Recreate | Season 1: Regenesis | Arc 1: Prologue

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Quote of the Chapter: "No, you're going to kick my ass, and that'll be that."

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-= *The Arc* =-

Joan wanted to do exactly as her cousin, Jaune Arc, did. She really wanted to join Beacon. And since she's at the required age of 17 - while Jaune is 18 now - she can finally go! There's just one problem.

Getting around her parents.

Now, Jacques and Isabelle d'Arcuze weren't as bad as Jack and Lilly Arc, but they certainly weren't going to let their only daughter to do anything stupid. That includes going to Beacon.

She had a few skills, maybe enough to fight her seven brothers (maybe even all at once) and still win. She also has learned how to control her Semblance way before Jaune could. If she remembered correctly, he sent her a text via Scroll telling her how he got into Beacon. Sounded like one big gushy romance-level story to her. He got to be partners with Pyrrha Nikos?! Four-way Champion of the Mistralian Tournament?! That's insane! she used to think.

She even believed it wasn't exactly possible. That was, until this Yang girl got the same number, confirmed that she was a friend of Jaune, and sent her videos of the two fighting on a rooftop. And oh, how she wanted to laugh at him for being so dense. Pyrrha was doing this because she really liked him and he hadn't a clue.

She noted on her Scroll to tease him to no end with the Amazoness.

She had gone to the basement, the lowest one, right into the Great Armory of the d'Arcuzes. She stole some armor like Jaune did, but was more careful for certain types of wear. Of course, to copy Jaune, she had to get that chestplate that only covered the top half of the torso. She wasn't satisfied; so she also got a leather corset. Much like she got the leather corset, she also got leather gauntlets to cover from the tips of her fingers all the way to just underneath the shoulder armor she donned. She didn't believe she needed protection for her legs.

Underneath said armor, she wore a signature hoodie - like Jaune (she wanted to tease him as much as possible) - which was white on the outside, but magenta on the inside. She wore jeans and leather boots as a good finish. She believed that with her skills, she'd have to have the absolute flexibility in the legs. It's just her technique. She even grabbed her father's prized possession.

His greatest sword and shielth. Ill-named, but Blue Mortem would be enough.

It was a near replica to Jaune's Crocea Mors, just the two arcs on the shielth were a dark blue instead. Azure, she liked to call it.

She went up a few basement floors and took scattered Lien from the floors from the party the other day. Her father still hadn't cleaned their mess yet, so the money was practically free.

"Seven hundred, eight hundred, nine...a thousand and fifty...four? Yeah," she mumbled to herself. "I think that should be enough..."

She escaped the confines of her home at dawn, right before her parents would awaken and made it down to the Dustdock. She bought some nausea-killers before getting on the Dustship. She remembered a doctor telling her that nausea-killers is just a pain-killer for the stomach. "It keeps you from throwing up as much," he said.

Little did she heed the words. "...as much."

For the tenth time she threw up into the sink of the bathroom she stood in. She let her head dangle down in the sink just in case if more of that bile decided to churn up her throat. She let out a few deep breaths.

"All passengers," came the announcer. "We would like you to refrain from moving too much about the cabin during descent, like earlier during ascent," she informed. "These Dustships, I must reiterate, are brand new technology. Just because you can move around during ascent and descent doesn't mean there may be a few wrongs during those times. Please report any unusual things happening whilst the Dustship lands. Thank you."

"Sure," sighed Joan. She stood up straight and looked at herself in the mirror. Her shiny blonde hair flowed freely behind her as she stared into her ocean blue eyes. She was the only one with ocean blue, as others were cerulean or at least even cyan. Why was she the only d'Arcuze with motion sickness, she did not know. Her seven brothers would probably kill her on a Dustplane-sorry, Dustship with affliction of motion sickness. She sighed once more as she took hold on the mirror with her freckles spread about her cheeks and cheekbones. Her head was a little bit egg-shaped, with a lax jaw accompanying it. She blinked a few times as the shine in her eye warded off the dullness prior.

