, and so strutted closer to the white-haired man who bore a calming smile.
On that note, no, it didn't really help matters at all.
When said smile belonged to Ozpin, it only makes it give out more ominous than genuine that freaks his poor soul out, despite what his headmaster's actual intentions are.