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Chapter 44

Attend meeting. Play music. Get paid.

It was a simple three-part process that Jaune believe, perhaps naively, couldn't really go wrong. This was Menagerie, the home of the White Fang, so it wasn't like terrorists could come and interrupt it, and Atlas certainly weren't going to care to come all this way either.

The island was small enough that most Grimm were in the sea and therefore unable to come onto land, and he was here at the invitation of both parties – who were, for the most part, on decent terms with one another.

Oh, Kali and Ghira held a lot of bitterness toward Sienna, the reasons for which were very understandable. One didn't take your peaceful protest, turn it terrorist, recruit your daughter and then lose her in another country without earning a little flak. Still, and despite all that, they were able to put aside their emotions to talk like adults and discuss budgetary issues for Kuo Kuana, all while Jaune played soothing music off to the side.

The guards seemed to enjoy it, nodding their heads along with favoured melodies. Sienna and Kali had more than once been about to start shouting at one another but would then pause, look his way, and calm down. He wasn't sure if that was his music doing it or them not wanting to look bad in front of him, but he'd take it – and everyone seemed rather chill about his presence.

Which ought to have been the first warning sign, really…

Ilia practically kicking down the door served as the second.

"Ilia!" Sienna scolded. "We're in an important meeting. I'm sorry, Ghira and Kali. I assure you this wasn't planned—"

"THERE'S A CIVIL WAR!" Ilia howled.

That brought everyone up short.

"In Atlas…?" asked Sienna, a little hopefully.

"NO! HERE!"

"Here!? Nonsense," Ghira snapped. "Why would we have a civil war? Who would even be rising up, and against whom?" He glared at Sienna. "You—"

"—have nothing to do with this!" Sienna snapped back. "Ilia, calm down. Speak. Tell us what you mean. Who is fighting who? The White Fang would never attack Kuo Kuana. It would serve us no purpose."

"It's the religious nuts!" Ilia wailed.

Sienna swore. "Fucking Albain! Shut up, Yuma," she snapped at one of the guards, who had yet to say a word. "If I so much as hear you whisper I told you so then I will launch you at them myself. Ilia, are you saying the last remaining Albain is waging war on us? Why? How? And with what possible hopes of success? He has fanatical civilians at best. What does he hope to achieve against us?"

"Last remaining Albain…?" Ghira asked. "What happened to the other?"

"Eaten by sharks."

Jaune winced, somehow knowing that was his fault. No one noticed, however, much too focused on the actual danger. Kali was at the window looking out, and she leaned back a moment later. "There are fires!" she gasped. "Kuo Kuana is burning! What do they want? Why now?"

"They want him dead!"

Ilia pointed at him. Jaune groaned as all eyes turned his way. Yep. It was his fault.

Go figure.

"Ridiculous! Does their hatred run so deep that they'd go crazy at the mere presence of a human on the island? This is monstrous!" Ghira glared at Sienna, as if daring her to suggest they hand Jaune over. "And what does the White Fang have to say about this?"

"Those who would harm Menagerie and our fellow faunus are traitors," Sienna said, calmly. "We will dismantle this uprising immediately. Ilia, where are they? Are they rioting or have our people already moved to intercept them?"

"Last I saw, they were marching on the Belladonna manor."

Ghira and Kali exchanged glances but ultimately didn't look too worried. They were here after all, and any belongings damaged could be replaced. It was more important that no one die. Jaune was even more grateful for Sienna hiring him for this.

"That's a relief," she said. "We'll corner them there and deal with this nonsense before it gets any worse. Ghira, Kali, I promise you they will be brought to justice. The White Fang will, of course, help repair your home if it's been damaged."

"I'll go with them," Ghira said. "I can calm down the locals. Kali will stay here."

"I suppose I'll have to," she said. "You will look after him, Sienna."

"Of course." The tiger faunus inclined her head. "It would be a black mark on our record if anything happened to him. Yuma, with me. Ilia, protect Mrs Belladonna and the human. Best we not bring him along if we hope to calm them down. Ghira, Ilia will do a fine job defending your wife. Blake would hate her forever otherwise."

