Billy: Alright, well rested and fresher than ever
Anon: Let's finish this and if it's a little short, we'd either end it at just that or maybe add in the Pyrrha trailer. Maybe a music world? You'll know soon enough, ladies and gents
Disclaimer: Billy and Anon do not own RWBY. RWBY is a property of RoosterTeeth and Monty Oum (RIP), and Moriarty the Patriot belongs to both Ryōsuke Takeuchi and Hikaru Miyoshi. Please support the official releases.
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Picking things up from before, Jaune successfully came out with a full recovery and who am I kidding, the poor boy needed a slap or two from Anon.
But anyways, after some apologies from Pyrrha, the twins resumed the viewing.
"My name is Jaune James Moriarty." Jaune introduced.
"Can I help you with anything?" Argleton asked.
"No, nothing in particular..." Jaune replied, taking a seat across from him.
"It's just that you looked somewhat bored, so I figured you might need someone to talk to."
"Not really, I..." The earl was about to dismiss him, only for Jaune to cut him off.
"You ordered your clothes from Eden's store, right?" At that, the earl paused.
"And also, your ring..." Jaune continued. "The pedestal is a bit more elaborate, but I think it's made at Goldstein's Jewellery Store."
Despite that, Argleton kept his cool. "You have a sharp eye, you're almost a detective."
"Allow me to take more guesses." Jaune suggested as he made his observations.
"The watch you're wearing right now was made at the Earl Master Watch Store, am I right?"
"Well, well." The earl said as he was impressed, looking at his watch. "How do you know where my pocket watch was made at without even taking a look?"
Jaune ignored the question as he continued. "Your hat was made by the Morgan Brothers Company. The horse you own is entrusted to the Shannon Stable."
At the mention of the horse he owned, Argleton's eyes widened.
"Also, you're a bit interested in the sound of concertina." Jaune looked out the window, precisely at the spot where a boy played his instrument.
"Busted!" Sun cheered.
"You do know Jaune's the villain in this, right?" Blake raised an eyebrow, which made the monkey faunus scratch his head.
"Yeah, it's sorta confusing whether to cheer for Jaune or not." Ruby said, tilting her head.
"Whatever that dolt is about to do, it won't be pretty." Weiss crossed her arms.
As the earl tensed, Jaune then asked. "As for meat, you like that of immature rabbits, right?"
"Those that are tender and haven't fully grown yet, which are so fresh that blood would drip from them, you'd take your time to enjoy them." As Jaune finished, Argleton tensed even more.
Despite the strange analogy to young rabbits, it was clear what Jaune meant to say.
"Bastard's totally busted, that's for sure." Qrow frowned, even Winter had to agree.
"And one more thing." Jaune added. "You're not too good at playing cards."
The earl looked in confusion at Jaune, who wore a smug look on his face as the blonde said. "Your thoughts are written all over your face."
Argleton the ever weird bastard, scowled at the indirect insult and took his leave. "Excuse me, I just remembered that I have to do something."
But strangely or not strangely, depending on how one looks at it, Jaune didn't move to stop the retreating earl and stayed put, a cold look gracing his features yet a knowing glint in his eye.
"Fearless Leader, he's getting away, stop him!" Nora urged, pointing at Argleton on screen.
"Something tells me that my other has something planned for the unfortunate earl." Jaune said cooly, his hands clasping as his face matched his on-screen self.
"That, I can agree on, Mr. Arc." Ozpin concurred, himself knowing the look in the alternate version of his student's eye.
"Sis, Jaune's acting very creepy again." Ruby whispered.
"I know, it's hot." Yang simply said, which mortified Ruby to no end.
The scene changed as Jaune was seen walking towards his destination, which wasn't his mansion, but rather an alley, as the back of someone was seen following the blonde.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Sun asked nervously, he knew that alleyways weren't the safest places to be at.
"Putting himself in danger, is what he's doing." Weiss frowned and Pyrrha was inclined to agree.
"I think he may be doing it on purpose, sister." Winter retorted.
Weiss was confused when the older Schnee pointed at the screen.
As Jaune entered the alleyway, the man who followed peeked and saw that Jaune was no where to be found. He ran down the alley, searching for the blonde nobleman when the sound of a cane striking ground was heard.
