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The screen began to bubble and boil as the familiar silver door rose from it's depths, the thick purple chains corroding and breaking apart as the door opened up and bathed everything in dark purple.
From the tainted light, came a single red eye that glared at the screen before the door slammed shut and everything became static, a crumbling rose symbol appearing every so often as the title began to form.
The Ruinverse: Chapter One Hundred and Six, A Semblance of 'Unity'.
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-Remnant, Sanus, Vale, Beacon Academy, Main Avenue-
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The sound of metal rang across the open yet empty avenue as a figure moved towards the emerald studded castle, the sun rising towards midday behind the tallest tower as several workers, each one sporting a single wolf head emblem on their shoulders, were busy replacing the emerald green flags with dark gold ones and the tiles of the Huntsmen Academy with dark gold bricks.
[A beautiful day, perfect for a celebration.]
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[The sun shines brightly today, and is overall perfect.]
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[A perfect day...]
As the figure moved past the Huntsmen statue with a deliberately slow trot, the camera zoomed towards the front gates, where several rows of Huntsmen, from Atlas to Vauco, were standing in a vertical line across the paved stone road like unmoving statues.
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"Attention!" all of the Huntsmen said at once, in perfect unison, as the figure came into their line of sight, causing them to salute this unknown figure's arrival. "Make way for the king!"
Creak!
The doors slowly opened as the Huntsmen stood erect, stuck in their saluting poses, as the figure walked in with a smirk on their face.
"All hail the king!"
"All hail the king!"
"All hail the king!"
SLAM!
[For a coronation. My coronation that is. Ah, to think I would live to see this glorious day. I mean, a unified Remnant is something no one would ever dream about except in posh comic books...well maybe fairy tales as well but I hate them so they don't count.]
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The sound of clanking metal scraped across the wooden floors as the figure moved deeper into the castle's inner workings, several students of different ages and backgrounds yet with the single wolf's head emblem on their right shoulders, were busy tearing down the green curtains and replacing them with dark gold ones or were covering the white plaster with black paint.
"Ugh!"
"Ugh!" one of the students grunted while pulling the curtain down, with some difficulty due to being shorter than the actual curtains. "Ugh!"
Clank!
CRACK!
"Ah-"
CRUNCH!
[Idiots, should've used a ladder. Oh wait, I never told them to use one…oh well, not important.]
The figure stopped as they looked upon the bloody remains of the unfortunate student, their skull opened up like a melon by the heavy metal curtain rod, the green fabric slowly dying pure red. "..."
Yet as they looked down at their feet, the pool of blood began to trickle towards them, causing him to back away and point their right hand towards the corpse with contempt.
"Clean up this mess." the figure said coldly while the other students nodded and began to pick up the corpse. "You're lucky the blood didn't stain my boots or you'd be jumping off the cliffs by now."
[Good help is easy to find.]
The figure watched as the students dragged the body out of the hallway, looking blankly at the dripping brain matter from the corpse's head for a moment before turning and walking away from the area at a much faster trot towards their destination.
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[But keeping them alive is the hard part. I mean, I used to run entire cities as its mayor, and believe me, I always had the short end of the stick when it comes to long lasting 'help'. But I digress, today isn't about the past but my coronation.]
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[...still. Looking back at the past is always a good pastime. Yes, very good…the many accomplishments I achieved is staggering, almost unheard of.]
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[Although, they started out fairly small and simple back then. From taking candy from the shops back in Argus, especially those strawberry flavored taffy...mmm...need to get some more later, to getting my seven sisters to stop dressing me in girly clothes. I get it, I look good in one but enough was enough, especially...when Saphron suggested the panties...ugh.]
The camera zoomed away from the figure and right towards the end of the long hallway, passing by several students repainting the walls in the process.
[From there came the more...adult activities, such as robbery, theft, espionage and so much more. Oh, I recall them in great detail, the Great Argus Bank Heist, the Argus National Museum Theft and its missing collection of Dust encrusted relics, the CCTS Data Breach, the Sanctum Academy Takeover Scandal and my favorite, the Mayor for Life Conspiracy. Oh, that one was fun, given I had many job 'offers' for several towns and settlements all over Anima, all of which were to become their mayor. Ah...so boring the paperwork but great experience to gain. Good times, good times.]
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[But good times have to end someday, and well, I got bored of being mayor. I mean who wouldn't be bored of a desk job like that? So for a time I just turned this seat of power into something...more. Yes, as silly as it sounded, I used all of my time building up a loyal fanbase and getting rid of the more 'annoying' fans on a whim. Kinda sounds like a comic book despot once I think about it but hey, I was a bored person, I needed some entertainment besides stealing personal secrets from random people, which in my line of business was almost every day.]
