Hello again!
I'm glad to see that my idea with Remnant having lower gravity is going over so well! I want to explain a few things and then respond to a few reviews.
First off is Jaune's weapons. Guns are all faster and more powerful because of all the force that is put into one tiny little spot. To me Aura kind of acts like water in a way. When yang got punched by the Paladin, the force was spread out equally and acted similar to f you slapped water. Earth's bullets however focus their energy and power into one point and pushes their way through the aura. It doesn't shatter the person's aura, it just finds a way through it, and so if the bullet was stopped by armor the person would still be in the green. Then comes energy weapons. They are based off of energy and heat, so it would act like dust. Plasma is meant to burn, yet Weiss was able to take a blast of lava and remain relatively uninjured. Melee weapons would act on the same principle of Remnant's, only not as complicated.
Grenadier 658244- My favorite would have to The Last Crusade. Also please tell me when you're gonna write your WW2 x RWBY story. That sounds awesome!
Wizzrobe- I already said this, but you may have missed it. The Arcs of Remnant and the Arcs of Earth are not related. They just have the same last name. Just like the people with the last name Smith and aren't related to other Smiths
NuclearWinter- Don't worry about the lengths. In fact I like the long passionate reviews, they make me feel accomplished.
Any ways as a fat plumber once said 'Lets uh Go!'
Chapter 5: The Old World
Never before had I seen a more beautiful sight.
I thought I had seen everything life had to offer. How wrong I was. Its small yet glossy finish seemed to bend the light. Its smell was of fresh paper and newly printed ink. An entire collection of X-Ray and Vav comic books.
The things were brand new and absolutely no burn marks! Do you know how hard it was to find a readable comic? Do you?!
As I was walking out of Tukson's Book trade, I could hardly contain my excitement. The past few days couldn't have gone better! Getting into the city was surprisingly easy. The walls containing the city were tall and covered by claw marks, but some of those deeper marks made great hand holds. Making use of this world's gravity, I was able to easily throw myself from handhold to handhold before reaching the top. Wanting to a theory that could hurt or even kill me, I leapt off the extremely tall walls. It was a jarring impact that made my legs ache, yet didn't feel any worse for wear.
The first day was me just wandering around and drinking in everything around me. The sights, the sounds, the smell, all made me feel like I was in paradise. It was only come nightfall did I realize I was starving. The problem was all the shops and restaurants were closed and didn't have any Lien, this world's money.
I was eventually able to find a grocery store that was closed for the night. After a picked lock or two, I was greeted with a sight that probably held more fresh food than most settlements in the Mojave. I decided to just take one or two of everything. Atomizing most of my prize and leaving a few items out, I made myself a dinner to remember.
I dug in to the fruits and vegetables, they may not all taste the best, but they still tasted like heaven was rewarding me for the good I had done. A few cakes and cookies were devoured and then finally came my new favorite snack. Back in the Mojave, Sugar Bombs were my only snack that actually tasted sweet and satisfying. Well it was nothing compared to the Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes. The cold milk and sugary treat was the perfect and finally filled me up. The cast aside the now empty box that had one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. It was actually her pictured that brought my attention to the cereal in the first place.
Deciding to clean up my small mess, I left and re locked the doors behind me. After finding myself a nice alley, I set my self-down for a good night's sleep.
I was awoken by the sounds of morning traffic and car horns. Deciding to finally get the reason I came to the city done, I made my way to the First Bank of Vale. I was able to find it with the new map on my pipboy. Apparently my pipboy could actually download data wirelessly from the 'Scrolls'. Something about the more simplistic and higher grade programming could easily pick up on the data being used by scrolls and the CCT, which were this worlds alternatives to satellites. Maybe I could even hack into military grade stuff, man that would be fun.
The bank was a tall ornate building and the inside was just as fancy. After finding the manager and explaining to him that I had 'found' the shield and will, he took me back and put the Arc estate under my name. Since I didn't actually have an account, I made up a partially true story of how I grew up outside the kingdoms and that I had gone to see the mansion of my distant relatives. Since there were no more Arcs from this world, no one could do a DNA test to tell I was bullshitting.
After setting up a profile and finally owning the land, I felt the scroll from the bandit vibrate. Opening it up, I was greeted with a photo of what looked like an older version of the grey haired teen and a text saying 'Welcome back Marcus Black!'
