Got The Life

by Surface Creep

Jaune Arc. A wannabe hero with his heart and mind set on being the one who saves the day. Filled with ambitions, pure motives, and a positive mindset with peaceful ethics...Is gone. He just... Drifted off in his sleep. No longer will he laugh, or cry, or love. But his legacy did not die with him. Instead, I, a fanfiction writer, was sent in to pick up where he left off. (Same story

6. Chapter 6

Got The Life VI

I walk down the hallways of Beacon Academy, unsure of what to do.

The fight had been difficult, that much I can say. But it wasn't anywhere near as difficult as it should have been. I feel like it was too easy, seeing as how I don't exactly fight people with weapons everyday. Was something else at play here?

*bzzzzzz*

I feel a vibration coming from my pocket and pull out my scroll to see I had a message from the ?contact.

{You can thank me for that.}

I look around for any body who could possibly look over my shoulder, and see no-one. Despite that, I still don't entirely trust being out in the open like this, and spot an empty classroom just up ahead. Making my way over to it and closing the door behind me, I then pull out my scroll and respond.

{Care to elaborate on that? Matter of fact, who are you exactly?}

"I am Ishkur."

"DEEP FRIED BABY NIPPLES!"

I jump away from the unsuspected voice behind me and turn around to see someone standing behind me. Standing there is a man in what looks to be his late forties, with short curly black hair, a goatee/beard with gray ends dressed in a gray jacket over a olive green shirt with blue jeans and some sneak-

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"YOU'RE SERJ FUCKING TANKIAN!"

Forgetting my surprise, I dart forward and begin shaking his hand rapidly while talking super fast in a VERY excited voice.

"Ohmygodit'ssocooltomeetyouagain,Idontknowifyouremembermebutwemetatoneofyourconcertswhenyousignedmyguitar,Idorememberyouthoughistillhavn'twashedthatspotonmyarmwhereyougrazedme,canyoupleaseautographmyfacewithapen?OhwaitIdonthaveapen,ahwell,aknifecanworkIguesssignanywhereyouwan-"

I am interrupted by SERJ FUCKNG TANKIAN when he punches me in the face and sends me flying across the room.

"Oh my god I just got punched in the face by SerjTankian! IM NEVER WASHING THIS CHEEK AGAIN!" I yell with anime tears of joy streaming down my face. I then dart back over to SERJ FUCKING TANKIAN and hug his leg as I begin to start rambling on again.

"I'm not SerjTankian, dumbass." Serj interrupts me in his absolutely GOD LIKE VOICE THAT WOULD MAKE BEYONCE CRY TEARS OF JOY. "I'm just taking the form of the person that you find the most awe inspiring, so that way you actually pay attention to me."

I look up at him with a confused look on my face, still latched onto his leg.

"..."

"..."

"Can I sacrifice goats to you?"

Serj rubbed the bridge of his sexy ass nose as he muttered something about "Fucking psycho" before kicking outwards, sending me flying off of him. "Here, let's try this instead." He said right before he glowed white for a second. It was too bright to look at, so I covered my eyes with my hand before it stopped and I looked back at Serj, only to see he had changed.

Were Serj used to stand was now someone else. It was a guy just a bit shorter than me, with long straight black hair that went down to the small of his back, which was covered by a black fedora with a red stripe on it, with some beard under his chin that ended in two long prongs. He had a round face and large eyes, and along with his fedora wore a sleeveless t shirt that was the same color as the stripe on his hat, black jeans with a couple tears and holes for style and some brown cowboy boots. I tilt my head to the side in confusion at this new event.

"Daron Malakian?" I ask, thrown waaay off track. Now that I wasn't being dazzled by the sheer perfection that is SERJ FUCKING TANKIAN, I realized just how weird this situation was.

"Again, that's not my name." Daron says as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against a table behind him. "It's Ishkur."

I look at him blankly for a couple of seconds as I try to process this new information. "So wait..." I begin with uncertainty in my voice. "You're the guy who sent me here... and you pick your body to look like whatever the main person you're seeing... would want to see the most?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Daron/Ishkur nods his head. "So now that we've gotten that out of the way, you have a couple of questions?"

"That's an understatement if I've ever heard one." I deadpan, before mirroring Ishkur and lean against a table. "Okay, first off, how did I fight so well? It didn't feel like I personally had to do much."

"That's because you didn't." Ishkur smirked as he nodded towards my direction. "I knew sending someone with little fighting experience into this world would be suicide, so I...'programmed' a self-defense instinct into you. So you can fight without even having to think about it, as well as use different kinds of weaponry. Kudos on the whole Sheath as a weapon idea, though, that was all you."

"Okay, that makes sense, I guess..." I respond as I scratch my chin in thought. What other things could I ask him? "Is this place cannon? Or is it like some other type of universe?". Suddenly my eyes widen. "Please tell me this isn't like Bloody Rose! I don't wannahafta kill psycho Ruby!" I plead with Ishkur. He only chuckles as he shakes his head lightly.

"Don't worry Dalton, this is cannon. Ruby isn't going to try and eat you alive. Though while we're on the topic of Ruby, I seriously hope you aren't going to try acting like Jaune any time soon, cause you royally fucked up any chance of that happening." He tells me, though he doesn't sound angry by any means.