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The camera zoomed closer and closer towards the hallway's end as the sound of clanking metal echoed across the near empty institution and the dark gray metallic doors moved closer towards the screen.
(A few minutes later)
-Amphitheater-
SLAM!
The doors slammed open with a powerful kick, denting the nearby walls in the process, as the figure walked into the dark gray clad room, where rows of people, all from different kingdoms, from the highest elites to the lowliest of street rats, to the headmasters and their students, were all standing in unison, shoulder to shoulder, around the circular stage or standing in the bleachers as the formerly blue lights were replaced with gold in the backdrop.
And right in the middle of the stage was a large metallic gold throne with two snarling wolf's head-like armrests, various sized broken sword blades welded to the base and multicolored Dust crystals jutting from the back like a wave that seemed to cast a dark shadow on the wall behind it.
[Ah. My subjects, all waiting for me...good. Just like I told them to, and look, the throne was brought in as well. Mmmmmm...it looks a little lopsided but what the heck, I'll just commission another one later.]
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[Now where was I? Oh yes, the boredom. Gods, the boredom! It was paperwork here, paperwork there, murder the competition this day, finish the paperwork by that day! I had no idea being a mayor, or really a politician was hard work! Although right now I'm moving up in the world...ugh, I need to abolish paperwork. Um...where was-oh right, what happened afterwards, right right. Ahem. All of that changed when I met...her.]
The figure continued his trek towards the stage, ignoring the chants of the crowd around them as they took notice of a...person coming from behind the throne.
That person, a tall muscular fair skinned woman with long waist length red hair in a ponytail that curled slightly into a loose ringlet, green eyes, light green eyeshadow around the far upper corners of her eyes, a D cup chest and small ass, small bronze wolf earrings, wearing a white short sleeved dress that went down to her knees and had a yellow wolf head emblem stitched over her right breast, long white elbow length opera gloves, a bronze wolf-like circlet with five small green teardrop shaped emeralds attached thin bronze chains, a large bronze gorget and brown ankle length high heels with gold trimming near the sides, smiled at the figure's presence as her lips...seemed to be forcing itself to hold the facial gesture in place.
[Pyrrha Nikos. Sanctum's best. Sponsor of Pumpkin Pete's. International superstar. All of these things fit her to a 'T' but to me...she was my first love. Corny yes, akin to a rom-com protagonist yes...but that's how I was, how I still feel even now.]
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"My liege." the huntress said with a bow, her body somewhat...rigid and inhuman in motion, as the figure moved towards the right side stairway. "The throne awaits."
[Beauty. Strength. Cunning. Power. Lien. Fame. A great fanbase. The perfect body. Modesty. Confidence galore. Traits rarely found in one around my age, and even rarer in any generation. I...wanted her. Desired her. Craved. Her. She was my soulmate in all but name.]
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[These desires took it's toll on my heart and, one Monday evening, I chose to act upon them. With the best suit, the most beautiful of roses and the classiest of restaurants reserved for the entire day, I showed up to her room and offered her the world if she reciprocated my feelings.]
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[But.]
The figure stopped near the throne, seemingly taking in the 'splendor' of the highly expensive seat of power, before taking a seat upon it, their left arm resting upon the armrest as their left cheek planted itself upon the closed fist in a very bored and uncouth manner.
[She said no. She said no...to me. After I offered her all the riches of Remnant. The positions of power. The untold knowledge. The free food for life. Anything she wanted, all in exchange for the honor of being my girlfriend...but...but...but...]
As the camera zoomed towards the throne, the light above the figure began to form a spotlight over them, revealing their true form in the process...that being a tall semi muscular fair skinned young man with long semi spiky blond hair that went down to his shoulder blades and was tied into a wolf tail ponytail with a gold hair tie, dark blue eyes, a small stubble-like beard on his chin, wearing a black long sleeved shirt with thin cyan Hard Light Dust infused chainmail sewed into the fabric, a dark gold diamond-shaped cuirass with purple lining, a light gray wolf's head emblem with two crescent moon-like horns on its head emblazoned in the center of the cuirass, thick dark gold spaulders with dark green, dark gold rerebraces, dark gold elbow length gauntlets with cut orange green opal crystals encrusted on the knuckles, two long brown leather belts criss crossing his chest with several copper, silver and gold metals attached to them, an albino tiger fur lined brown leather belt around his waist, a white gold lined sheath on his left hip with a gold hilted sword fitted inside, black jeans with thin cyan Hard Light Dust infused chainmail sewed into the fabric, dark gold cuisses with light gray and white lining, dark gold greaves with orange lining, and black boots with a single curved iron point at the toes, whose expression was unusrually cold as his eyes burned with an intense fire aki to a refined kiln.
SCINCH!
