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As for review responses...
diggix: Yep, you guessed right! As for the comedy and parody, like I said 'I'm going to try my very best.' And to be honest, I think a few more chapters, like one or two more, will be setup. At this chapter, we'll be introducing an overarching plot or two!
lolreader39: Yeah, I do feel like there might be potential in a crossover like this, especially considering how semblances work and all that. One Punch Man definitely needs more love.
As for the rest of your suggestions, something's gotta happen to the hair. There's a price to be paid for that power...
And if I'm to be honest, I feel like if another person should do this kind of concept, they should do Genos!Jaune. Like, Human turned Android Jaune who goes to Beacon because his creator/mentor wants him to socialize and stuff like that. Can you imagine him fighting with laser hand blasts, and his teammates getting all worried for him because despite getting all torn up during the fighting, he's not even phased?
That would be awesome.
Well, with that, on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or the concepts of 'One Punch Man'.
Thomas was an old man who thought he had seen a whole lot during his life working the bar that had been in his family for generations. He had seen the best of friends devolve into the bitterest of enemies, the bitterest of enemies into the most tender of lovers, and every dance move translated into drunken swinging. As such, he believed himself to be prepared for any occasion that would happen.
So as soon as a wet, shirtless bald boy with torn up jeans stepped through the door, Thomas got out a fresh pair of pants, a shirt, and a towel, before tossing them to the kid. The kid only blinked before catching them out of the air. Thomas smirked.
"Nice reflexes."
"Uh...Thanks." The kid said as he went to one table and began to dry off. Thomas noticed something else hanging from the kid's pants and whistled. Peeking out from under the towel, the kid looked at the old man. Noticing that the kid looked a bit uncomfortable, he gestured to the wolf tail attached to a chain.
"Is that authetic? The tail?" Thomas asked in genuine curiosity. The kid looked at the tail before smiling and nodding.
"Yeah, it is. So...does this happen often?" The kid said as he gestured to the fresh clothing.
"I'd like to believe that if someone was in need for something, it would be neighborly to give them some help." Thomas smiled at the kid.
The kid grinned back as he finished drying himself off. Placing the towel on a nearby table, he pulled the shirt over his head. Looking over himself, he couldn't help but feel that the shirt was a little more snug than it should be, before shrugging. Better than nothing, he thought to himself as he hopped into a bar seat, slipping on the fresh pair of pants while holding his torn pants in the other. Fishing around in the pocket, he got out a damp wallet, before looking inside and grimacing.
"Hey, is wet lien any good?" The kid asked, getting out the money in question. Holding it out, it wasn't long before the water collected on one end, and the weight causing the paper money to rip. The kid blinked as part of the lien dropped on the floor. Then he blew air out of his mouth.
"Great..." The kid shook his head, before frowning as his stomach grumbled. Thomas looked at him for a moment, before deciding on something.
"Hey, kid-"
"It's Jaune. Jaune's my name. Master odd jobs guy at your service." The now identified Jaune said as he leaned on the counter.
"Perfect, I'm willing to cut you a deal, kid."
"You call me Jaune, and I'll listen."
"Alright, Jaune. You work for me for a couple of days, and I'll pay you, enough to pay for three squares and plenty to hit the road with. I'll even let you sleep here. Got a couple of cushions and pillows around here somewhere."
Jaune stared at him for a while, before smiling even wider.
"Sir-"
"It's Thomas. If I gotta stick with calling you Jaune, then I prefer being called Thomas. Sir makes me old."
"Alright, Thomas. Going with what I was saying, it's people like you that I'm convinced after messing around with me so much, Lady Luck likes to drop me a bone."
"Hehe, yeah, Lady Luck can be such a tease sometimes..."
The forest was quiet, and if she knew her movies, that usually meant bad things. This was the thought that Ruby Rose had in mind as she and her team moved through the forest, her hand on her trusty mechashift sniper rifle/scythe, Crescent Rose. And when they were dealing with a particular pack of beowolves that had been harassing with one village's animals, paranoia was usually justified.
Usually, as a bush rustled and a sword went flying into it like a fishing line into the water. As the sword returned, a rabbit was impaled, its foot giving the briefest of spasms.
Almost at once, Ruby dropped her 'serious mission' face, and gasped in horror.
"BUNNY, NO!"
The wielder of the sword grimaced as she behold her kill.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Bunny. I thought you were a mean beowulf. I hope that whereever you're going, you can forgive me." Penny apologized as she tried to think of what to do next.
Meanwhile, Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao Long stood to the side, watching the sorry sight.
"It's times like these that I find myself in disbelief that those two are about to end their third year at Beacon."
Yang shrugged.
"Hey, that's what miss Heiress keeps saying."
Blake smiled, as the two now tried to give the bunny CPR.
"I know. Still, it just seems like the more things change, the more they stay the same."
Yang grinned as she reached over and scratched Blake on one of her cat ears.
"Well...I wouldn't say that..."
Blake resisted the urge to purr as she mildly glared at Yang. Damn her, she's getting a real good spot. "Yang, will you stop that? We're on a mission right now, remember?"
Yang smirked as she looked over at Ruby, who was now weeping over the poor bunny lost, and Penny, who was doing her best to comfort her.
"I don't know about that, I'd say the mission is paused for right now..."
"Yang, after."
Yang frowned as she took her hand off Blake's furry ear. "Fine, after."
With that, Blake turned to Ruby and Penny.
