Ok fellas this chapter is going to be completed before the next chapter of "War!" because I feel like I kinda cheated you all with two re-hashed chapters. I've taken into consideration all of your suggestions and I am proud to say I have decided! I'll go into further detail in this chapter but for now some congrats are in order!

Thanks to:

Hellcer

Benthino

paytonc96

Masked Guest

All of your suggestions have been noted and I plan on incorporating them into Jaune's fighting style and character! Thanks to everyone else who sent in ideas because this one was kinda hard to choose!

Enjoy the chapters lovelies!

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The bullhead jerked slightly due to an air current and Jaune resisted the urge to heave. Groomed for almost his entire life, he never really got to explore Remnant or anywhere else besides his tiny little town of Ansel. He learned that he had a crippling case of air sickness when on his ride over to the Atlesian base, and it also turns out that no one had any medicine for him when on the trip to Vale.

"5 minutes Mr. Arc, I promise." Ozpin commented amused at the boy's pain, she had to admit, seeing the almost completely bitter boy in such a vulnerable state was a little surreal and pretty funny. She had masterfully resisted giggling lest the bullhead be blown out of the sky by a sudden and completely random thunderstorm.

"You said that 30 minutes ago." he growled, the hand over his mouth muffling the words slightly.

She just waved her hand dismissively. "Merely a small lie to try and make you feel better, but we really are-"

"We are beginning our descent now, please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for landing." the pilot's voice cut her off as it crackled over the intercom.

"See?" Ozpin said, smiling coyly to which Jaune just grumbled.

As Jaune stepped off the infernal contraption his first thought was how marvelous Beacon academy was. A Goliath structure of white and grey arches that passed over a beautiful courtyard and connected to an even grander castle-esque series of buildings that must have made up the school itself. Situated in the middle was a tall tower, a green glass clock smack dab at the top, looking over the entire school grounds.

Jaune tried to hide the wobble in his knees and he stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Goodwitch and Ozpin stepped out with him and he found himself in the accompany of what he would politely call some "peculiar" people.

Several different -what he assumed to be- teachers stood at the landing pad, ready to greet their new pupil and boss.

The first one was a portly woman, a short head of nearly white hair and a round belly that made her look insufficient to fight Grimm out in the field. She was dressed like a cross between one of those old-timey nutcrackers and a bell hop. She wears a double-breasted burgundy suit with gold trimmings and buttons, a pair of black slacks, as well as a pair of what look to be modified cavalry boots.

She stood there quite merrily, a smile on her wrinkled face as she let loose a boisterous laugh that may or may not have shaken the stone arches. "My boy! It is good to finally meet you! I am Professor Petunia Port, the Grimm Studies teacher here at Beacon."

She looked like she was going to extend a hand for a handshake (despite being more than 10 feet away) until one look from Jaune ended that notion quickly.

The second one was the yin to Port's yang. A tall, lanky woman with wild, spiky green hair wearing a simple dress shirt (although the buttons were wrong leaving her chest slightly exposed), black slacks, and some dress shoes. A pair of crooked glasses were on her face as she readjusted them every few seconds; he guessed it was because they were being knocked loose by her spastic shaking.

Seriously, the foot tapping, the shoulder shaking, and the quick, darting glances made her look more like a crack addict than a teacher. He had no idea what was in that thermos of hers she was carrying but he didn't want to be involved in a sting operation to find out.

"M-My boy! I am Doctor Beatrice Oobleck, the History teacher here at our prestigious school!" she took a long hit of her "coffee" and continued. "I hope we can work together very well! I mean- I mean, you are the first male with aura for Oum's sake."

The sentence made Jaune swallow a sour expression but Ozpin could probably have felt it. "Doctor, please, remember what we talked about and do not say such things to Mr. Arc. He has had a rough time enough as it is due to his proclivity."

"Of course! Of course! My boy, I did not mean to offend." he just nodded his head and looked at the remaining two.

Some tiger faunus wearing a lab coat, orange turtleneck, and brown skirt was trying to desperately stay out of sight; almost hiding behind Port to do so. And, when his glare affixed it to her, she did just that as she tried to stammer out an introduction. "P-P-Professor P-Peach, Dust t-teacher."

