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That's right, my fifth story, titled The Murderess and Her Brain will be dropping on this Thursday! Join Neopolitan the murderess and Ozpin her brain friend as they forge a weak alliance in the name of avenging Roman and Beacon while navigating their own distrust of one another. Laughs, cries, fights, and plenty of excitement abound, in...THE MURDERESS AND HER BRAIN!
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Chapter 18 – Just Me, Myself, and Lies
In which Jaune Arc's tiny penis and balls save the universe, for real.
"He thinks he can just waltz back in and decide how I'm going to feel? Even though he did his best to ignore me and my feelings until you literally forced him to acknowledge them?"
"Nora."
"Jaune, I tell you what. If I take up Ren's offer of getting together-together, I'll be setting an example. He'll walk away from this thinking that we'll always go at whatever pace he's comfortable with, and I'll just meekly sit back and accept it."
"Nora."
"Well, I won't. I'm Nora Valkyrie, and no one gets to tell me how to live my life, least of all that lousy, no-good, waste-of-space excuse for a partner I used to call my Renny."
"N-Nora."
"What is it, Jaune?"
"Perhaps…could you not talk like that right now? It's making things kind of weird."
Nora had the decency to take on a sheepish look, realizing who she was ranting to. "Sorry, Jaune. Is it because you're my boyfriend, and I'm venting about some other guy?"
Jaune shook his head. "No. Well, there is that, but it's mainly because Ren is sitting right next to me, hearing this whole thing."
Jaune awkwardly was keeping his eyes down, focusing on the homework he was nowhere close to completing. Even so, he could feel the laser-sharp piercing glare of Lie Ren as it threatened to drill a hole through his cranium and liquefy his brains by its sheer intensity alone.
"He's just so…argh, I can't deal with him!" said Nora.
Jaune bit down on his tongue and tried his best to fade out of existence. Perry was in the room, but he had been morbidly silent in an attempt to not be noticed, and no one so far had even acknowledged his presence. If only Jaune could do the same…
At long last, Ren turned his death glare away from Jaune. His face softened, and he gazed over at his partner.
"Nora…"
"Renny, Jaune wasn't the only one who missed on the obvious signs. If he hadn't asked me out, how long would you have waited? How many times would I have had to drop hints about wanting you to ask me out until you finally acted upon them, if you ever even would have? Perhaps it was fine for you, but for me, I just had to sit there and expect something that I now see was never coming."
"Nora, what we had…I was content."
Anguish splashed across Nora's face. "But I wasn't! Are you saying that if Jaune hadn't come in and upset the balance, we would have stayed not together-together forever?"
To that, Ren had no response.
"I'm not sure we're as compatible as we thought we were. I-In terms of dating." Nora brushed back a lock of her hair with her fidgeting hands. "In terms of having a future together, as more than partners."
"Nora, I love you. And you love me! I know you do. After all the time we've spent together, there's no way I can mean nothing to you."
Nora stepped over to her partner and placed both hands upon his shoulder. "I do love you, Ren, but maybe not in the way you want me to. Jaune may not have been here as long, but he's trying to get to know me better – and the key word there is trying. He's actively making an effort to spend more time with me, to increase the level of our relationship, not just to bask or wallow in what's already there. We do more than just enjoy one another's presence in contemplative silence – we go to the library and read storybooks together, we find one another in bookstores and stare at unicorns, we kidnap Cardin and break his legs."
Perry finally revealed his presence to the world, turning around in shock. "W-What? Are you serious about that last o–"
"He's not okay with just content, Ren. And neither am I."
Ren stood up, and Nora removed her hands from his shoulders.
"I need a moment," he said calmly, slowly maneuvering around those in his way in a curved path to the door.
"I've never seen him that emotional," said Nora. "Not in thirteen years."
Jaune had a feeling that things would continue to be rough for Team Juniper, but now that everyone had expressed their feelings to one another in a mature and responsible way, things would at least have a chance to get better. It depended a lot on Ren and Nora (mostly Ren), but the worst had probably already passed.
Jaune voiced some of his worries aloud. "I hope he'll be okay. I didn't ever mean to put him through all this."
"Don't apologize," said Nora, her voice now much more self-assured. "Like I said, I wasn't happy. I was just waiting for things to improve, when apparently Ren didn't see anything wrong with the status quo. If you hadn't posed yourself as a romantic rival for him, this still would have happened when I eventually grew too tired with his antics."