Turning, he saw that Jaune appeared right behind him for reasons that this fucking narrator doesn't even know.
"Jaune-Jaune can do magic?!" Nora gasped.
"I'm... not even sure how I did that." Jaune's eyes widened. Ah, the magic of Anime, it gets weird but it can get very hot in a split second, Food Wars is a main culprit of this shit.
"Whatever it is, Mr. Arc knew he was followed and lured him into a corner." Ironwood deduced.
"Follow him and find out more about his identity, or kill him fast. Which one did he tell you to do?" Jaune asked the man, who simply grunted.
"It looks like you've gotten used to violence, but you should use your head more." Jaune guessed. "What you're doing now is completely different from seizing defenseless kids, you know?"
The man gasped in shock.
"Just like your owner," Jaune said. "It looks like you're not good at playing cards either."
"So he collects the kids while that earl guy does the dirty work?" Qrow scowled. "Tch, would almost feel bad for him, working for a slimy bastard."
Enraged, the henchman moved towards Jaune, only for Whitely to drop down and level a knife against the burly man's neck.
"I have a lot to ask you." Jaune told the henchman. "I'd like you to come with me."
Both Schnee sisters were surprised at the alternate version of their brother, who was by no means a fighter, wielding a knife with the intent to kill at Jaune's command.
"I'm surprised the littlest of the Schnees could be quite a killer." Qrow grinned teasingly at Winter. "You sure this ain't the scraggly kid brother of yours you told me about?"
Winter would glare but instead simply responded. "I am not sure if Father would even approve, but then again Whitely would've been training in secret."
"That would be very unlikely." Weiss deadpanned. "Whitely can't even stand blood, let alone killing someone."
Back at Eden's Tailor Shop, a boy was arranging rolls of cloth when someone entered.
"Welcome..." The boy was about to greet, only to be surprised at the sight of Oscar, who tipped his hat as always.
"Lord Oscar."
"Is Eden here?" Oscar asked, walking up to the lad.
"The boss is inside..." The boy replied, just as a door opened and Eden walked in.
"Lord Oscar." The tailor addressed. "It's quite late now, what may I do for you?"
"I became close with a lady and invited her to dinner, so I'd like to order something fancy." Oscar said.
Eyes were on Oscar, and most of them were teasing ones.
"Real classy there, farm boy." Yang started.
"Eh, sure it was." Qrow shrugged then grinned as he pointed at himself. "But you gotta learn from the best, you see."
And Winter bonked the drunk's head, no surprise.
"Hey, you gotta spill the deets, man." Sun teased, his team, along with Ren and Jaune creepily chuckling in mischief.
"Guys..." Ruby pouted, which ceased all teasing amazingly.
Oscar sighed in relief, as he thanked the reaper.
"It's nothing, really." Ruby waved off with a faint blush. "I get what's it like being teased, is all." She awkwardly chuckled.
"I'm afraid my order would be quite complicated." Oscar worded strangely.
"Understood. In that case, shall we talk about it inside?" Eden suggested, gesturing the young earl inside as he turned to his assistant. "You can leave now."
"Okay." The boy said, taking his leave.
"So it's not the kid getting a date, more an excuse for him to talk to the Tailor guy about something." Taiyang guessed.
"Probably about Roddy." Summer added.
In the foggy streets of London, Jaune drove a carriage down the street as the scene change to a view of a crypt in a cemetery.
Inside, a bag was removed from a tied and gagged Argleton's head as he saw his captor, none other than Jaune Moriarty.
"So this is the part where I kill him?" Jaune gravely asked, not particularly fond of killing something that isn't a Creature of Grimm, regardless of who his on-screen self is killing.
"I think you forgot the part where Oscar said something about that Tailor dude taking revenge or something." Sun said.
"Mr. Wukong would be right." Ozpin pushed his glasses. "I may speculate that your alternate self would give Mr. Eden "a chance for revenge" so to speak."
"Earl Argleton." Jaune began cooly. "Please pardon me for my somewhat violent behavior in bringing you here."
"However, there's someone who really wants to meet you alone..." The blonde stepped aside as Eden stepped in, taking off his hat as he greeted the Earl with a cold look.
"Long time no see, Mr. Earl."
Argleton tensed up, staring into the cold hard eyes of Eden.