Deciding not to torment what could be his teacher next year his eyes settled on the next one. Black hair down to her shoulders, raggedy suit vest and dress shirt, black slacks and dress shoes, and a frayed red cloak. She must not have liked his inspection of her appearance because she spoke up within a few moments.

"See something you like oh special one?" she taunted, doing a half-drunken curtsy that almost tipped her over.

"Qrow" Goodwitch warned but she was a little too late.

"Smells like the divorce is going well drinky." he fired back with some of his hidden venom, the retort was enough to make Ozpin sigh and Qrow look at him with newfound curiosity. Suddenly, her curiosity turned into a smirk as she nodded her head approvingly.

"Not married." she said, cocking her eyebrows suggestively at him.

"Makes sense." he snorted, it surprised her enough to shock her into silence for a few moments. The three other teachers swiveled their heads in between the two like a flock of pigeons as they shot insults at eachother.

"Ozzy-girl, where did you find this treasure and why have you been keeping him secret?" she fake-chided Ozpin, this was the first kid to not be so put-off by her appearance and attitude to the point where he could insult back with surprising fluidity.

"Qrow, please don't antagonize him." Ozpin sighed, shaking her head as Goodwitch stepped up to control the situation.

"Enough Qrow, go to the tower and we'll brief you on your schedule from now on. Meanwhile, Oobleck, Port, Peach, can you escort Mr. Arc around the campus and show him where he will be staying."

"Yeah yeah." Qrow mumbled before drunkenly wandering off somewhere in the general direction of the tower, the three teachers nodded their heads and Port extended a hand as a gesture of following.

"Good luck Mr. Arc, you won't regret it." Ozpin finished with a smile on her face. Jaune couldn't help but feel there was something wrong behind it.

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"This is the library Mr. Arc." Beatrice explained hurriedly. They had dragged Jaune through an unholy amount of places from the cafeteria, to the gym, to the classrooms, to the dorms, the staff offices, and now to the library.

"Yes, you may take out any book or books as you like so long as you continually return them within a punctual fashion and in good health." Port added on boisterously, Peach still nearly clinging to her back.

He honestly did not understand how she had become a teacher, nor did he understand how she was a tiger faunus of all things. They continued out of the library, some students making hushed whispers and glances that followed the same pattern from every place they visited. None had approached them for reasons he didn't care to think about, but he could still feel their hidden eyes everywhere he went.

Next up came a small little building in between the dorms and the gym, but close enough to everything else.

"Yes yes! Here is the guest house where we keep the, well, guests! Discerning clients, visiting huntsman, transfer students, and now you." Oobleck continued before taking another long sip of whatever was in that thermos.

He eyed the building wearily, it certainly didn't look decrepit so that was something atleast. He entered and they gave him a very plain looking scroll, when he looked to them for an answer Port stepped forward.

"That scroll my boy will allow you access to the various campus facilities such as the gym, library, cafeteria, and your room!" she explained happily belly jiggling with her annunciations, he could vaguely see Peach nod vigorously behind him.

He pressed the scroll up to the door they stopped at and, with a soft click, it opened to reveal a small room, roughly like that of a hotel, with a small bathroom and shower next to the door. He entered in a dropped his bag of meager clothing and personal effects on the plain-looking bed before turning back to them.

"Ugh, what now?" he asked shortly, Port drummed her fingers on her belly while doing what Jaune assumed was her thinking pose before her metaphorical lightbulb went off.

"Well my boy I feel as though you should go talk to Ozpin! I'm sure you have some questions don't you!" Jaune nodded and pocketed the scroll before leaving his small dorm room, shutting the door behind him he muttered a "thanks" before walking down the hall.

When he was out of earshot Port turned to look at her colleagues. "He certainly seems to be the chipper one doesn't he?"

"Hmm, yes. Although he is far from sociable or kind, I'm sad to say he has a reason for it. The poor boy barely had a chance to live his own life before being sold off to some rich folk." Beatrice said, taking yet another sip from her thermos.

"Y-Yeah, but did y-you feel that from him? I-I'm surprised they w-weren't attacked by a Nevermore w-with his attitude." Peach stammered, still clutching Port's suit from behind.