"He just needs time," said Perry. "And I'm not just saying that in some cliched way. He just had a lot of emotions dumped on him at once, and it would be a flippin' miracle if he wasn't conflicted from here to Atlas by them all. Guilt at his own inaction, regret for what he just lost, anger at both of you two – the boy's got a lot to process. We won't know if he's going to pull through it until he decides that for himself."
Jaune had another question, one that he knew was not meant to be asked, certainly not now. But at the same time, he'd seen the consequences of letting thoughts and feelings go unanswered and left to fester.
"Not to kick open a can of worms after everyone's just finished being not mad at one another, but if things were that bad, and you really did…l-love…Ren, couldn't you have just asked him out, Nora?"
Jaune was doing his best to be mature with and respect his two teammates as they navigated this minefield of emotional drama, but it was still hard for him to openly voice that the girl he was together-together with was actively courting feelings for another man. It was difficult not to wince as he mentioned it.
Fortunately, Nora's eyes were on the door, and she didn't seem to notice it. "Ren has always been…unwilling to step out of his comfort zone. The day Renny…Ren and I met, he ran off and nearly left me to be bullied by three other kids our age. When we were on the road, he didn't care to travel around and see new places. I always had to push for him to move on from a village, to go out and explore. He didn't speak to other people unless I dragged him out and literally pushed him right into them. He never tried wild mushrooms or carrots or berries because they could be poisonous. He refused to climb a tree during a storm because lightning might strike. With Ren, it was always, I won't, I won't, I won't. I was the one who said we should train to become hunters and go to Beacon. I had to ride a Grimm just to track him down during the initiation – a Grimm! Only a madwoman or an idiot would knowingly hop on one of those and ride it!" Nora wiped away the stream of tears on her cheek. "I was just hoping that this one time, for something that mattered so, so incredibly much to me, Ren would take the initiative and embrace the new. But he didn't.
"The worst part is, he was always right. Our supplies nearly ran out every time we left a village because we hadn't stayed long enough to pack more. The people I introduced us to tried to kidnap us and force us to join their gross Branwen bandit tribe. The mushrooms got me sick, the berries were rotten, and the carrots turned out to be hemlock and poisoned my pet squirrel Bruno to death. Lightning struck my tree, and I would've died if my semblance hadn't saved my stupid butt."
"Hey, hey." Jaune stood up and pulled her into an embrace. He had no way to assuage her concerns, but he didn't want to be the kind of person who just let a girl cry and did nothing to comfort her. "It's going to be okay."
"A-And he was right to not ask me out, because a real relationship between us would have been doomed from the start. We're just too different."
"It's all going to be okay, I promise."
Perry patted Nora on the back as she wept into Jaune's shoulder. "Take it from me; the pain will fade. I've seen a lot of men and women get into unhealthy, unbalanced relationships that caused them both a world of hurt, but I've never seen anyone regret backing away from a bad sitch. If that's how you feel, Nora, then you made the right call."
Jaune ignored the backbreaking pain as Nora squeezed his far weaker frame. Stupid lack of aura. Let's hope tonight remedies that.
He also ignored the heartbreaking pain from the fact that the girl he was into clearly still loved her partner. As much as he knew how a leader was supposed to put others first, it still hurt for her to repeatedly state how much Ren meant to her.
I'm the team leader, and I'm supposed to be a supportive boyfriend. I just need to grin and bear it. Putting others' needs first is what heroes do.
When the clock struck 7:30pm, Jaune knew he could put this off no longer. Nora was much better, and he was fairly certain he could leave for the White Fang rally without causing her any undue stress.
"Hey, you guys."
His teammates looked up at him.
"I'm going to be gone for a few hours. I should be back before midnight."
"Where're you going?" asked Perry, putting down his book.
"Just down to Vale. Team RWBY needs my help with another one of their silly little investigations, and apparently I'm the only person they can ask."
"Superhero responsibilities?" asked Nora with a smile.
Jaune nodded as he plugged in Amber. If he was going to be going back on his word, the least he could do was ensure that she wasn't pulled into it as well. Hopefully Blake doesn't forget her own like Ruby did.
"Jaune."
"Hmmm?"
He turned around in time to just catch a glimpse of Nora's fiery hair beneath his chin as she pulled him into a hug.
"Be safe."
Jaune's cheek reddened as she pecked it lightly.