Ilia blushed and grumbled something about that being rude, even as Ghira chuckled and told Sienna to lead the way. They left with the guards, leaving Jaune in the company of Kali and Ilia.

"Jaune, dear," Kali said. "This is all a little tense. Would you mind playing some more for us?"

If it gave him something to do, he was all for it. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Jaune pushed out thoughts of the chaos outside and began to play. The simple action of focusing on the music helped him slip into a focused zone.

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Ghira was suspicious of Sienna for obvious reasons, but it didn't make sense for this to be an attempt on their lives. First of all, she had them in an office with her if she wanted to, and secondly this was too public and too chaotic. The people would never forgive her starting a riot like this. Buildings were burning.

But it was the shock on the faces of the White Fang which sold it.

"Ma'am," one said, saluting. The poor young man looked terribly mucky, covered with soot. "We've done our best to fight the fires and pull people out the wreckage. They started them as they went – it's chaos."

Sienna growled angrily. "Where are they now?"

"Holed up in the Belladonna manor, ma'am." He glanced at Ghira. "And sir. They're demanding to speak with the Belladonnas. We've made attempts to arrest them but… well…"

"But what? What's holding you back?"

"They have hostages."

Sienna recoiled. "WHAT!? Who?"

"In some cases, their own children. They're crazies, ma'am. They're shouting about how it'd be kinder to kill their own children than let them be eaten by fish monsters or something."

Ghira stared. It was hard to think this was still Sienna's work when she looked so utterly confused. Not to mention the sheer absurdity of it all. "I thought this was about the human," she said. "Isn't he the cause…?"

"Ma'am, I don't even know anymore. We asked them if it's about the human and they're saying he isn't human. They say he's a devil or a fish-person or a Grimm in human disguise. They're off their rockers but they still have hostages. Children at that. We can't act with that in mind – not to mention there's a crowd that's gathered. They'll see anything we do."

Ghira chose to ignore the suggestion that optics was the most worrying problem for them and attributed it to the young man being stressed. "I'm here now," he said, his voice a low rumble. "They want to speak to me, let them speak."

"I'm coming with," Sienna demanded. "I'll have my answers from Fennec!"

The White Fang member saluted and led them through the crowd. Other members of the terrorist cell were holding people back, afraid of a single moment of chaos provoking one of the people to execute someone, or to kill themselves. Ghira had dealt with a lot of nightmarish stuff in his time, but never anything like this. Not on their home turf.

Seeing people linking hands to form a barrier in front of his own home was bad enough, but behind that chain of fanatical faunus stood women holding babies, and men gripping the shoulders of terrified children slightly older. Ghira recognised many, and realised they were their own children.

"Disgusting!" he boomed, drawing every eye to him. He'd become the original White Fang's leader for a reason, and much of it was down to his commanding voice, so perfect for rallies. "I see you there! Margaret, Todd, Harris, Lacey. Those are your own children! What drives you to such mad cruelty!?" They trembled under his gaze. "Well? Answer me! You have a duty to protect your children! Not harm them!"

"W—We are protecting them!" Todd shouted, his voice shaking. "Protecting them where you won't!"

"Oh, please," Ghira interrupted, before they could win any praise. "Protecting them from a single human and his guitar? Is that what you're saying? He's but one man – one human who has kept out everyone's way."

"NOT TRUE!" screamed Margaret, wielding her baby in one hand and a kitchen knife in her other. "You've had him in schools poisoning the minds of our children! All to bring them around to worshipping his sick gods!"

The crowd shifted. Jaune's tours around the schools hadn't been popular with many of them – barely any, in fact. Even those who didn't hate humans simply accepted it as an "okay" thing, and didn't really like it. Those against despised it. Even so, there was a chasm of difference between disliking something and threatening to kill a baby over it, and these people found barren soil among the audience. A few booed and others hurled abuse.

"You don't understand!" she shouted. "He's going to sacrifice our babies! He'll feed them to sea monsters!" She waved the knife, and everyone's hearts froze. "Better to spare our children the pain ourselves than let Menagerie fall beneath the sea!"

Such nonsense. Utter nonsense.

And yet, did it matter…? They had hostages, and reason wasn't going to win them over.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"Bring the human to us! Bring him here and kill him! Kill him and let us see the colour of his blood!"