Port sighed, for once feeling her age. "Yes, but the best we can do is try and make him feel at home and bring him to people who can he build a bond with. Although I got a bad feeling about all this." she muttered before the teachers turned away to go back to their respective offices.

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Jaune entered Beacon's tower easily enough, making it past the desk receptionist and up the elevator with no issue. The doors opened to reveal the Headmaster's office, a spacious place with large, brass gears rumbling softly overhead. He guessed that was what made the clock work, but the floor, made out of green glass, also had its own network of shifting gears beneath it as well.

Standing near the lone desk was Ozpin, Glynda, and Qrow who looked like they just got finished talking if the flask in Qrow's hand was anything to go by.

"I'm here Ozpin." he said, casting his hands wide like he was making a big entrance. Qrow snorted but instead of saying anything just took a mighty swig of whatever liver-killing poison was in that thing.

"Yes Mr. Arc good to see you, I hope accommodations suited you fine." she asked, hands on her cane as she sat in her chair.

"Yeah. Now let's get this briefing done with." he retorted, he was tired and didn't want to play this stupid hospitality game with her.

"Now he's got the right idea Oz." Qrow remarked but quickly shut up when Glynda glared at him.

"Of course. Mr. Arc, Miss Qrow here has agreed to train you in Grimm combat for the next year or so in order to make up for your supposed lack of actual combat skills. The teachers here, in the mean time, will provide you with additional lessons to help prepare you for what you will miss by not going to Combat School." Ozpin took a small sip of her coffee before continuing. "First and foremost will be aquiring your weapon before Qrow can fully train you."

"Yep, ain't taking an idiot who can't swing a sword straight out with me to hunt Grimm kid." Qrow interrupted before the sharp crack of Glynda's riding crop silenced her once more.

"As I was saying. While we don't expect you to be an expert by next year's time you will have more hands-on training than most of our recruits by the time next school year comes around. Qrow will train you in hand-to-hand combat as well, and of course your studies with the other teachers, so you can expect to have just about every hour of every day filled with training and studies." Ozpin shrugged her shoulders slightly. "The price you pay for skipping so much experience I'm afraid."

If she expected Jaune to look distraught or overwhelmed she was dead wrong, instead he just jutted his chin in a half-nod. "Sounds good, would tomorrow work to get started on my weapon? I think I need some food and sleep first."

"Of course, I have called the kitchens to prepare for you an extra portion to eat." she looked at Qrow who still chugged her drink every so often. "As far as you go, I'd like for you to get a feel for what kind of weapon he'd be best suited for."

Qrow looked him up and down appraisingly. "Not a scythe that's for sure, the imbalance between his speed and skill would prove too much to handle so we're going to keep it simple enough."

Jaune nodded his head and turned around. "Seeya" was all he said before entering the elevator doors and disappearing.

"I like him." Qrow chuckled as Glynda sighed and Ozpin rubbed her temples slightly. This was going to be a match made in hell, she just knew it.

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Jaune was walking back to his dorm with a small brown bag in his hand. Just a panini and some other assorted bits of food the cooks left out for him but his stomach was more than happy to take it. It was late at this point, maybe 9:42, and he was so happy to see the quaint little guest dorms that he didn't notice someone coming towards him. He felt a sudden impact on his back that made him stagger forward, he regained balance quickly and whirled around to see his assaulter. The clouds darkened in the night sky.

Before him was some fashionista chick and a rabbit faunus. Slightly shorter than him on both accounts but the fashionista was eyeing him with her sunglasses pulled down slightly. Yes, she was wearing sunglasses at night.

He already disliked her.

"So, you're the dude with aura then? Gotta admit, I saw that Atlas press thing and, just for the record, I like that little rebellious streak in you tiger." Jaune's eye twitched involuntarily, this girl made his nervous tic and stress-induced breakdown sound like he was some dumbass "bad boy" stereotype.

"Was there a reason you stopped me kid?" he said, she scowled and looked at him sharply.

"Rude, and yes." she traced a manicured nail around his chest. "You know, if you ever want someone to keep you a little company I wouldn't mind seeing what you're all about."

