Blaze1992: Does he eventually get people back for all this teasing?
Like putting something extra in Nora's pancakes and Ren's tea.
Re: Well, any teasing Jaune receives is technically "warranted", so it isn't ACTUALLY teasing, just "constructive criticism".
If he tried something like that, I imagine it backfiring in spectacular fashion. When his reputation improves, maybe, but until then, I don't imagine so outside a RWBBY Chibi mini-chap.
LoamyCoffee: Ooh wonderful~ I've always wondered if there was a ranking system so villages in need of Huntsmen wouldn't be shafted with the bottom of the barrel. Again, Loving how real the characters are in this. Liking the progress that Jaune and Pyrrha are making. Though, my favorite part of the chapter is Blair~ I'm literally thinking about whether or not Vincent is aware of her true nature and whether he cares or not. That she's trolling people with her talking is hilarious~ Of course, I'm also wondering if she is a magically empowered cat or if she was like Qrow and Raven and Ozpin gave her magic.
Looking good~
Re: The ranking systems are inspired by both One Punch Man and Goblin Slayer. In One Punch Man, at higher ranks, the Heroes are logarithmically stronger than predeceasing ranks, while for Goblin Slayer, the color-based ranking is based on experience, hence why Goblin Slayer is Silver Rank, the third-highest rank behind Platinum (the kind of Heroes who would fight the "Demon Lord") and Gold (the "Heroes" who would help fight the Demon Lord), despite hunting nothing but Goblins all that time. GS coming back alive after all his missions definitely helped. Installing a ranking system into the Slayerverse's Fanon is just a way for me to measure the abilities of Hunters, Gourmet Hunters, and Criminals so there's something tangible to attach to them beyond Power Levels "which are bullshit".
Yeah, character development is a real joy for me to work out. RWBY never really tapped into it, but it's fun for me to do, and fairytaildragonslayer gave me the advice that dialogue is important, hence the characters in my stories tend to be flushed-out. Blair from Soul Eater is a favorite character of mine, and it's been a joy to write her in; and yeah, her trolling people is hilarious, at least to me. As for what kind of magic she has…
TM11: It's incredible how easy you make intregrating world building into a dialogue seem. Also, I'm getting Fate Stay Night vibes from that letter ranked system, though the other system also makes me think of Overlord - the anime version - and Goblin Slayer.
Re: World-building makes it all better, especially since RWBY was a little sparse on that outside the "World of Remnant" episodes. And yeah, Goblin Slayer was a big inspiration for the ranking system denoting Longevity; doubly-so since it's based on color, though I ruled out the bottom 3 rankings of Porcelain (10), Obsidian (9), and Steel (8).
RandommDude: I actually was referring to Schrodinger from Hellsing but you're response was interesting, maybe we'll look into it later.
By the way, that turnaround of Phyrra being Big_Red was as hilarious as it was frustrating. I mean, she's like a Guardian Angel or something. Dude would've literally died if it wasn't because of her, so I guess he was indebted to her from the start but still.
I was actually hoping for the guy to get a gun, since it's not like he has any more experience with using a sword and shield
Blair is a troll, nothing new there. You mentioned 'cathartic' enough for me to remember Makishima Shogo, from Phsyco-Pass, which I think I would be an excellent Xover with RWBY. It's basically about a system that monitors the phycological state of the citizens and either deems them 'good' and determines their future prospects and others who are deemed as 'latent criminals' and so have no hope for future employment.
Order is maintained by field officers who wields a Dominator, which is a weapon able to conduct a Phsyco-Pass in the fly and determine whether their crime coefficient is high enough to warrant death or paralysis.
So, because this system is meant to create a safe society in which mental health is a must, and Grimm are attracted to negativity, it would be a favorable way of maintaining the inhabitants of Altas safe.
Re: Ah, I forgot about that guy. I only ever really watched TeamFourStar's "Hellsing Ultimate Abridged".
Yeah, a little throwback to Jack's nickname for her, and also her height in meters. And yeah, Pyrrha is kinda Jaune's guardian angel, since if she hadn't "caught" him in the Emerald Forest, he would've painted the forest floor, and I quote, "a very disgusting color".