"I…"
Would he? He was literally going out for the express purpose of endangering himself. Doubt began to knaw at Jaune's resolve, and he found himself wondering if the best thing for him to do would be to tell Blake he wasn't coming.
"I will."
His mouth moved on its own, as did his legs when he stepped out the door. Jaune felt like he was barely in control of his body anymore as it autopiloted him to the bullhead yard where Blake waited. Deep down inside, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he just couldn't dig deep enough to reach that part of himself and actually act upon it.
"You ready?"
Jaune did not respond to the cat Faunus. He wasn't just silent – he didn't even look at her or flinch. Jaune Arc had completely shut down.
Blake leaned forward in her seat and regarded him curiously. "There a problem? Hello? Remnant to Jaune! If you're coming, I need you to be focused. Jaune?"
"Just psyching myself up," he said at last.
"Okay. Anyways, here's the plan. Once we've followed the trail to the meeting, we're going to split up and go in through different entrances to avoid being witnessed together. To get you through the gate, you're going to tell them that your Faunus part was cut off when you were in an SDC camp. They'll be suspicious of that, but standard White Fang protocol is to take you to a more private location and have one of their medical personnel check you. When they take you to the second location, I'll track you by your scroll, disable the guards, and we'll slip into the main body of the meeting. You'll take a mask off of one of the guards to cover your face, and no one should question either of us once we're in. From there, our goal is to gather as much intelligence about the remaining White Fang's operations in Vale. You managed to arrest most of their–"
"Recruit," Jaune corrected, his brain beginning to turn back on. "The Citron Commandos were recruited, not arrested."
"Same difference. Anyhow, we don't want to engage the White Fang members there. This is intel gathering, not a raid. I know that's going to be tough – you're a huntsman, not a spy – but try to restrain your more pugnacious instincts."
"Not a problem."
If all went well, the petrifying terror of being surrounded by deadly terrorists would be enough for Jaune's aura to self-unlock. There was no need for anyone to fight anyone. Jaune was just driven to get his aura, not suicidal.
D̶r̶i̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶i̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶d̶e̶a̶r̶.̶
"Come on up," said one of the two White Fang members at the entrance to the warehouse. The Faunus in front of Jaune approached them.
He was next in line to enter the rally, once the gentleman with flippers for hands was sent in. Jaune knew that once he crossed past the threshold just a few feet in front of him, there would be no going back. He would be exchanging his last chance to turn away and go back home in exchange for a white mask.
Jaune wanted to turn around and go the other way. Not like before, where he'd wanted to but couldn't make the choice due to fear-induced paralysis. He actually would turn around now if he could. The only problem was, doing so would be throwing Blake to the wolves (not that Faunus were literal wolves – he wasn't a racist). She was counting on him for back-up, what little of it he could provide. Plus, she had plans to start looking for him once she got inside, and if he ran away now, she would waste her precious time on the inside of the White Fang on a wild goose-Faunus chase for Jaune, who wasn't there. He had to go in, if only to make good on his promise to her.
S̶o̶ ̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶I̶ ̶v̶a̶l̶u̶e̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶m̶i̶s̶e̶s̶?̶
"Next."
Jaune stepped up to the men. His cover was supposed to be that his tail or whatever was cut off, but that plan was shot before it ever began. Blake wouldn't be able to track Jaune's scroll, not after he left Amber at home. Fortunately, Jaune already knew how to get through.
The guard on the left looked him over. "You a Faunus?"
"Yeah," Jaune said lazily. "Are you?"
The man's horse ears twitched angrily. "I don't see an animal trait."
"Rooster Faunus," said Jaune, yawning and stretching out his arms. "It's not what I have; it's what I don't have."
"Buddy, we've got a bunch of people," said the guard on the right. "We're not in the mood for games."
Jaune tapped his crotch. "Roosters don't have external genitals, and neither do I. That's my trait. Look it up."
The horse Faunus eyed him warily through the mask and pulled out his scroll.
A few seconds later, his shoulders shrugged. "Huh. I…did not know that. But, uh, I have to be sure. You understand why I can't simply take you at your word."
"Go ahead. Nothing there to feel, so nothing to worry about."
The horse Faunus uncomfortably looked away and grasped Jaune's crotch. Wincing, he felt for a second, then let go. "Okay. You can go in."
Jaune stepped forward, but a fuzzy arm blocked his path.