Jaune slapped the finger away and glared at her. "Goodnight" he said and without a further word turned to go back to the sanctity of his dorms.

Hispter-chick just gawked at his fading form before reality set in. "Hey you!-"

"Goodnight" he said dismissively before entering the cream-colored building, leaving hipster and the bunny to slink back to whatever seedy dorm they came from. With his aura-enhanced hearing he could hear hipster-chick complaining glumly to her friend who just consoled her motherly.

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Jaune woke up the next morning to someone pounding on his door. Sulking out of bed he opened it roughly, dressed only in some boxers and a black tank top. Outside was none other than Qrow, smelling like a happy hour special and suitably underwhelmed by him.

"Wakey wakey kid. I don't plan on letting you sleep in so it's time to get moving." she looked him up and down. "if you're gonna roll with me you're gonna need some stylish duds champ."

"Well I don't exactly have any stylish duds you drunk." he grunted to which Qrow just shook her head.

"Obvious. We're going into town, get dressed and then we'll head to the bullheads." Jaune nodded and picked out a pair of jeans and a grey shirt before exiting the dorm, making sure to lock the door.

They slinked down the early-morning stone paths of Beacon's courtyard as the sun started to peak over the horizon. "Anyone even open at this time?" asked Jaune incredulously.

"Only one, the same guy who's gonna make your weapon." was all Qrow said as they boarded the bullhead.

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Stepping off the machine from hell Jaune realized where he was: Vale. Or atleast, the marketplace of Vale where you could find almost anything from civilian clothing stores to Huntress weapon shops to some erotic themed stores that parents kept their kids away from. Qrow lead him quickly down the cobblestone road to come to some forgotten corner of the marketplace. A shop was crammed in between a tech repair shop and a dry cleaners, Dusty's One-and-Only Emporium of Weapons and Armor! said the neon sign that flickered like it was about to go out.

"Nice looking place." Jaune said, noting the bars on the most likely bulletproof windows with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey kid, the most unassuming of places are usually the places where people assume." Qrow said wisely, or- no, scratch that, *drunkenly as she stumbled into the shop. The bell jittered as some heavy clunking could be heard upstairs.

"I told you bastards that ya ain't-" a large, burly, red haired man came tromping down the steps behind the counter only to stop when he saw Qrow.

"Qrow Branwen, what's your sorry ass doing in this dump?" he asked jovially.

Qrow smirked. "Ask myself that every time I come here. No, I'm here to get something for the kid. I'm taking on another pupil y'see."

The man -Dusty he would assume- nodded his head. "Yeah, haven't seen you in here since that Ruby pipsqueak came in here when y'all were building that scythe of hers."

"Good times. But, I'm here for something roughly similar. I need two things: some good looking clothes that a hunter can wear and look stylish in, and a good weapon for this boy here." Dusty seemed surprised slightly before nodding his head and leaning in. His eyes squinted at Jaune as if he couldn't see him before suddenly reeling back.

"I'll be damned, the boy with the aura himself come in here to get his weapon! Well goddamn I sure am one lucky SOB!" he cheered, doing a terrible jig that wanted to make Jaune cringe.

"Dusty, the clothing first mayhaps?" Qrow asked, apparently tired of watching Thor's disabled brother dance in his own shop. He nodded, wiping a tear from his eye, before jerking his head back to a separate door from them.

They followed him into a much, much larger extension of his store where clothing and weapon parts hung from racks all around. Dusty raised a finger telling them to wait before disappearing. He came back with a small mountain of clothes and, as he peeked behind it, he said something that almost gave Jaune a flashback-

"Time to play dressup!" he said, flashing a toothy grin.

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Jaune tried on everything that was shoved at him. Coats, shirts, pants, and shoes; hundreds of combinations before Qrow shouted "stop!" when she found one that they could both agree on.

Jaune stood there in a dark brown, heavy, double-breasted jacket that lacked any hood instead having a matching collar, a casual white dress shirt that was made of a durable fabric, a pair of darker blue jeans, and some high top black-and-white shoes.

Tired from being turned into a doll, again, he just sighed. "Fine."