Like was brought up in dialogue in previous chapters, if Jaune can't even handle a melee weapon properly (calling his swordsmanship "passable", or even "swordsmanship", is ludicrously stretching the word), he's more-likely to shoot himself in the foot, or somewhere else "uncomfortable", than he is his own target. Hell, at the start of the series he could barely hold onto his own damn shield, and that thing was strapped to his arm. Maybe in a "RWBBY Chibi" episode I could make a joke about that, but in the mainstream, Jaune won't be getting a gun until he can be trusted with one.
As a crossover idea that does sound interesting, though making people explode like microwave burritos when they step out of line (or rather the threat thereof) wouldn't exactly make people feel safe. Sure, there are Hue Modification Drugs like in PSYCHO-PASS: Mandatory Happiness, but that's just another avenue for a company like the SDC to express a complete and total monopoly. Plus, an "oppressive" law system like that is exactly the reason the Great War happened in the Canon, so given the context of RWBY, I'm not so sure the use of a Psycho-Pass would help things as much as they would make it a lot worse. An interesting idea to be sure given "negative emotions" are like catnip for the Grimm, but it isn't something I myself see myself writing.
*NEW WORLD*
A few hours later and their assignment from Dr. Stein completed, Jaune eagerly responded to the summons from the Ironclad Guild, hauling ass like someone'd lit it on fire. Maybe it was the excitement of seeing his sacrifice crystalize into something tangible, but Pyrrha was glad to see him genuinely happy for the first time since the self-exposé at the fountain plaza.
Walking confidently into the Ironclad Guild building, Jaune was redirected to the Customer Service section to the far left. Once more Jaune found himself waiting in line, but since he was receiving something instead of negotiating, he couldn't help but bob from one foot to the next like he had ants in his pants; much to the consternation of the person in front of him.
Eventually Jaune came to the front of the line, eagerly holding out his student ID.
"Ah, Mr. Arc," a young woman who fit the 'Guild Girl' archetype hummed as she pulled up his order. "Big spender I see. Silver-Rank plate armor and riveted chain mail, Bronze-Rank longsword and collapsible shield. Subtracting the trade-in from your used second-hand armor and the bill comes down tooo…27.5 thousand Lien."
"Hey hold on a second. What about my trade-in?"
"Well, the armor you traded in was second-hand, there wasn't a lot of it, and it wasn't even all that well made, so the trade-in value was largely negligible. Like when you trade in a used car, or video game, or scrap metal."
She said the last bit with emphasis.
"Well, it's not like I was ever going to wear it again anyway," Jaune sighed as he looked at the receipt. 15K for the Plate Armor Set, 10K for the Chain Mail Shirt, 1K for the Longsword, and 1.5K for the Collapsible Heater Shield; all Huntsman-grade.
"You know, it occurs to me you should've haggled more…" Nora hummed looking the slip of paper over.
"All prices are non-negotiable."
"Okay never mind," Nora amended.
"Here you are," the woman said bringing up a large crate, a sheathed longsword protruding from the top.
Jaune, reaching out to take hold of it, drew it back only for the woman across from him to not let go. Giving the box a tug and shooting the woman a look, the blond proceeded to dig his feet into the floor and attempt forcibly dislodging it, only for his feet to slide haplessly across the floor.
"What's the big idea!"
"Normally, it isn't company policy to sell quality wares to fresh meat," the woman returned with a neutral expression. "Team Juniper," she said turning her attention to the rest of them. "If you can promise to bring back the armor in the event of any permanent loss of life, I'll allow this unusual transaction to be completed."
"How can you say something so cruel?!" Pyrrha gaped, slamming her palms on the counter.
"Do you know what's really cruel? For a member of the Ironclad Guild to pour their blood, sweat, and tears into forging a masterpiece of armor smithing, only to have it rotting in the wilderness somewhere because the idiot wearing it doesn't know when to run away from a fight they can't win. And on top of that, high-end military-grade alloys are expensive, so recycling's a big part of the Ironclad Guild's stance on self-sustainability. If you can't agree to bring the armor back if Jaune doesn't need it anymore, I can't in clear conscience allow it to change hands, no matter what Ozpin says."
" . . . Dibs."
"Wha-Nora! You can't call 'dibs' on my dead body!" Jaune gawped.
"Sure I can. Dibs. See? I just did it again," Nora grinned.
"Yeah, Jaune. Everyone knows about the International Dibs Protocol. And the No Takebacks Accord," Ren hummed with a chuckle.
"You cannot be serious," Pyrrha deadpanned.
"Do you want Jaune to have a nice set of armor or not?" Nora asked.