"Ruby, Penny, I know this is tragic, but we got a mission right now, and we can't afford to be distracted."
Ruby turned to Blake with a look of anguished pain, tears running down her face.
"B-Blake, how can you say that! We took an innocent life!"
"'I' took an innocent life, Ruby." Penny said, patting her partner on the shoulder.
At this point, Yang stepped forward.
"Okay, we'll hold a funeral for the bunny, alright? When we get back..."
Ruby sniffled as she wiped her nose. "Promise."
Yang nodded as she held her hand as if she was swearing. "It's a promise."
Ruby finally wiped her tears away, for a fresh look of determination to replace her forlorn expression.
"RIGHT! Let's find those Beowolves quickly and get back quickly. Mr. Bunny needs his funeral soon."
Penny nodded.
"I'll be sure to look up funeral rites as soon as we get back. I just hope that I can choose the best one." Penny confirmed as she made a mental note to herself.
"Thank you, Penny. I know you will." Ruby smiled before the party went forward, one bunny corpse wrapped in cloth and stored in Penny's backpack.
However, it wasn't long before Blake stopped, before covering her nose. There were times that she hated her enhanced faunus senses, and now was one of them. Around her, she could see her team gather around her, looking concerned.
"Blake, are you well?" Penny asked. Blake shook her head.
"I-I think it's coming over there." Blake said as she pointed in a direction.
With that, Team RPBY got out their weapons, before slowly moving in the direction that Blake had indicated. However, what they did see as they emerged into the clearing, it wasn't pretty by any stretch of the imagination.
"Blood, it was blood." Blake grimaced as she held her nose, the scent overpowering to her. The rest of her team was looking around the clearing, trying to determine what exactly happened.
"I think this is our Beowolf horde." Ruby guessed as she poked at a decapitated head of a Beowulf.
"Well, I guess this will be a pretty short mission report to write. 'Came into town, went into forest, turns out job's already done.'" Yang joked, though she looked a little peeved that they more or less had their time wasted. That and she looked a little more pissed on the blood that was getting on her boots.
"Friends! Come over here, I found something!"
Hearing Penny, the rest of the group walked over to her, who was crouching near the center of the clearing. Once they got over there, they realized what exactly Penny was seeing.
"That's weird. This part of the clearing for the most part is clean..."
At that, Penny nodded as she continued to examine the scene.
"Yes, I also found that the majority of blood spatters seemed to originate leading away from this spot, meaning that something of exception force must have been attacked them at this spot. Except, this part of the clearing is mostly clean, meaning it must have stayed put the entire time. And even more so, it looks like this spot is only big enough for one person."
As the rest of the team processed this information, Blake noticed one detail that stood out amongst the blood and gore. All around them, their footprints have been all over the place, yet she could see where their steps originated from. However, there was one set of footprints that she didn't recognize that walked out of the clearing, and the more she thought about it...
"These footprints..." Blake's exclamation drew the others attention who came a little closer.
"So we're looking for one guy?" Ruby summed up as she stared at the trail.
"Damn, one guy did all this? ...You think it would work if we asked around for a guy covered in blood and guts. There's no way they would have missed something like that." Yang interjected.
"Guys, let head back." Ruby ordered, her 'serious mission' attitude returning. "I think we've done all we could here."
As the rest of the team nodded and began to leave the area, Blake took one last look around the area. Yang came up next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"You alright?"
Blake looked at Yang, before shaking her head.
"I...I thought it was the blood that was bothering me, but there's something else. I can feel this...feeling hovering around this area, and it feels like I should know what it is..."
Yang frowned as Blake shook her head. "Maybe it's nothing..."
"Naw." Yang shook her head. "Remember that. Last I remember, those instincts of yours never steered us wrong. Come on, I'm pretty sure Ruby and Penny would want us to be attendance."
Blake smiled. "Oh dear, and I don't have anything to wear."
As the two left the scene, they never realized that they missed one detail. Underneath the blood and gore, they were scraps yet would have proved to be a valuable clue in the following weeks.
Scraps of clothing, of cotton and denim.
OMAKE - JauneMan
"SURRENDER, JAUNE-MAN! YOU CANNOT BEAT ME! SOON, MY PLAN TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD SHALL COMMENCE, AND I...SHALL RULE THE WORLD!" A figure shrouded in darkness gloated.
JauneMan, with his flowing red cape and boots, pointed his heroic finger at the treacherous villain.
"I WON'T LET YOU WIN THIS DAY! TAKE THIS, YOU VILE FIEND!"
Taking a single bound towards the shadowy visage, he reared his fist back.
"TAKE THIS! SUPER-ULTIMATE-MEGA-BUSTER-DESTROYER-OMEGA-RAY-CHOCOLATE CHIP-SURPRISE-MANGO-SWIRLIE-OVERHYPED-NOTHING REALLY SPECIAL-REALLY JUST AN ORDINARY EVERYDAY PUNCH!"
"AUGH, I'M DEFEATED!" The shadowy figure shouted as he was blown up into a thousand pieces by the sheer force.
"And that's why I don't drink. It turned out I destroyed the statue of their beloved mayor." Jaune commented as he wiped down a beer mug.
"I'm sure at least half of the people that go here would love to say they punched a statue so hard it broke..." Thomas said as he handed another drink to another down-on-his-luck loser.
Omakes...When you realize that you didn't exactly meet your funny quota that you set for yourself.