"Hold up," said the other guard. "That's it? That's your Faunus trait, not having a…?"
"Yup."
"No way are we letting you in."
"Trust me, Cody, there was nothing there," said the first guard. "You're welcome to double-check, if you think it's necessary."
The second guard looked downwards uncomfortably and grimaced. "But, what if he's just, like, really, really small?"
"No one on Remnant could be that small. I didn't feel a single thing through his jeans, and I pressed pretty hard. He'd have to have the smallest micro-junk of all micro-junks in the world for me to miss it. It felt smoother than those toy male dolls they sell with the plastic mound for a crotch…the Ren-doll."
"Fine. Go on through."
Jaune smiled, accepted the mask that was offered to him, and entered the building.
I guess sometimes it pays to have an extremely tiny penis and balls.
Amidst the sea of antlers, forked tongues, gills, paws, hooves, and all other assortment of animalistic anatomy, Jaune caught sight of the familiar pair of cat ears. Blake gawked as he weaved through the crowd and walked straight up to her. "They checked everyone at the gates. How did you…?"
"I'm a man of many talents," Jaune said, leaving it intentionally cryptic.
She looked at him with a mixture of awe and wonder. "W-Wow. I guess the others really are right about how good of a huntsman you are. Let's go."
Unlike the operation at the dock, which had thirty people present, this warehouse was packed to the rafters with attendees as far as the eye could see. Jaune had never been around so many Faunus in one place. Heck, he'd probably never met this many Faunus in his entire life. Ansel was a pretty small community, and there weren't all that many Faunus present. Beacon was supposed to be a safe haven for people from all walks of life, but Perry, Blake, and Velvet were the only three non-humans he'd met.
These people aren't like Perry or Team TMNT, though. Those guys were pressganged into joining because they had skills that the White Fang wanted – fighting, stealing, even just being muscle. These folks all chose to come here. They sought this lifestyle out.
If, through some miracle, Jaune once again found himself with a choice between imprisoning and recruiting these folks, he doubted he would feel as willing to push for the latter this time around.
"Thank you all for coming," boomed a brawny looking Faunus at the front of the room. The chatter of the crowd died down, and an army of masks turned to look at him. "For those of you who are joining us for the first time tonight, allow me to introduce a very special comrade of ours."
Jaune embraced his fear as Roman Torchwick stepped out from behind a curtain. "Good evening, my friends, and what a good evening it is."
A cacophony of boos was launched at the human, who laughed it off and raised his hands disarmingly. He was armed, of course, but to the average man or woman in the audience, he just carried a simple walking stick.
"Now, don't you lot worry about offending me. I get it. Humans? We suck, big time. We're small, pathetic, greedy little rats, no offense to our beloved rat Faunus battalions."
Every time Roman's eyes roved through the crowd and passed over Jaune and Blake, a fresh spike of worry shot up his spine. Roman knew his face, and mask or not, Jaune felt like it would only be a matter of time before the huntsman thief called over his White Fang guards and told them to grab Jaune. There were so many things that could go wrong. Jaune and Blake were at the center of the room, which meant that no matter what direction they ran, there were tens of Faunus between them and freedom. Armed guards were patrolling the outskirts of the audience, and an even larger number were onstage with Torchwick and the White Fang leader.
This was probably the perfect circumstances for his aura to self-unlock. Jaune pinched himself to see if he still felt pain.
"Erk."
Still no aura. Darn.
Blake's head shot sideways. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Focus on the stage, not me."
"You're right. The mission has to come first. I need to get my head in the game."
"…next big thing." Roman nodded his head, and the White Fang grunts at the front of the stage pulled down the curtain behind him to reveal the biggest robot Jaune had ever laid his eyes upon. He'd seen videos of Atlesian drones on occasion, but nothing had ever come close to the automaton that was now directly in front of him. The only thing that rivalled its marvelous size was the sheer density of firearms, grenade launchers, and miniature missile silos sticking out of its every limb. "Behold, the Mark IV Atlesian Paladin, fresh off the assembly line!"
"If the White Fang turns that thing on the city…" Blake trailed off, but Jaune understood exactly what she meant. It would take the combined force of every hunter in Vale to bring such a monstrous mech down. Sweat began to pool up on the inside of Jaune's mask.
He pinched himself again. Pain still came, and with it, disappointment.