"I'm going to do this," she said with a smirk. As the ship lurched forward, however, she threw up her early-day snack into the sink once more and sighed heavily with a slight moan. "Whyyyy~?!" she groaned. "Throwing up is so annoying..." she said as she began to wash out her mouth. After that grueling experience, she tied her hair into a light braid and threw it over her right torso. Now, all it did was lay on the opposite side of her heart.

She felt the light bump the ship created as it landed on the Dustdock. Apparently, this ship was to be the only ship there. All the others were the standard Dustplanes.

She pushed herself to her limit just to get off the ship in general and finally made it. "Finally..." she sighed aloud and pushed her head up to the sky. "Finally, back to Vale."

She loved this city during the Vytal Festival, and was glad she chose this time rather than another. She got to watch the tournament, but wouldn't mind winning an extra 500 Lien for just attending. Well, maybe she just wanted the 5k at the end, she didn't know. She smirked and walked the walk all the way to the counter in the center of the room.

The room stood tall with its ceiling. In the center, a large square really, had no ceiling for ten floors and ended with a skylight. In that center was once a kitchen, removed for people to sign up for the Vytal Competition literally the next day. Since there was no late forms, she decided to sign up and stood in a line of about seven or eight people. Since most of them wore clothes she deemed normal, she noticed only three of them.

One was an orange-haired cat Faunus with cute little kitty ears sticking out of his head. She giggled a little as she noticed him sticking his orange tail up his shirt and most likely wrapping it around himself. He signed up and she couldn't help but notice his unusual wear deciding to look bad against his hair. She changed her opinion immediately as he turned around. Orange orbs for eyes and all, it no longer seemed wrong. They almost glowed, which made it look even more normal, she presumed. She liked those eyes, and hoped to fight them later on in the tournament.

Noticing his movement towards her, she thought he was probably going to beat her for the earlier giggle or something, only for a teal haired girl - the second person she really noticed - to stand up in front of him. He smiled to her in a brotherly way, even if they looked completely different. Adopted, perhaps? she wondered.

The third figure she noticed wore a hastily donned red tee with blue jeans. She didn't wear any shoes. Joan eyed her skeptically as she signed up on the sheet of paper at the counter. "Hmm," she thought aloud. "Was she running about the ship or something?" She noticed the faintest blue grass sticking to her.

From the Ocean Forest?! she yelled in her mind. That place is filled with gangs and thieves! Did she escape?! she wondered. Or is she one of them?

She noted to make sure she found out later.

She finally stepped up to sign up and wrote her name down. Joan d'Arcuze.

She picked up a tabloid on the desk that said something about an establishment meant only for the non-Academic tournament - which she made sure she was in, by the way. She walked out of the Dustdock reading all of the new things. From boats to ships, there probably wasn't anything she didn't know about other than the way around town and the way to this establishment she read about.

The establishment was free for the non-Academic contestants on the last day. Since tomorrow was the tournament itself, she wanted to make it there. On the Valen clock to her right, it was around noon, so she decided to go on ahead and make fun around town.

Oh, how she passed a dozen shops before actually entering one and buying something for compensation. She made sure to keep track of her money and only lost 50 Lien the entire trip. One shop she entered was called The Ferry of Charon. It seemed ominous, but the man inside was very considering, really.

"Would you like a copy?" asked the cashier, noticing she was eyeing a book on Dust.

Her gauntlet was inlaid with purple and blackened Dust. She had no idea about them, and wished to know.

"Uh," she stuttered. "Y-yes, please."

"Please do not stutter, Miss d'Arcuze," she froze at the mentioning of the name. "Here you go," he scanned the book.

"H-how do you know my name?" she raised a brow as she took the bag containing the book.

"Let's just say I was a friend of your father in one of the Fanged Wars," he said mysteriously. "I'd recognize his kin anywhere."

She let out a sigh of relief to know a friend of her father's. But how could she be so sure? "Say," she began. "If you're a friend of my father's, what's your name and rank?" It was a little curt, but she was really - like, really - cautious right now.