"Not happening," Ghira whispered to Sienna.

Nodding, she stepped up. "Enough of this!" she shouted. "Where is Fennec? Bring that pathetic coward out here so I can speak with him!"

The woman smiled cruelly.

"Fennec isn't here."

Ghira's eyes widened. There was no moment of surprise, for the answer to where Fennec was stood as so immediately obvious that his first reaction was to feel his heart leap to his throat. Sienna's first instinct was to spin on her heel and bark orders.

"Adam!" she roared. "Take your best and secure the meeting hall! Protect Kali with your life! Kill Fennec if you see him! Kill anyone you have to!"

"On it."

The redhead who Ghira had always hated for leading Blake astray nodded and sprinted away, taking with him ten hardened faunus. Ghira wanted to chase after them, but he knew how that would end. They had summoned him here to remove him and Sienna from Jaune's side and create an opening, and if he tried to follow, the children would assuredly die.

Please be safe, he thought, and turned back to the crazed fools and the innocent children.

"Let's talk…"

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"They'll be okay, ma'am. Don't worry."

"Hmmm…"

It seemed to Jaune that Kali was the one least worried in the room, and that Ilia was saying it to try and calm herself down. The younger faunus had been pacing about the room from window to door and back again ever since Sienna and Ghira left, while Kali was content to sit with her hands in her lap and listen to Jaune's music.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, but how else was he meant to feel? According to Ilia, these religious nutjobs wanted him dead – and given the clues about one of them dying to a shark, he had a feeling he knew why.

"Wait, I see some people coming!" Ilia said, placing her face against the class.

"Is it my husband?"

Ilia lurched back a second before a brick smashed into and through the window. It was followed by a bottle with a flaming rag in it, that splashed on the floor and made a small and rather impotent puddle of flaming liquid. It wouldn't have been hot enough to cook toast, and soon petered out.

Not that it mattered.

"I'm going to take that as a no," Kali said, slowly standing. "Oh dear. It seems this was a ruse to lead them away so they could get to us."

"To him," Ilia said.

"To us," Kali stressed, "Seeing as how we are not leaving Jaune to suffer at their hands."

"But—"

"I am not leaving him. You are free to abandon us if you wish, Ilia. I'm sure my daughter would understand."

Ilia groaned. "You all suck. Fine. But there are too many to fight."

"And I can't fight," Jaune pointed out.

"Exactly. We're going to have to make a break for it." Ilia was already on her way to the door. "Come on! Hurry. They'll try and encircle the camp but if we're quick then we can slip out the back." Kali and Jaune chased after her, though Ilia paused to say, "Are you seriously bringing your guitar with you? Just leave it."

"Not a chance."

"Ugh. Your funeral."

Hurrying down the staircase, they quickly spotted two faunus trying to barricade a door to keep the mob out. The windows on the door were smashed and hands were reaching in what looked like a scene out of a zombie movie. Ilia dragged them the opposite way, rushing ahead to shoulder open a back door. The area they'd met in was deep in Kuo Kuana, a neutral ground between the Belladonna manor and the White Fang camp. That meant it would take time for any help to reach them from the White Fang.

"We'll head to the camps!" Ilia said, jogging ahead but keeping her pace slow enough for the two civilians to keep up. "I know you have your issues with them, Kali, but we'll be safer surrounded by capable fighters—"

They rounded a corner only to run into a pack of faunus wielding homemade weapons. Jaune highly doubted they were White Fang. Ilia pushed them back behind the corner of the building before they were spotted.

"Shit!" she cursed. "How did—? Ugh. Of course they'd assume we'd run to the White Fang for help. They've cut us off. Damn it, damn it, damn it." Ilia peered back around the corner. "There are too many for me to fight and protect you two. We're going to have to hide somewhere and let this blow over."

"Our home won't be an option," Kali said. "Where else can we go? We don't know who in the city has been roped into Fennec's nonsense."

"The docks." Ilia sounded despairing as she said it. "We'll head to the waterfront. They'll harbour us."

Ilia probably didn't intend the pun and Jaune wasn't sure now was the time to point it out. They slipped back and around the other side of the building, wincing at the sound of smashing furniture and raised voices inside. The mob had broken in and was searching for them. They'd soon realise they had slipped out and come pouring into the street after them.