Roman patted the side of the robot, resulting in a deep metallic clank. "And we've got quite the Mountainous plans for this little doohickey. Let's just say that it's going to be a Glenn of a good time for those involved."
"I don't get it," said Jaune.
Blake snapped her fingers. "I know! They must be working out of Mountain Glenn, the failed urban expansion development that Vale tried and failed to start up when the population of the city grew too big, only for it to be devastatingly overrun by Grimm, resulting in the deaths of the entire city's civilian population, a figure estimated to be as high as the tens of thousands. The White Fang has to have set up a secondary base of operations there, in Mountain Glenn, where those fiends are no doubt planning some grand act of terrorism with this paladin, likely involving the vast quantities of Dust that Roman and his thief crews have been stealing from local stores and stockpiling, likely to be used for some manner of improved incendiary device in the lost city of Mountain Glenn. I'd expect nothing less from the White Fang acting out of Mountain Glenn."
Jaune blinked. "You got all that from what Roman said just now?"
Through the rows of excited arms waving in the air in front of him, Jaune noticed Roman suddenly stop moving. He was looking right at the two of them, and his eyes were narrowed. He motioned for the White Fang leader to come over. Jaune couldn't hear what the two were discussing over the clamorous applause, but from the fact that Roman was pointing right at them, he felt like he could make a fairly accurate educated guess.
"Blake."
"I see it."
"You're the White Fang expert. What do we do?"
Blake smiled at Jaune and reached to her waist. Gambol Shroud was pulled out and aimed at a fuse box. "He can't see in the dark."
Jaune heard two shots ring out, and then the entire world went dark.
"Yes, Blake, but neither can I!"
"Just use your night vis– oh."
If Blake had been planning to make a mad dash for the doors in the ensuing chaos, Jaune wouldn't be able to keep up. Roman was blind, but the other Faunus weren't, and he'd already alerted some of the head White Fang security forces to Jaune's presence.
In the pitch black, Jaune squeezed a fold of his arm's skin in his fingers. It hurt.
Oh, come on! My heart is pounding, I'm about to die, and Roman's probably going to feed me to his pet shark, if he has one! What more is it going to take to unlock my aura?!
Jaune would soon come to regret thinking that.
A hand gripped Jaune's wrist, and he trusted that it was Blake. It could have been another White Fang member's, but none of the guards were close enough when the lights went out to touch Jaune, and no one in the crowd would have reason to. Jaune allowed himself to be led through the black room, bumping into several Faunus as he was. Someone elbowed his face, and his mask was dislodged. In a matter of seconds, shouting filled the room.
"By the Brothers! It's him! It's the Citron Champion!"
"I see him! He's here!"
No, no, no, NO! Everyone can see except for me, and they're all about to start shooting! I'll have no way to dodge in the dark. C'mon soul, if you've ever cared about me at all, now's the time to show it!
The barrage of bullets he'd been bracing himself for never came.
"He's infiltrated our meeting! Run for your lives!"
"Please, don't hurt us! We'll work for you, just don't slaughter us!"
"Spare me! I didn't mean to call your penis and balls tiny! It was a misunderstanding, I swear!"
"Jaune!" snapped Blake. "Follow me! We've got to get out of here and inform my team that the White Fang is working in Mountain Glenn! Just a little bit further, I can almost see the exit!"
Jaune could too. The night sky may have been dark, but the outside world was illuminated by streetlamps, stars, and the fragmentary moon. Jaune could just make out the faintest beams of light forming the outline of a doorframe.
A blast of energy whizzed right by Jaune's ear, close enough to singe the tips of his hair.
"Stop him! Someone grab him!"
Looking back, Jaune now had just enough light to make out another shot coming out of Roman's cane. As his target was lit up by the outside world, the thief was now confident enough in his accuracy to start taking potshots. Jaune threw Blake to the floor before they were blown to smithereens, and the shot hit the wall above the door and exploded in a bright burst of maroon flames.
The two students picked themselves up and raced out of the now much wider exit.
"We made it!" cried Jaune.
"Don't celebrate just yet," said Blake, holding her scroll. "My team is in the city. I'm going to message them and let them know that we need –"
The entire warehouse behind them exploded. Blake was standing closer to it, so the volley of bricks and mortar that would have reduced him to a lemon-flavored paste (he assumed his paste would be lemon flavored) was blocked by the Faunus' full aura.