"Tell you the truth, i'm not entirely sure how to go about this." I shrug as I give the deity a honest answer. "It's pretty damn obvious they're gonna question me the second I go back to the dorm rooms. What the hell should I say? I'm at a loss."

Ishkur shrugs. "I could give you the answer, but that would be coddling. This is something you're just going to have to figure out by yourself, Dalton. It may be true that I had to give you some abilities to make sure you survive, but I can't do everything for you. Believe it or not, you're not the only person in a situation like this."

"What?" I asked, taken aback by the news.

"Yeah man. You really believe that you're the only one who's had this happen to them?" Ishkur asked me. I cupped my chin and looked past him in thought. It was weird, but now that I thought about it... It wasn't exactly all that surprising, I guess. I highly doubt this sort of thing would only happen to me. That did, however, provide more questions than answers. Just how expansive was everything? Was there just the one universe, or were there multiple copies of that universe?

"That...makes sense." I say after a bit, trying to take my mind off of the confusing thoughts. Then, I have one final thought. "Wait. What's my semblance supposed to be?" I ask Ishkur.

Instead of verbally responding, he gets a big cheshire grin as he leans forward and whispers the answer into my ear. I too begin to grin as he explains, which ends in a smile that feels like it's taking up my whole face.

"No...Freaking...Way..."I say aloud in absolute awe, making sure he isn't messing with me. Ishkur just nods his head up and down, both of us still grinning like idiots. "So, will it like, activate on it's own, or…What?"

"On it's own, most likely. It would be kinda cheap to just be like 'hey, you get a semblance!', know what im saying?" The god told me. He had a point, that would be pretty cheap. "So, how are you gonna go about this whole situation? Have you figured that out yet, at least?"

I tap my chin in consideration. Did I really have any sort of approach set in stone at the moment? Or should I just see how things play out? Make a plan along the way?

"I'm… not entirerly sure at the moment. I feel like any plan I make won't survive first contact… I'll have to let things play out and see where to go on from there, I suppose. Will I be able to rely on you for help from time to time?"

Ishkur shrugs. "For certain things, I suppose. I would advise growing self-relaint on my powers, cause I won't always be able to help you." Then, another grin planted itself on his face. "Hey, weren't you thinkin something about wanting a new weapon earlier?"

I give him a blank stare for a couple of seconds, before I remember this guy can read my thoughts. Right then I get a mile wide smile and jump right in front of him. "GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME!" I say as I hop in place in front of him like a kid in a candy store. Ishkur rubs his chin thoughtfully as if considering it.

"Hmmmm, I don't know… Having one takes a whole lot of responsibility."

By this point I'm on my knees in front of him with my hands clasped and anime tears running down my face. "PLEEEASE, I promise I'll feed it, and I'll walk it, and I'll play fetch with it, and I'll buy it a whole bunch of stuff!"

By this point, Ishkur's smile is as big as mine before he snaps his fingers while shaking his head. "You're so freaking weird."

I feel a weight settle onto my hip and look down to see the weapon I had thought about having Ruby help me craft earlier this morning. I bring it out of it's sheath and hold it out in the light to get a better look at it.

It is a large-barreled revolver with a deep colored rosewood grip, and an engraving of a reclining woman on the barrel.

And it's name was the ambassador.

"I think I'm gonna cry." I tell Ishkur as I practically undress the revolver with my eyes. Ishkur gives off a laugh and puts one hand on it's grip.

"Wait until you see this." He says. "Press down on that button and flick your wrist."

Pressing down on the button he pointed at with my thumb, I quickly flick my wrist and watch as the long barreled revolver morphs into…

Into..

A MOTHER FUCKING TRENCH SPIKE.

"Ishkur." I address him as I look up from the new weapon with stars in my eyes. "Say the word, and I will fight hordes of Grimm in your name."

Instead of answering me, he merely hands me a sheet of paper. Taking it and looking over it, I raise a lone eyebrow. "What's this?"

"It's a license of ownership and shipment, so you know, you can actually explain to 'your' teammates how you just so happened to get your hands on this absolute fucking beast of a gun that just so happens to fire Aura bullets." He says with a grin. I still continue to look over it with a face of nonchalance.

"Oh, that makes sens- wait, did you just say Aura bullets!?"

It's official, this gun is amazing.

"Just focus on channeling your Aura into it, and you'll be ready to fire as many shots as you want. And sense Jaune has a massive Aura, you won't have to worry about running out of ammo anytime soon. It can still fire regular bullets if need be, though" The deity reassures me. He then looks out the window and his mood sombers out a bit. "Well, I hate to have to leave you so early, but I've got other stuff to attend to. You know, watching over the multiverse to make sure it doesn't blow up or anything equally stupid. I'll be seeing you later, Dalton." He then turns around as a portal the size of him and the color of Jaune's eyes appears out of nowhere.

"Later Ishkur." I wave the deity off with a big chesire grin on my face. The entity walks through, and with a loud pop, the portal disappears. Still fawning over my new weapon, I start walking out of the room and say one thing before reaching the door.

"I can get used to this."

AN: SO some shit has changed. No more Richtofen, cause that origionally was a good idea to me. But I recently had much better ideas, ones that I think all of you would enjoy more, and with the whole account move, I was able to 'fix' it.