"Well, yes, but I'm not comfortable with pawning off his dead body like this."
"I'm not even dead yet!" Jaune cried.
"Technically I don't even need the body, just the armor," the merchant hummed aloud. "You'd be surprised how many people make that mistake."
"Quiet you," Pyrrha bit at the clerk before turning back to her teammates. " . . . Jaune, we can get armor somewhere else."
"No, Pyrrha, it's fine. If I'm going to buy brand-name, I'm willing to accept the caveats that come with hit," Jaune said in surrender. "Besides, she's right. Letting a nice suit of armor go to waste would be cruel. Both to the armor and whoever has to fight it later in case my dead body gets possessed by a Geist or something."
" . . . I suppose I can't really stop you," Pyrrha sighed.
"If you want, I can recommend a good armor smith for you," the clerk spoke up Pyrrha's way. "Not that what you have isn't a fine set, but that was for a tournament. In the real world, you'll want a little more protection for when your Aura runs out. And seeing as how you're a bit of a celebrity yourself, I'm sure if you signed an endorsement deal with upper management, a healthy discount could be sent your way."
"I'll take that into consideration. After my friend gets his armor."
The store clerk pulling her hands back, Jaune let out an undignified yelp as he flew back, the armor and sheathed weapon clattering loudly in the box as he hit the floor with a *THUD* and the clattering of jostled metal on metal.
" . . . Ow."
*NEW WORLD*
"Come on, guys! Jaune's about to come out in his new armor!" Nora whooped, pounding her fist on Team RWBBY's door as Ren and Pyrrha stood off to the side. From behind Team JNPR's door, the sound of shuffling clothing and armor plating clacking together could be heard.
"God, do you have any idea what time it is?" Yang groaned as she stepped out into the hall, clad in PJs and her bedhead flaring up like the hindquarters of a certain type of bird.
"Nora, give it a rest, we had a really exhausting day yesterday," Weiss groaned rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Oh fine sleepy bums. I just thought you might've wanted to see Jaune's new sword is all," Nora huffed.
"Did someone say 'new weapon'?!" Ruby yelped eagerly as she bowled her sister over, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed despite her bed-head.
"And new armor," Ren hummed as the rest of Team RWBBY dragged themselves into the hall. Still clad in their PJs, it was clear that the arduous mission of the previous day's mission had taken its toll on them; a juxtaposition to the rest of JNPR which had hardly exerted themselves in the slightest.
"Sooo… Why're you all sleeping in until noon?" Pyrrha asked awkwardly.
"Because yesterday was a real shitshow," Weiss grumbled brusquely, caring little for proper verbal etiquette in her mentally exhausted state.
"Did it have anything to do with that column of smoke we saw the other day?" Ren asked.
"In as many words," Blake sighed.
"Oh, I think I heard about that. Some kinda rat-kaiju butt-fucked police headquarters and killed half the staff. Or something," Nora hummed bluntly.
"Something like that," Weiss groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Really? I thought with Jack around, fighting giant monsters would be easy," Pyrrha hummed thoughtfully, since she'd once witnessed him battle such a monster once before.
"Yeah, except Jack totally flaked on us," Yang huffed angrily.
"I did not 'flake'. Ozpin pulled me aside for a job he needed done discretely and I did it," Jack huffed in turn.
"Really? I didn't think 'discretely' was part of your vocabulary," Ren hummed.
"Bitch, please. If I didn't know 'discrete', I'd be a war criminal by now. That or a mass murderer."
" . . . Wait what-"
"I'm… I'm coming out!" Jaune said from behind the door, cutting off Pyrrha's awkward comment.
The door creaking open, at the base, Jaune's attire was the same jeans and hoodie from before -not that RWBBY knew about the Pumpkin Pete icon-, but that was where the similarities to his previous look ended.
Cladding his shoulders, biceps, forearms, back of the hands, chest, back, waist, hips, knees, shins, and the tops of each foot were well-crafted plates of armor held tightly against his frame by reinforced leather straps. In place of his original sneakers he wore black shin-high boots that let him be taken more-seriously, and the bandages around his knees kept his pants from bunching up. Encasing his head whereas before it lay completely exposed, was a rounded helmet that left only the lower half of his face visible; featuring a traditional knight's visor that dipped down to cover his nose, each eye was shielded by a pair of thin horizontal slats with clear reinforced glass.