I was really confused at first until I realized the scroll was tied to an account at the bank. After deciding to open it up and see what was on it, I nearly had a heart attack. The guy's bank account had a LOT of zeroes.
After a brief debate on what to do, I stole EVERYTHING. The guy that dropped the thing was a bandit and you don't make this kind of cash unless you either own a huge business or are very good at something very illegal. Considering the guy's photo looked like a man who would get his hands dirty, I'm guessing the latter.
One money transfer later and my brand-new account was worth more than a regular person could make in twenty years. It was because of that money I was currently walking down the street with a smile on my face and comics in my arms.
After getting back to the hotel room I was using, I immediately flopped onto my bed and started reading. I was like that for hours. Then deciding to watch TV and relax. Had more delicious food consisting of Deathclaw steak that was seasoned with herbs and a side of vegetables. You get pretty good at cooking when trying to turn irradiated and centuries old food into something tasty.
It went like that for the rest of the night before I settled down in my rented bed. I was wearing a light grey short-sleeved shirt and dark grey shorts as my sleeping clothes. I used to have a light Blue onesie that my sister Alexis made for me. The thing was ridiculous but extremely comfy. I made the mistake of wearing it to sleep in one night while I was in fiend territory. Bastard named Cook-cook tried to set me on fire while I slept. I came out with only a few burns, but the onesie was burnt beyond repair. Then in a not so nice manner... shoved the flamer's nozzle down his throat and roasted him from the inside out.
Not one of my proudest moments.
As I just lay there on my bed, I couldn't go to sleep. There was only one thought going through my head.
What am I supposed to do now?
It's not like have anything to do or people to save. The whole reason I went out into the world was to find the perfect place for my family to live. Sure I helped people and became a sort of hero, yet now they're on earth and I'm here.
Those and similar thoughts ran through my mind for hours until my mind simply refused to think anymore and shut down. I was quickly dragged into the void of sleep once more.
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The morning sun was bright and beautiful. Just like it was back on earth. Even though the world was nothing but a shadow of what it once was, the golden rays of the sun always seemed to inspire hope in the hearts of wastelanders. Then the desert heat would kick in.
Walking along in the shadier part of town I tried to think of somethings I could do in this world. It's actually a lot harder than you would think.
I had a large array of skills, but that mostly involved killing people. I could jury rig just about anything but I'm not really a mechanic or engineer. I know how to mix chemicals and treat most injuries, though that's more along the line of wasteland standard of treating and chem maker than anything else. Computers here are different and there is absolutely no way am I doing office work.
I could probably become the best at something, the problem is it takes time and being taught here and there. It's not like there's a job outside the military to kill things for money.
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Oh god dammit!
I hate myself sometimes. I mean why I didn't think of that earlier is beyond me! The huntmen got famous for killing things! Though the problem is Hunters are older people and are certified by going to those academies, even then people go to fighting schools before that. Yet if my research is right, then I'm about the right age and it's not like forms can't be forged. You just gotta know the right people.
Don't know how long I'll be here, might as well work as a hero. The man who swoops in to save the day! Though this time with less human and animal corpses and more dead creatures of darkness. Now where to sta_
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
The scream broke my train of thought. From the sound of it, the person screaming was too my right and down the alley. I immediately ran down the alley, atomizing Crocea Mors and its new shield onto my hip.
On the ground was a young boy with jean, a red shirt and what looked like bear ears sticking out of his brown haired head. Above him was a man in a dirty green trench coat. His head was littered with scar a dirty blond mustache as the only hair on his head besides his eyebrows. If his raise foot was anything to go by, the man was just about to kick the downed kid.
Rushing over to him in a second, my fist striking the man in the gut with enough force to launch him back ten feet. The whole lower gravity thing sure can make fights more dramatic. He was on the ground wheezing, trying to get air back into his lungs.
The kid looked up at me. I put out my hand for the kid to take. The Faunas child then flinched away in fear. No doubt thinking I was going to hit him.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." I said still offering my hand.
With one last look of doubt, he hesitantly took my hand. Lifting him up I began to check him over for injuries. Thankfully it was nothing more than a few large bruises. Of course that's when baldy decided to get up.
"Who the fuck are you!" he screamed at me.
"I'm the guy who put you on your ass. Now why were you beating up….uh…what your name?"
"I'm Erik." The kid said shyly.
"Why were you beating up Erik over here?"