"Can't say I blame the guy for being scary and all." Nora gulped.
You're telling me, kid. Qrow thought, not beginning to imagine what Taiyang would be like if one of his daughters were to, Gods forbid, die at someone's hands.
He shook and was about to take a swig from his flask, only for Summer to shoot him a glare. Sighing, Qrow simply asked for a glass of cold water.
In a flashback, Eden sat across from Jaune in the manor, reluctantly asking.
"Would you really allow me to fulfill my wish, Lord Jaune?"
"Mr. Eden." Jaune responded. "Unfortunately, what you're about to do is categorized as crime in this distorted world."
"Even so, are you sure you're not changing your mind?" Jaune asked.
"Distorted?" Jaune shockingly muttered, as Pyrrha looked on in concern.
Blake could only look down, ashamed as she too shared the on-screen blonde's view of the world once during her days in the White Fang.
Eden thought for a moment. Of Earl Argleton, his crime against his son, and the thought of poor Roddy at the moment of his death.
After a while, Eden looked up, resolve in his eyes and nodded.
"I understand." Jaune said, as he stood. "Your request is accepted by me, Jaune James Moriarty, the crime consultant."
"A Crime Consultant?" Weiss raised a skeptical brow at the title.
"If any of you know the phrase, 'It takes a thief to catch a thief', then that's exactly what Jaune does." Anon explained.
"A criminal mastermind who uses intellect and status to advise others in committing crimes themselves." Ironwood frowned at the implication of such a dangerous criminal, nevermind Torchwick or the White Fang, for this was a special breed of criminal.
"I fear that Salem might have a Moriarty-like mastermind in her ranks." Ozpin muttered worriedly but realized as to who the aforementioned mastermind was on-screen.
Perhaps Mr. Arc might have the potential, only that he shall use his intellect for the good of humanity instead of the other way around. Ozpin chuckled, jokingly thinking that he may need some consulting from the blonde knight as well.
Back at the crypt, Eden dropped his hat, pulling out a pair of scissors as the sky thundered on.
"Please do it fast." Jaune advised as he walked out. "I'll only wait until I finish one cigarette."
That left Eden and Argleton as the latter's muffled screams were only heard as the screen blacked out, only to cut to a view of Jaune lighting a cigarette.
"Guess that's one job done." Jaune said nervously, not exactly being comfortable in seeing that his other, while being very intellectual, was also a dangerous criminal.
"Jaune, you shouldn't smoke." Pyrrha shot her partner a light glare.
"What?! That's the other me, I don't smoke! I swear!" Jaune raised his hands placatingly.
"Then cross your heart." Pyrrha jabbed the blonde's chest with one finger as she pouted. "Cross it, cross your heart!"
Jaune did as asked, crossing his heart and raising one hand. The banter was definitely not ignored as some of the duo's friends watched with amusement.
"Something tells me that Jaune doesn't need your advise, buddy." Sun chuckled but Neptune wasn't having any of it.
"Maybe not, but that's not stopping me from helping him." Neptune said resolutely.
"Hey, not trying to stop you man." Sun patted his partner.
After some time, Jaune heard the tolling of bells and stomped on his cigarette as Eden stepped out, blood driping from his scissors and hands as well as some on his face.
"Mr. Eden." Jaune walked up to the tailor and handed him a napkin. "Now, let's return."
Jaune then walked to the crypt, inspecting the work done by Eden and proceeded to close the doors of the crypt, thereby closing the door on the case of Earl 'Child Predator' Argleton.
(Not a canon nickname but fuck it, Argleton earns it on my book)
The next day, Oscar saw from his carriage, Eden working on his tailor shop with a smile on his face.
Oscar smiled, seeing that Eden finally had some closure.
With that the viewing was done.
"So." Billy stepped down from his floating Director's Chair and stood before the audience.
"How's that little taste of some Jaune Moriarty?" Billy asked.
"While I don't approve of the apparent vigilantism shown in the viewing, it gave us some insight into a criminal's mind." Ironwood commented, he may perhaps stoop to going to a 'crime consultant' in order to catch Roman Torchwick and whoever would dare ruin the Vytal Festival and cause the rather obvious yet ambiguous 'Fall of Beacon' event.