Drawing his sheathe from his hip and expanding it into a full-sized heater shield, he then drew an ordinary-looking longsword and held it aloft for all to see. Whereas the Crocea Mors from before was beautiful and elegant with its gold-on-white coloration, what Jaune possessed now was purely utilitarian in nature with its muted gray matte finish. It was made to do a job, and it'd do that job well without having to be pretty to do it. Sure, a polished silver was more showy and looked better from a client's perspective, but reflected light that could be seen from a mile away had been the death of many a Huntsman in the past; few were just willing to admit it.
Because they were dead, but that was beside the point.
Long story short; Jaune looked far more competent than he did before, which some would argue wasn't much better than a LARPer screwing around in the park with bags of rice and streamers screaming- "Lightning Bolt!" -at the tops of their lungs with Styrofoam weapons and cardboard armor.
Jaune, testing the weight of his new shield on his arm, held his new blade aloft, the sharpened edge seeming to hum in the air as it was drawn for the first time.
"Whew~" Yang said with an appreciative whistle. "I'll admit, you cut a pretty impressive figure in all that armor. I approve."
"It probably helps he's wearing more on his legs than jeans," Blake hummed.
"Wow, Jaune! You look totally awesome!" Ruby whooped.
" . . . It's an improvement," Weiss admitted after a moment.
"But wait, I don't see the family emblem," Ruby hummed as she leaned to and fro, trying to find any form of decoration.
"I'll have it put on when I feel worthy of it. For the time being, I don't feel like I've earned the right, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess I understand," Ruby hummed. "I'm glad you're making a fresh start."
"Sooo… You rob a bank, or sell your left kidney?" Jack asked, half-seriously.
"I sold my old comic books, thankyouverymuch," Jaune huffed, his visor flipped up as he gave the Faunus the best withering look he could.
It didn't work. But at least he tried.
"Huh. Neat," Jack hummed. "At the very least, you don't look like a total bitch anymore."
"Hey!"
"Seriously, who fights Grimm wearing jeans?"
"You wear jeans!"
"No, I wear cargo pants, and greaves. Fashionable and functional," Jack countered. "At the very least a kick to the shins won't drop you. Everyone thinks you should aim for the groin, but the shins are easier to hit and have lots of nerve endings sandwiched between the bone and skin," he trailed off on another "Jack Braxton Tangent".
"We're getting off topic," Jaune sighed as he clenched and unclenched his fist, which was now clad in a black leather glove. "So. Ruby. What do you think?" he asked of the first girl he met at Beacon.
"Way cool," Ruby smiled. "You look like a regular 'knight in shining armor'," she hummed with a smile.
"Yeah, well… 'Knight' may be pushing it," Jaune hummed as he rubbed the back of his armored head. "Now that I have my new armor and weapon, there's only one thing left for me to do," he said with a nod. "Jack!" he said extending a finger. "Fight me!"
" . . . Eh?"
"I want you to fight me!"
"Uhhh… Jaune. You do remember how well that went for you the last time you squared off, right?" Nora asked. "Because FYI; it was a real shitshow down there," she whispered.
"Look, I'm not saying I would've fared any better if I wasn't angry when I jumped over the railing," Jaune conceded, remembering when Pyrrha had gotten her own ass handed to her and he'd overreacted. "What I'm saying is… I want to fight you, because I want to know what true strength feels like. When that Ironclad Guild guy sung your praises, I just… You and I never actually fought. Not formally. So I just… I need to know how far you are above me."
" . . . Alright first off… knowing that I'm 'strong' and knowing what 'true strength' is, are two completely different things," Jack stated after a moment. "Second: Eh?"
*NEW WORLD*
"Jaune, are you sure you want to do this?" Pyrrha asked nervously as they made their way to the training arena, a few students shooting Jaune, his armor, or both appreciative glances as they passed by.
"Yes, Pyrrha. I'm sure."
"Okay, but can I ask why?"
"Because… Jack's the strongest out of all of us. He's worked his ass off to get that strong, and despite all the insults he threw my way… I couldn't help but admire that about him," he confessed. "Sure, he's like something taken from the Bronze Age of comic books, but that doesn't change the fact he never backed away from a fight, no matter how weary or sleep-deprived or whatever he was. That's why… I figure if I'm going to break in my new armor, might as well make it memorable, eh?"