Qrow fist bumped Dusty before moving onto the more interesting part. "Now, he's going to need a weapon for himself. Something similar to mine but it can't be a scythe, he lacks the skill to use it. His semblance is electrokinesis so maybe we could use that to our advantage, we're probably wanting a three-way weapon as well for maximum versatility.

"Rifle or something smaller?"

"Rifle should be good."

"I'm thinking a sword since he's rolling with you from now on, and I could probably mix something into that."

"Good. ETA?"

"Please, a few days I got the parts already here!"

"Good" Qrow got up and caught Jaune by his jacket and dragged him out of the store with surprising strength.

"Wha- Damnit Qrow!" he shouts exasperated.

That about sets their pace for the next year or so.

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Jaune sighs as he takes the trek back to Dusty's Shop to pick up his brand new weapon. It's been exactly three days since they visited Dusty for his clothes and it's been hell on earth.

His schedules been busy enough he doesn't have to deal with annoying students but it's traded off with Qrow kicking his ass in hand-to-hand combat and lessons with Oobleck, Peach, and Port.

"-And then I shot the stinger right off! Surprising that the stinger is actually completely unarmored you know..."

"-And- And, of course, Lagune did not take into account the Faunus ability to..."

"-Then you m-mix another cup of y-yellow dust and- No not that much!..."

Yep, it's been a real blast. Qrow has been taking careful account of his ability, it's the only thing she takes seriously besides drinking. She summed it up as "no idiot student of mine is going to make me look bad, now I'm going to show you an octopus hold."

Her criticisms are annoying but truthful. He's making decent progress with hand-to-hand combat and he's good at picking up tricks that Qrow uses but he has one glaring problem: he's too angry, too wild.

He starts out ok, nothing special, but as he continues he lets his emotions get out of control and his semblance activates. He accidentally tased Qrow when she least expected and that cut training for a couple hours. Her aura handled it and she made up for lost time by doing "endurance training" where she just kicks the shit out of him because she got an injury.

She kept scolding him on controlling "that damned power" of his unless he wants to give someone nerve damage when he goes in for a handshake. It makes Jaune feel bitter and stubborn, but he can tell that Qrow's being serious about this; his semblance is pretty strong for someone who never had their aura unlocked until now, and that means he has almost no experience in controlling it.

They entered where Dusty looked like an enthusiastic child waiting to show a perfect grade to his parents. Seriously, for how big and intimidating the guy was he sure was an energetic man.

"Yes! You know how long I've been waiting?" he scolded before smiling and setting something covered in a green tarp on the counter. With a small wink and a dramtic flourish the tarp came of to reveal a decently sized broadsword.

It's grip and crossguard were a sort of gunmetal black and the actual blade was a deep, reflective silver. In the area between the two edges there was a small amount of similar metal to the crossgaurd running in between; thick enough to fill the space in between the blade's edges yet not overtaking them as well as not reaching to the tip of the sword. Dusty handed it over to him and dropped it in his waiting palm, the weight was certainly something; not quite heavy enough to make it immediately tiring to swing around, but still a sword with decent heft.

Dusty giggled slightly and motioned towards a small switch on the hilt. Jaune pressed it and, with a series of metallic whines and clicks, the blade split apart along with the metal in between as the hilt shortened and the crossguard disappeared. The sharpened blades retracted as more metal came to rest over its place as the hilt continued to change in shape as even more metal formed an small buttstock. By the end Jaune was holding a large railgun that he shifted in his hands as he checks it over.

"Yeah, cool right?" Dusty nodded enthusiastically as Qrow just scoffed and sipped from her flask. "That, my boy, is a railgun that packs enough power to burn a hole right through a deathstalker's armor." Jaune cocked an eyebrow as he fiddled with some of the components, firing modes, and the safety as Dusty continued to swoon over his own creation.

"I included a yellow dust reactor in the center so you can channel any electricity you conduct into a single blast. Do be warned though, if you channel too much into it a one time that reactor is likely to overheat and explode so keep that in mind." he warned, wagging a finger at me.

"now onto a few basics: you have three firing modes semi-auto, sustained, and charged as well as your safety of course. Semi-auto will allow you to fire shots a regular pace but don't expect to be able to mow down a pack of beowulves charging at you, sustained allows longer, straight bursts of energy so you'll want to use those on enemies with a thick hide, and finally charged allows you to fire a full on grenade of pure, sweet, energy."