"The General meant no offense, of course." Penny quickly piped as soon as she saw the frown on Pyrrha's face.
"It's fine, no harm done." Jaune rubbed his neck awkwardly.
"So what's next?" Ruby asked, eager to see more worlds and potentially fix their own.
"Let me see..." Billy pulled out a scroll (a literal one) from... somewhere, and proceeded to read through, as the scroll rolled to reveal its long ass length.
"D-don't tell me we're watching that many worlds!" Oscar said worriedly.
"Relax, Mr. Pine." Anon said. "My brother keeps a lot of shit on that scroll of his, and the list of worlds we're gonna watch are one of many that he keeps."
"How can someone read through all of that?" Scarlet asked.
"We're Authors, reading fast is part of the requirements in order to properly 'write' worlds." Anon shrugged.
Blake wished she could read fast too but decided against it as she would then overlook some... important plot points... on some of her books. Yes, that's most definitely the term.
(PUSSY IN HEAT. I REPEAT. PUSSY. IN. HEAT! It's why Blake is my favorite character. And not because she's a closest perv/horny pussycat with a great ass to boot? The first part, no. The second part, Y E S)
"RIGHT!" Billy tossed the scroll away somewhere as he dusted his hands. "Up next in our intrepid misadventures, features HER!"
Billy pointed at Pyrrha as spotlights were pointed at the poor redhead.
"...Eh?"
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Billy: Well, from the amount of reactions here, I'd say 2k words or so of content is good enough for me
Anon: I guess, but yes I think this is a great time to leave it at that
Billy: Indeed. And coming up, we have Pyrrha's trailer and possibly either another idea from the List or another request that catches our eye.
Anon: And yes, that's how we do things. We nitpick. Sorry but we're trying to explore some stuff and ideas that most authors haven't done before and we're trying to have SOME level of quality so it won't be A. Repetitive (Yes, we heard you, you know who you are and we are trying to steer clear of MOST mainstream stuff i.e Halo, most of COD, etc.)
Billy: And B. That it won't feel boring and have this be another Reaction Fic, because to be honest, we like the styles of writers like KingMac11 and 12interestingname34 (To name a few, I forgot others but most of them are awesome, especially these two that I mentioned, FOLLOW AND FAVORITE THEM PLEASE, THEY'RE MORE INTERESTING THAN US BOZZOS)
Anon: Exactly, in fact this style of Author's Notes is inspired by KingMac and maybe this whole Theater/timeline thing is somewhat inspired by 12interestingname34's Chronicle Theater.
Billy: We want something more than just your average Reaction Fic, we want a plot behind every intermission or behind some chapters and a good reason why these idiots from Remnant want to stay in the Theater other than "taking a break" or that "[Host's name here] is bored" (Not that I have a problem with plots like that, I don't hate, please don't kill me)
Anon: Plus, we want some shipping
Billy: And once again, we're NOT going for the "Arc Harem" Route, because we're trying to do a "fix the timeline" plot so making every girl and their mother (in the most literal fucking sense in SOME cases) hot in the collar (and in between their legs) for one Jaune Arc with a density of a Neutron Star won't cut it. Plus Pyrrha needs the D in D'Arc, and according to our lore, SHE AIN'T OPEN TO NEGOTIATIONS FOR "SHARING" so leave us alone, Tortilla of the most Terracotta (We don't hate you but we're just letting you know, good vibes all around)
Anon: Yeah, this is definitely a crack fic but no harems here and we got a cohesive enough plot for some crack to simply be "comedic effect" so it's not complete nonsense (We're doing our best to correct previous mistakes in supplying too much crack in every chapter, and we've dialed it down until it's just enough)
Billy: And yeah, that's it. That's how we do things and we hope it answers some untold questions and concerns, and we hope you guys won't be too butt hurt about it, we have seen some suggestions and we are adding them to the List for future chapter ideas (Please, don't hate us, we're tryna be somewhat unique (TT) ), but as for our upload schedule?
Anon: School and part-time job, that's it. That and my novel that I'm working on, with Billy's help. So anyways, how today's chapter? As always, remember to Read and Review
Billy: FAVORITE AND FOLLOW
Anon: Stay Cool and Anonymous
Billy: AND STAY BOMBASTIC!