"Yeah, unless you push Jack's 'Mom Button' and he shoves that shiny new helmet of yours up your equally-new ass-plate."
"First off, I have enough common sense not to push 'the Mom Button'," Jaune huffed Nora's way.
"Well at least you have that much going for you," Ren hummed.
"And second, I don't have any armor plating on my ass."
"And like that, the magic is gone," he amended.
"Look, I just want to get an idea of how-well this new armor of mine can take a beating against someone as strong as a Grimm, without having to worry about having my throat ripped out."
"If you're seeking to collect data on this via the transitive property, I think I'll redact my previous comment about you having some common sense," Ren suighed.
"Hey, I have to break this thing in sometime, so it might as well be now," Jaune shrugged. "And it isn't just that. The weight of all this armor and my weapon… I'm wearing way more armor than I was before so it's actually a little hard to move, and my weapon… My body's telling me the weight is the same, but my heart… Everything just feels off, and new, and I need to accept that things have changed."
"That's kinda poetic, in its own weird way," Nora hummed.
"Well, if you ever want to practice with your new sword and shield, I'm always available," Pyrrha hummed.
"Thanks, Pyrrha. I might just take you up on that," Jaune said with a smile before turning toward the arena before them.
*NEW WORLD*
"Just so you know, Jaune…" Jack hummed as he flattened the creases in his clothes and adjusted his leather armor. "I won't pull my punches just because you have some shiny new armor."
"I wouldn't want it any other way," Jaune said drawing his blade, his shield held out at the side.
"I mean, I'll pull my punches to the extent that I don't turn you into a greasy smear on the wall, but…"
"Yes, we get it. 'The first couple of rows are a splash zone'. Can we just fight already?" he asked impatiently.
"Well then…" Jack hummed as the scoreboard overhead came to life. "Lesson number one."
Cue RWBY Volume 1 OST – This Will Be The Day
*FWISH-BAM!*
"It helps if you keep your shield between yourself and your opponent!" he said as he drilled a powerful blow into Jaune's gut, the armored blond sent skidding back.
The blond's new boots arresting his momentum as he dug in his heels, his free hand went to the unarmored part of his gut that had been hit, the feeling of riveted chain mail reassuring to him.
"Ah, so you have mail on under that hoodie. Good choice. Good choice," Jack lauded. "It's nice to see you didn't waste your money on something stupid. Like a flashy gun you don't even know how to use."
"Just shut up and fight," Jaune bit out as he charged Jack, making a concerted effort to keep his shield between him and his opponent as he charged, thrusting out his sword only for Jack to slap it aside and shoulder charge his shield, the blond buckling before rolling with the hit and getting into a kneeling stance, only for Jack to grasp the sides of his helmet and knee him in the visor.
"WHOA! He got hit in the head and he's still standing!" Nora awed as Jaune reeled from the hit.
"Lesson number two," Jack said as he plucked the helmet from Jaune's head. "Chin straps," he said striking him in the face with the back of his own helmet, causing those in the audience to wince. Jaune's helmet tossed back to him, the blond fumbled awkwardly for it between his free hand and sword-holding hand, only for Jack to pound him with another double kick.
And yet, despite it all, Jaune barely felt any of it.
Sure, Jack wasn't going full force, but the blond felt much more confident in his new armor than he had with his old set as he got to his feet.
"You know… I'd feel better about this field test if you weren't so condescending," Jaune muttered as he donned his helmet, making a mental note to have a chin strap installed.
"Look, blondie, all you did was get yourself a better suit of armor and an identical replacement weapon. Nothing's changed since your big exposé," Jack huffed. "I'm glad you're taking some initiative, but is this really how you want to have your first fight with the new gear?"
"Better you than a Grimm."
"Fair enough," Jack shrugged, drawing his Shotgun/Axe. "Let's see how you handle a little lead."
Jaune hastily raising his shield as the barrel was leveled at him, a solid slug struck his shield dead-center with a loud *CLANG*, his arm rattling, but the metal and his Aura both holding strong as the flattened slug clattered to the ground at his feet. Jack casually closing the distance and firing off a shot every few seconds, the next moment Jack hooked his axe around his ankle and tripped him up, dropping him onto his back, a sandaled foot planted on his sword-holding arm a moment later, a single clawed finger aimed at the center of his visor.
"Check…"
An ominous red glow at the end of the Faunus' finger made his eyes go wide.
"Mate."