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Golden 'nails' dug into the right armrest as the man's eyes darted towards the huntress, who seemed to be frightened behind her cheerful demeanor, her irises dilating inwards upon meeting the cold pools of ice.
[SHE. REJECTED. ME!]
"Grrr." the man growled as he glared at Pyrrha, seemingly contemplating more...darker actions incapable of the written word, before staring back at the crowd and relaxed his grip a little.
[Me. The greatest being on the planet! She rejected me, and for what? Just because I was wearing a suit? Had money? Was the mayor of several cities? No...it wasn't any of those, although I wished they were the reasons for her rejection. I could handle material matters...but calling me an asshole, a jerk and a cocky son of a bitch? Ok, maybe the last two were in my head but still! Calling me, someone that loved her more than the Schnee's love of Dust, an asshole!? That...that actually hurt. Like really hurt. I kinda felt my heart getting stabbed that time as she slammed the door in my face and booted me from Sanctum with her semblance. Gods...that was the worst day of my life.]
"..." the man sighed a little before snapping his fingers. "Ozpin. The crown. Now."
[However, I persevered and moved on...is what I WOULD say if I was a weakling. But no, I dealt with the 'issue' and now Pyrrha finally sees things my way. Even taught me how to be a Huntsman, which gave me a brilliant idea.]
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The man turned his head slightly to the left as he saw the aged headmaster of Beacon walking towards him, his attire now consisting of a gold and black tuxedo and pants with a single wolf's head emblem on his red tie, while giving a forced smile of complacency.
And lo, in the headmaster's left hand was a satin pillow with a dark gold helmet-like crown in the shape of a snarling wolf's head with multiple antler-like crystals embedded on the sides and top that seemed to be made of cut Dust crystals sporting a multitude of color ranging from bright orange and yellow to dark blue and white, resting upon it on a thin white cloth of silk.
[With my 'gift' of persuasion, I could become more than just a mayor. I can become the greatest Huntsman in the world, no, of all time! So I tracked down every single Huntsman from all of the kingdoms and became their students, even took down some organizations like the White Fang and the Spider as well. And look at what happened, I unified the world and now...I'm going to be their king, one that will protect them from the Grimm, with a small fee of worshiping me that is.]
"My liege." Ozpin said in an unusually meek tone. "The crown."
"...and the crystals? They are the one right type of Dust right?" the man said with a slight edge in his tone, making both Ozpin and Pyrrha's eyes dilate a little in fear.
"Y-Yes. They are all accounted for." he said while the man raised an eyebrow at the older man.
"Then tell me which are which from their color."
"Bright orange, Superheat or Combustion Dust. Yellow, Lightning Dust. Red, Burn or Fire Dust. Black and/or purple, Gravity Dust. Cyan, Hard Light Dust. Light blue, Ice Dust. Green, Plant Dust. Dark orange, Rock or Earth Dust. Blue, Water Dust. White or pale green, Air or Wind Dust. Dark blue, Steam Dust." Ozpin said quickly while the man nodded his head, just as Pyrrha walked over to the crown and slowly placed it on his head.
"Good. Now, stand in a corner. You are not needed at the moment." the man said while waving his left hand at the headmaster in a rude yet dismissive gesture.
[Heh, I already knew what the Dust was, I mean I commissioned it in the first place, but I digress. I love making a fool of these so-called 'headmasters'. Always so...indecisive and lackluster. Ozpin is an old man that gets a kick from sending people to their deaths via throwing them off cliffs. Leonardo is a former hero that acts more like a cowardly lion than a headmaster. Ironwood is insane and paranoid about everything NOT inorganic, I mean by the gods he tried to replace his own men with robots, and they say I'm heartless. And then there was Theodore, the so-called strongest headmaster, meh, he was just a flamboyant man child that was too protective of others and not himself, a reckless fool when it comes to others. Bah, none of these headmasters had the brains to unite, even when it would be convenient for them. Even the White Fang had a unified goal, especially after they swore loyalty to me.]
"Yes, my liege." the headmaster said before walking away, his hands twitching with fear as Pyrrha stepped away from the throne.
"Does it fit?"
"Yes, thank you my 'queen'." the man said before looking at the crowd, fixating his gaze towards the nearly overcrowded assembly like a hawk.
[Yes, I will be more than just another leader, I will be the god that Remnant needs. I will bring my Arc Dynasty into reality.]
The man smirked while straightening himself out on his throne before pulling out his sword from its sheath with his left hand. "My subjects. Bow to me, worship me, call out to your new king."
[My dream shall be made. I will become more than a single Argusian with lofty fantasies!]
"All hail King Jaune I!" the crowd chanted in unison while falling to their knees in a bowing position. "All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
[I, Jaune Arc, Founding King of the Arc Dynasty, shall be remembered forever!]