"General Ignem Farrum Corsa, at your service," he bowed before handing her the bag. "Now, if you don't mind, please do not mention my existence to anyone. Especially two boys at the name of Rust and Ryuu. I wouldn't like them knowing of my life just yet."

"Why?" she asked angrily. "Why would you want to obscure your life from them?"

"They believe me dead," he said rather sadly. "I want to keep it that way until I believe they are ready to handle the information."

She glared at him, but he remained unfazed. This was a man of war, and she wasn't about to make him break down in tears from a mere glare.

"You have the same glares your father did," he actually shivered. "Scared the living Dust outta me," he sighed. "Now, you go keep my life a secret from my sons and I'll make sure ol' Jacques doesn't find out you ran away to Beacon, you understand?"

She had to back down. She'd already gone this far, no way was her father going to find out less than 24 hours later!

"Yes, sir," she bowed her head in defeat.

"Hey," he got her attention. "Lighten up, will you? I don't want you getting all drowsy on me before your first proper tournament. Go tell Jaune 'The Broker' said hi, alright?" he smiled now. But he also ushered her out "Now, get out, get out! You have a tournament to ready for!"

"Alright, alright," she seethed, but couldn't help but let out a light giggle as she was pushed out of the building.

"Now you go read about that Dust in your gauntlet there so you don't destroy anything. Search for Void Dust. And for confidentiality, this store is sponsored by the Schnee Dust Company. That'll give you a lot of info. Now go, go! The establishment you might wanna go to is a few blocks down this very street. Tell Marion I said hi!" he slammed the door shut and retreated to behind the register to help with other customers.

She walked down the street she was told to go on before stopping some ten minutes later.

"What?"

She entered the building at 5 pm. "Hello?" she called into the building, noticing a door on the other side of the wide hall immediately. Pushing the door further, she noticed a woman in a red garb, her jet black hair flowing aimlessly behind her.

She looked up from her work. "Hello, ma'am," she said. "Are you here for the tournament tomorrow?"

"Yes," Joan said sheepishly. "Here," she handed the document.

"Joan d'Arcuze?" she asked. Joan nodded. "I had no idea your father would actually allow you here, I'm sorry..."

"Please don't tell him," Joan said quickly. "I...I went without permission." Half truth, really, Joan thought. The other half is the fake transcripts.

"Really?" she tilted her head. "I won't say anything then. Welcome to the New Triarchy!" she yelled with flare. "This place is funded by the three highest companies today," she lightly noted aloud.

Joan's eyes widened. "The Schnee Dust Company, Redwood Foundation and the Moonstone Corporation?!"

"Yes," she said. "My name is Mrs. Moonstone, but please call me Marion," she smiled. "I'm the wife of the head of the Moonstone Corporation!"

"W-wow..." she said. She didn't need the three largest companies in the world to tell her family anything of her problems.

"Alright, then, Joan," she smiled. "Please, follow me."

She opened the mahogany door that Joan had first noticed walking in and she saw a sight she didn't mean to notice either.

There was the longest table she'd ever seen. Three times the size of the Great Table in the mansion she lived in as well as being able to hold about 50 people on either side. It wasn't full, but the table was.

Donned on the table was the largest stack of meat ever, veggies on the side, junk food on the other. She immediately ran around the corner, sat down, and started eating the junk food.

"Mmm," she hummed. "I love these Dust chips!"

"Did you hear the rumors?" one of the boys asked on the other side of the table. "They're Miss Moonstone's secret recipe into that, they did!"

Marion blushed. "Hehe," she scratched the back of her head. "Maybe..."

Every contestant Ooooooooh'd at the table, with a chorus of laughter soon following.

Joan smiled. She had no idea how fun these guys really were, but quickly remembered that she'd be fighting at least a few of them soon. Her smiled faded as she gnawed on the flesh of a not-so-expecting chicken leg. At least she didn't have to ride another one of those Dustdamned Dustships, or Dustplanes, whichever...