Jaune nodded along as he set the rifle to his shoulder to get a feel for it, he fingered the trigger slightly and moved with the gun to test its mobility.

"Don't worry about the material kid, Dusty is known for making some tough pieces of junk." Qrow reassured as Dusty just scoffed at her before turning back to Jaune.

"One more thing my boy, near the trigger guard there's another switch." he explained, pointing at the aforementioned device.

Jaune clicked it and there was another series of metallic clicks and whines as the railgun mecha-shifted once more. It looked to be talking on the appearance of the broadsword again but the hilt suddenly extended to just under the length of his body: a spear.

Dusty giggled like a schoolgirl once again. "Yes that right there is her spear form, and with just a little click of this button-" he clicked it and the blade split into two parts reminiscent of the barrel of the railgun. "-It becomes a super long, military-grade taser that you can use to fry your enemies. Like your gun, you can charge this with your semblance as well but the risk remains the same."

Jaune clicked it back into its broadsword form and slung it over his shoulder and into the sword holder woven into the jacket's fabric. He smiled for the first time in awhile and looked at Dusty, "thanks man, you got a name for it?"

"Ain't my weapon kiddo."

Jaune hummed for a second trying to figure out a good name for it, something classy but not stupid.

"I think I'll call her Tesla Sting." he announced much to Dusty's excitement and Qrow's uncaring boredness.

"Perfect kid, now that you got your weapon we can finally start really getting into your combat classes." Qrow threatened evilly from behind Dusty, he couldn't prove it but he swore that she was smiling from behind her flask.

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Jaune rolled deftly out of the way of Qrow's sword as it cleaved the air where he once stood. Jaune whirled around, bringing Tesla Sting along with him, in an attempt to cut Qrow while her guard was semi-broken. She merely jumped back and unleashed a small flurry of shotgun slugs at him that he barely evaded, he got up quickly and switched it to its railgun form and fired a shot.

The gun kicked with the force of a mule and, although Qrow blocked it perfectly, it sent her flying backwards mid-air. Jaune blinked a few times as Qrow got up with just as much a surprised look on her face as him.

"Damn kid that thing packs a punch." she coughed as she walked towards.

"Yeah, it does." he nodded happily, smirking at his new weapon. Their little moment was interrupted by a call on Qrow's scroll, sighing she flicked it open as she pulled out her flask again.

You're on the phone, seriously? he thought to himself incredulously.

"Sup?" she asked, her expression turning sour. "Yes, I am her aunt."

Jaune watched as she took an extra long swig of her drink and nodded despite being on the phone. "Yes I understand, he's not pressing charges then? Of course, I will go talk to her immediately."

Jaune watched as she flicked her scroll into her pocket and sighed. "Damnit Yang" was all she muttered before turning to him. "Sorry kid, something's come up and that means I'm going to be gone for awhile."

"Whatever shall I do?" he asked dramatically.

She ignored save for a roll of the eyes. "So, you're going to be spending the day with Port and Oobleck." she smirked victoriously as Jaune grimaced.

Somewhere, deep inside her Qrow saw something familiar in the boy, but she couldn't place just what it was.

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The first original chapter guys! I hope you like the weapon idea and, as before, thanks to those who commented on what they think his weapon should be. I plan on doing some timeskips next chapter so expect the events of the first episode to happen next chapter. Love you guys and thanks for all the support for this fic!

Also I need to answer some questions and make some comments cause I kinda didn't clear that up before.

I changed Dove to Qrow, I think that was a good call.

Jaune isn't going to stay a annoying, stubborn jerk. He's going to learn one way or another his attitude needs to change.

His semblance doesn't make him the god of thunder. In fact, it has a varied amount of weaknesses just as it has varied uses. One, it can't work without him being negative and I'm sure you can guess the problem with that, two, he has no control over it, and three, aura or not, a human can't just become a lightning rod for extended amounts of time without feeling it. That's all I have to say on the matter, hope that cleared things up a bit and I'll try to get an outline for next chapter sometime next week.

Have a good summer if you got out today!

XOXOXO

CoffeyJoe