"Yes. Chant my name, for it shall be your battle cry. You all shall take the war to the Grimm, slaughter them without fear or panic, without retreat or surrender. For too long have we hid from the enemy, but now, on the coronation of your king, you shall take up arms and obliterate every single Grimm you see! Slaughter then without mercy! Wipe them from history!" the newly crowned king grinned while raising his sword upwards. "For you are without terror or preservation. You are the army of the Arc Dynasty! My tsunami of war!"
[With Relics in hand and Maiden's as weapons, the world shall fear and love me!]
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"Kingdoms of Atlas, Vale, Mistral, Vauco. Lowly nations of Mantle and Menagerie. Aggressive White Fang. Rise above the pointless squabbles of old and rejoice, for your sacrifice shall bring Remnant into an age of peace for all!"
[All shall bow before me!]
"For that will be your reward! To die for the glory of your king!" the man yelled while standing from his throne, the chanting growing louder and louder with each syllable uttered from his mouth. "Your god on this planet!"
[For I am King Jaune I, the only god you shall ever worship!]
"For I am King Jaune I, the only god you shall ever worship!" the king yelled as the people 'cheered' for him, the blonde's own eyes glowing a dark gold as the same color appeared, for a brief moment, on everyone else in the room.
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
"All hail King Jaune I!"
As the chanting reached its climax, the newly made king sheathed his blade and sat back on his throne, smirking with a tainted sense of amusement, the screen slowly fading to black as he rested his head on his right fist.
[Heh, all hail the king, baby.]
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Name/Designation Title: Jaune Arc/King Jaune I (A Semblance of 'Unity' Jaune Arc- ASOUJARWBY)
Age: 17
Affiliation: Ultimate Evil (Due to semblance)
Dimension: - 660912- 99 ASOUJARWBY
Abilities: Enhanced strength, durability, agility, speed and stamina, extremely high aura pool, high hand to hand combat skills and knowledge, high leadership skills and knowledge (due to semblance), high shield handling and knowledge, high swordsmanship skills and knowledge, high Huntsmen skills and knowledge, high Dust handling and knowledge, high firearms handling and knowledge, high weapons handling and knowledge, high adaptability, population manipulation and control (via semblance), Kingdom manipulation and control (via semblance), semi delusional mindset (from megalomania madness).
Semblance(s): Mind Control
Bio: In this timeline, the semblances, Aura Amp and Mind Control, went into two different people instead of their original canon users, causing a drastic alteration in Remnant's history that would doom it forever. For the host of Aura Amp, now in the body of Jax Asturias of Vauco, his life was remarkably uneventful as he became a Vacuoian thief with a very weak aura and the inability to utilize the semblance to its fullest potential, which led to him committing small time crime sprees for money before his sister, Gillian, slew him on orders of Slade Academy's headmaster, Theodore Gale, ending his life on a relatively anti-climatic note...something worthy for a sociopath. Yet for the host of Mind Control...the life of Jaune Arc was drastically different from canon, as the semblance manifested within him during his childhood, causing him to exploit the power for his own selfish desires, from acquiring candy and toys to having more time with his very large family, especially his parents. But as he matured, Jaune's fantasies began to morph from childish flights of fancy to a sinister pipedream as he began to use his powers, increased to it's maximum limit due to his extremely high aura pool, to commit heinous actions, from robbing banks, stealing priceless artifacts from museums, forcing others into telling personal secrets and high level/forbidden information, becoming 'mayors' of several cities at once before graduating to despot status, murdering people on a whim and establishing 'loyal' followers that follow his every command. Yet even after becoming the ruler of several Anima cities, he wasn't satisfied and felt bored...until he met Pyrrha Nikos, Sanctum Academy's star Huntress and popular icon, whom he instantly fell in love with and offered her the world for her affections, including positions of power and wealth, but she refused due to seeing him as just another 'asshole suitor'. This one rejection infuriated Jaune and forced him to use his semblance on her, extracting all her Huntsmen secrets from her before making her 'reconsider' the offer, which made him realize that with his powers, he could become Remnant's most powerful Huntsmen, a being that can rule the world and 'protect' it from evil. In the span of a few years, Jaune would use his powers to take control of all Huntsmen he encountered, forcing them to train him in their arts before either killing them or turning them into his loyal foot soldiers, which he used to take control of the Four Kingdoms and 'unified' them into a single empire, the Arc Dynasty, as he crowned himself King Jaune I inside the walls of Beacon Academy as his 'queen', Pyrrha, presented the crown to him. Upon learning of the relics and of Salem's existence, he decided to conquer her like he did everyone else, forcing all of Remnant to fight the Grimm head on for his own amusement and glory. A twisted tale of control and domination made manifest through the desires of the Arc's only son...all hail the king.