Oh, how she was so wrong...

"Oh, my Dust, I can't believe my bestie is fighting in the competition with me!"

"Regalia...please...stop..." Joan groaned. She couldn't take this much longer, and even if she loved the color blue, she would never want to become it from lack of oxygen.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Regalia yelled. "When Mars's mother told me you were here, I was so ecstatic!"

"Regalia, it's nothing, really," Joan tried to reassure her as she pushed her away and looked her dead in her light brown irises. "I'm okay."

"But the Non-Academic Vytal Festival Competition?! Just...whoo-aaah!" she yelled as she crushed her in a hug again. "It's going to be so freaking fun!"

"No, you're going to kick my ass, and that'll be that," Joan said kindly. "I'll get my 500 and leave."

"Oh, whatever, Joan," Regalia finally pulled back. "You'll win for sure. You beat me in my own tournament with my own rules. It was supposed to be unbeatable, but you won it!"

"I'm a commandeering freak," Joan said. "Not a one on one finalist."

Regalia gave a small lop sided smile with skeptical eyes.

"Oh, yeah," Joan realized as she got out of bed in her pajamas - thick gray sweat pants that dragged three or four inches behind her, and a simple azure tee. "I need to tell Marion something."

"I'll get her," Regalia said, climbing out of her bed in her light brown onesie, with the Redwood Foundation symbol on it, of course.

As Regalia left, Joan sighed and looked herself in the mirror. She propped herself up on her hands on the dresser and looked at her self with melancholy. She just left her whole family in light of just one family member, and he was an Arc, not one of the d'Arcuzes! What was she thinking?! She left because she was tired of being the only female other than her mother, tired of the old friends who all they do is make fun of her now, tired of it all. Now she would go an make new friends, new skills, new techniques, and definitely a better name.

She was made fun of for being the only female in her siblings. Her brothers would defend her, sure, but that didn't mean the talking behind her back stopped.

It nearly ended as she began to become a tomboy as a result. She wore jeans instead of skirts; tees instead of dresses. She fought more often; danced less. She commanded more often; sung less. Sure she still had those lesser abilities, but they were all about rusted by now.

She'd get them back eventually.

First she had to find her cousin; then she had to become friends with his; and then she had to make her own. Or was the third one second and the second third? Or-you know what? Never mind.

The door opened. "Hello?" called Marion. "Did you need me, Joan?"

"Yes," Joan said, shutting the door behind her and locking it. Marion sat on her bed, waiting for the reasoning she was pulled over to Joan's room.

"Some guy called General Corsa wanted to say hi...he owns a shop down the street called The Ferry of Charon," Joan explained.

"Oh, Ignem, you idiot," she rubbed her eyes while mumbling. "You confide too well in people..." Joan could hear her all too well, but didn't point out.

"Well, that's pretty much all I wanted to say..." Joan said, raising a brow. Marion noticed Joan's attention span was larger than expected, but didn't point it out either. They shook hands and Marion left with her parting words.

"Thank you, Joan," she smiled. "Now get ready. The tournament starts in a few hours, and you're going to need to practice!"

Joan sighed after the door shut. "Ugh, more work."

She went to work shimmying her clothes off and slipping into her combat uniform. She smirked now. She donned her family armor after noticing a name etched into the inside of it: Vivus Purpura.

"Living Purple," she repeated. "That works," she giggled. She loved how dramatic her father could be when it came to Forgotten Era Latin. He was infatuated with FE language.

Most if it would work, anyways.

-= *End of Chapter 3* =-

Thank you all for reading chapter 3! Hope you all have a fun time!

Disclaimer: Joan d'Arcuze was inspired by Reveriesky's work on Deviantart! His fanart of a genderbent JNPR sent me flying with awesome ideas! And Joan was one of them. And if any of you are wondering about the 'uze' part of d'Arcuze, it was a mild attempt at mixing Azure and d'Arc together!

The Prologue Arc is complete! How great is that crap!

Now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!