*PEW*
The back of Jaune's head bouncing harshly against the inside of his helmet as the energy blast struck him in the center of the visor, the blond's vision swam from the force of the blow, feeling as a chunk of his Aura was blasted away like a gunshot to unprotected meat.
*DING-DING-DING!*
"Eh?" Jack asked as a bell was rung.
"End of round one!" Nora shouted, a brass fighter's bell held in one hand and a tiny mallet in the other. "Both fighters return to your starting corners for round two!"
"We're on a giant circle. There aren't any corners!"
"Just get your foot off of him so he can catch his breath," Pyrrha sighed.
"Fine," Jack shrugged, letting Jaune roll onto his feet.
*NEW WORLD*
Cue Red vs Blue Season 9 OST – Round One
The rounds that followed weren't much better in Jaune's favor, but the unmistakable fact remained that in the rounds to follow, Jaune was getting better.
Some would call Jack's "tough love" style of teaching harsh, what with how-many times the blond found himself laid out on his back or literally getting his ass kicked, but it got results. As Jaune had what did and more-importantly didn't "work" drilled into his head, his confidence as a warrior grew as his knowledgebase was further built upon. The way he carried himself became more confident, his grip on his sword and shield more-assured as he was guided through the bare basics of sword fighting with what were essentially the training wheels on.
Of course, that didn't mean Jaune didn't go through his share of humiliating episodes.
Because he definitely did.
"Next lesson: Don't let go of your weapon!" Jack chided as he karate chopped Jaune on the hand, longsword clattering to the floor before a sandaled foot kicked it up into an awaiting scarred hand. "Next lesson after that: Don't let your opponent get a hold of your weapon!" he said as he proceeded to chase Jaune around the ring and screaming like a deranged lunatic. "Next lesson after 'the next' lesson: Don't get murdered by your own weapon. AIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAAAAA!"
Although Jaune's own frantic screams did a pretty good job of drowning out Jack's own battle cry.
"Your feet are too close together," Jack berated in another round as he looped a foot around the blond's right achilles tendon and gave him a shove sending him sprawling harshly to the ground. "Keep one behind you, and lower your stance a little."
Though Jaune was definitely improving, it didn't make it any less difficult to watch though. Upside was Jaune's armor was taking the beating like a champ, and his Aura was definitely getting a workout.
However, like all good things, Jaune's quote/unquote "fight" with Jack had to come to an end; somewhere between the literal ass-kicking that sent Jaune screaming through the air "like a little bitch" as Jack so-eloquently put it, and him being so delirious and potentially concussed he couldn't get back to his feet without outside help.
Right as things with Jaune had wrapped up however, the blond running on fumes while Jack's was well below half from the hits he'd let Jaune get in before delivering a wicked counter so Jaune would know what falling for a counter or a feint would feel like…
"Braxton!" a somewhat familiar, haughty voice shouted from up in the rafters, drawing everyone's eyes.
Striding boldly down the steps were Jack's former team, plus his own replacement, now named Team DIRT. Their weapons were in hand, armor on, and by the looks in their eyes they were itching for a fight.
The only exception to this, at least the ocular attribute, was Jack's replacement who stood a few steps behind them looking like he'd rather be anywhere else and was only passively invested in what was going on.
"So. I see you're kicking around the little blond bitch, huh? That's cool, that's cool," the brunette at the front said idly as he eyed Jaune, then the scoreboard, before turning back to Jack. "You wouldn't mind having a rematch with us, would you?" he asked gesturing to the rest of his team. "The boys and I have just been itching for Round Two."
" . . . Who are you guys again?" Jack asked after a moment, causing his old teammates to flinch as though they were slapped across the face with a dead fish.
To Be Continued…
*NEW WORLD*
AN:
The armor set that Jaune gets from the Ironclad Guild is inspired by the DeviantArt artwork Rwby what if Jaune was a better fighter lineart by Razenix-Angel.
Of course for narrative reasons, right now the colored flairs and family crest are absent, but will be added in later once Jaune experiences enough character growth. Which! All in all, is really satisfying to write for.
The story behind that decision is, I looked up "armored Jaune, RWBY" pictures online, and happened across Raxenix-Angel's work and really liked the look of it. Permission to reference this piece has been given, and sometime in the future I'll commission some artwork for the story; I just have to find the right moment. I've added a link in my profile, as well as links to other commissioned works. All in all I'm satisfied with past experiences.