"I see you, Jaune Arc!" Roman's voice thundered. "There's nowhere left to run! I'm going to make you pay for what you did to my handsome face!"
The paladin was now moving of its own accord, and the hatch at the top was closed. Roman had walked it right through the wall of the building, tearing through the structure like it was made of sugarcubes. The guns on each arm were beginning to whir to life, and all seven million of them were locked straight on Jaune and Blake.
Blake drew her weapon and stepped towards Torchwick. "Ruby and the others will be here in –"
"No," said Jaune, holding out an arm to stop her.
"What?"
"This is my fight," he said. "It's me Roman's after. I'll handle this."
"Jaune, I'm sure you a capable huntsman, but that robot has to be –"
"Blake." Jaune turned to look at her. "I'll take care of this."
If anything can force me to self-unlock my aura, fighting a trained murderer in a super-powered enhanced mech-suit ought to do it.
Jaune knew it sounded suicidal, but he was actually doing it so that he would survive. Whether or not he chose to fight it, the paladin was right there, and there was no way that he would be able to run and hide from a machine that size. A fight was inevitable, and without aura, he was about as useful as a barbecue grill at a vegan convention. If he wasn't able to push himself to unlock his aura here and now, he was sure to die. If he could self-unlock, though, it was maybe just possible that he would be able to stand a chance against Roman, or at least survive until Team RWBY arrived.
"You don't have a sword! Or your armor! At least call your equipment, Jaune!"
Jaune turned and winked at her. "Don't need it. Port said it best – righteousness will be my sword, and justice my armor."
Also, I didn't pack my scroll. Add that to the long list of regrets they'll put on my tombstone when Roman shoots an RPG up my rectal cavity and toasts my organs from the inside out.
"I…Jaune, I…I'm sorry," said Blake. She looked away in shame. "I never should have doubted you. You really are the hero everyone says you are. I can't believe I was too blind to see it."
"It's fine, Blake. Now go," said Jaune, waving her away with a brush of his hand. "I'll call when I need you."
It might have been useful to have Blake as a buffer between him and Roman, but that safety net would have inhibited Jaune from feeling the maximum fear for his life, and it wasn't like she could do anything when Roman aimed his machine guns at Jaune. If the numerous other life-threatening situations Jaune had put himself into were any indication, Jaune would need to be more scared than ever to self-unlock. It was all or nothing, aura or bust, and Jaune's best shot was to do it alone.
"Time to die, huntsman!" The guns of the machine were now powered up and rotating at full speed. "I'm gonna make you scream!"
"Good luck," said the black-haired girl, before disappearing with a shadow clone.
The machine's arms stuck out, aiming their arsenal of weapons of mass destruction at him. Jaune inhaled deeply.
"I'm gonna need it," said Jaune.
tl;dr Jaunes Bond
Omake
White Fang Guard #1: Sure was weird that I had to feel that guy's crotch. Hey, wasn't he the famous huntsman of Beacon who caused most of our forces to defect? That Citron Champion fellow?
White Fang Guard #2: Frank, this is the third time this week you've thought that the groin you fondled belongs to a famous person going incognito.
White Fang Guard #1: Okay, the first time was a fluke, but that second dude really was Spruce Willis, I swear!
Next Chapter: It Matters Now What Happens
In which Jaune Arc faces down Roman Torchwick's paladin and shows the world just what he's made of.
Authors' Notes
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Oh, what's that? It's the NEW STORY ALARM!
That's right, my fifth story, titled The Murderess and Her Brain will be dropping on this Thursday! Join Neopolitan the murderess and Ozpin her brain friend as they forge a weak alliance in the name of avenging Roman and Beacon while navigating their own distrust of one another. Laughs, cries, fights, and plenty of excitement abound, in...THE MURDERESS AND HER BRAIN!
I told you his penis would come up.
...okay, poor choice of words, I admit.
Jaune's really gotten into it this time. Yes, he's making stupid mistakes that are clearly the wrong choices, but I like to think that they're realistic mistakes that a desperate someone who's life is in danger would make.
Ren's not necessarily a bad person. He's just a bad match for Nora here (plus a bit of a bad friend to Jaune). Opposites may attract, but they need to have some common ground, or the relationship would never work.
Up next is a duel between titans. The Citron Champion goes up against Torchwick of the Paladin Clan solo. Truly an epic battle for the ages. Trigger warning: beware of overexposure to the epicness that follows...
Happy rats, and don't do crime!