"First off you only hit me because you surprised me! Also that little runt spilled coffee on me!" he yelled.
"It was an accident! I'm sorry!"
"Doesn't matter. That animal is getting punished now get out of my way!" he said while directing an angry glare at me. Honestly all that did was piss me off even more.
"Sorry buddy, but I don't let bigots like you get your way. So either leave or get hurt."
The man looked me in eyes and for a split second looked like he had seen a deathclaw. He obviously wasn't one for running away, so he charged me with an angry cry. He raised his fist to hit me.
It didn't even get close. In what felt like a non chalant manner I leaned back to dodge the strike. Grabbing his wrist, I pulled and gave it a quick jerk. The cracking was almost muted by his scream. Before the man could do anything else, I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and brought his face to mine.
"Now, since I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go. Now remember the next time you try to pick on someone you think is nothing, there will always be someone to put you in your place. Now be lucky this didn't happen back where I'm from," using my free hand, I pulled the sword from its sheath and held it to the man's neck, "or you would have lost that chrome dome of yours."
Upon letting go, the man ran off with what I'm guessing was wet pants. I re sheathed Corcea Mors, but before I could do anything else, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Looking down at the small boy, I could see tears running down his cheeks.
"Thank you thank you!"
I started rubbing his head. "Don't worry about that jerk. Now let's get you home."
Erik then grabbed my hand and started pulling me along
"Hey kid, I'm looking for someone to write me a permission slip. You wouldn't to know someone would you?"
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"So this is the place huh? It looks like it would feel right at home in Freeside." It was the truth. The place looked as if it was new yet looked like it went through a small war. I looked down at my pipboy map to see if I was really at the right place. "Yep, The Club."
After taking Erik back to his home, I was met by the worried looks of his parents. After a brief and slightly censored explanation of what happened, they absolutely had to give me something to repay me. Considering I need to find a master forger, I took them up on that offer and they pointed me to The Club. Not the most creative of names, but apparently the owner who goes by the name Junior, is a dependable guy. His family used to be a part of the criminal underground until his dad got out. The saying 'old habits are hard to break' applies because he is essentially a information broker, forgeries and a rent-a-thug business.
Walking into the place, the first thing I notices was that the place looked like a warzone. I know, I'v seen a few. Then I noticed the building looked like they had gone a few rounds with a super mutant, and all had at least one icepack and applying it to their wounds.
Two girls who must have been twins sat side by side holding an ice to each other's faces. The rest of the men wore matching outfits the screamed thug more than the Omertas ever could. There was a guy up my some weird looking record players wearing a…
"Seriously, a bear head! What kind of idiot would wear something like that!"
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Somewhere in the ruins of Boston, lay a sole survivor of the war, frozen in a pod. Yet somehow, defying all reason and physiology, he gave a small sneeze.
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"Uh shut up! Were trying to moan in pain here!" a voice said from behind the counter.
A man wearing a wrinkled and dirty suit stood up. The guy had muscle and a full beard of black hair, along with a massive bruise in the shape of a fist on his face.
"Soooo, I'm looking for a guy named junior. Are you him?" I asked while walking towards the bar.
"Great, as if I haven't already dealt with enough blondes tonight. What do want kid?" he said while poring himself a drink.
"Well I was actually hoping to buy one of your….services." I then sat down
"And what service would that be?" curiosity shiny in his eyes.
"I need some forged documents so I can get into Beacon."
"I can do that, but it'll cost you. 1000 Lien."
I gave a snort of laughter. "Yeah, no. 600."
"900"
"700. That's as high as I'll go. It's not like you can say no. I'm guessing you're going to need all the money you can get right now." Jerking my thumb towards the wreck of a club.
"Heh, you're not bad kid. You got a deal. Now just follow me so I can get your info and cash and I'll get you your papers in a few days."
He finished his drink and walked towards the back of the club. I followed him back, but not before grabbing myself a bottle from the bar and atomizing it before anyone could see.
Alright world, get ready, because I sure am. Opening up the door and walking in.
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This whole chapter was just a way to get Jaune some resources and a good reason to go to beacon. Most people don't really bother and just have them show up and have Ozpin say 'come to my warrior academy'. Next time we actually get into the story. Let's see how Jaune reacts to finding out it's not just the teleporter that makes sick. MMMUUUUHAHAHAHAHA!
Have a good spring break people!