"Whatever happens, keep moving," Ilia instructed. "I'll intercept and buy time if needed, but I can't hold them all back. You two need to keep heading toward the docks."

Jaune nodded along with Kali. While his Motivational Song could buff Ilia to the point where she could fight two or three times as hard as she could normally, it wouldn't be of any use when there were this many people, and when Ilia wasn't their target. They would tarpit her and run around after him, and he'd be stuck in place performing. His Semblance was of no use here.

Not to help her, anyway. Discordant Note might be able to send some people running – but after seeing what it did to Jax…

Jax was a huntsman and he died. These are civilians. I might give them all heart attacks. Not to mention this is a busy city; there's no telling how many innocent people might overhear me if I played that note. Kali and Ilia, too.

It was better to run than to become a mass murderer.

"There!" a voice above them shouted. A faunus woman was hanging out a window high above and pointing at them. "They're out back!"

Ilia cursed. "Run!"

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All those points dumped into Constitution were finally proving their worth. They had been running as fast as they could for several minutes and as many streets, and Jaune wasn't half as tired as he would have normally been. It made sense since, compared to back in Ansel, he was now several times fitter.

At least in a statistical sense.

It helped that they were running from normal people. The one or two members of the White Fang among them, Ilia had quickly dealt with, and the rest couldn't run any faster than he or Kali. Kali had hiked her skirts up as far as they would go to keep moving.

"Almost – hah! – Almost there!" Kali panted. Ahead of them, the buildings were getting sparser, and the open ocean could be seen. "I hope – huff – Ilia has a plan for this!"

"I think I know what it is," Jaune said, resisting the urge to groan. "At least, I think I know why she's so sure we'll find help there."

They broke off the main road and onto unmarked concrete at the harbour where vehicles would pull up to collect the morning catch. It was later in the day, meaning people were busy stocking their vessels and negotiating shipments. That didn't stop when the three of them ran in, but it certainly did when the horde of enraged fanatics came screaming and howling, threatening death and vengeance and divine justice. The various sailors and captains stopped to stare, as stunned as anyone would be at such a sight.

That was when Ilia yelled out, "THEY'RE TRYING TO KILL THE EMISSARY OF THE SEA!"

Jaune winced. That was a title he'd been doing his best to ignore, hoping it'd go away if he just didn't respond to it. Thankfully, Kali was too exhausted from running to question it. Ilia kept shouting it over and over, and soon the news spread.

"Here!" shouted some sailors. "This way!"

The three of them ran past the sailors, who quickly dragged a long fishing net out onto the road behind them. It was far, far too heavy to throw on their pursuers, all thick knotted rope meant to withstand a tonne or more of wriggling fish. What it did was form a tripping hazard, forcing the horde to slow down or, in some cases, get tangled and trip entirely.

Still running, Jaune saw a crane rise overhead with a huge net bulging with fish inside it – being lifted off a ship. The faunus operating the crane snarled and hit the button over their heads, but gravity and fall time meant it crashed down behind them, spilling thousands of slippery and wriggling fish over the road, right into the path of their pursuers.

Tripping and stumbling, many were brought low – though Jaune wished Speak With Animals wasn't a thing at that moment, because he got to listen to the fish choking, gasping and crying out in pain as they were stamped on and drowned on air.

"Why?" Kali gasped. "Why are they helping us?"

"It's religious crazy on religious crazy," Ilia said, with a grim little smile. "They'll buy us time but that's it. We need to get back to Sienna and the others, or Adam. Anyone who can keep these nutjobs off us."

"Over here!" A faunus was waving from a moored vessel, its engine already running. "We're ready to push off! Come on!"

"To sea…?" Ilia made a split-second decision. "That'll do! We can contact Sienna and tell her we're safe, and sail back once things are clear."

It was a good plan as far as he was concerned. They could stick to the shallows until this was resolved and come back once things were clear. Kali obviously felt the same way because they all rushed onto the ship, which was ready to set sail. The sailors tossed the ropes overboard and pushed off, and the mob chasing them was bogged down by sailors on the pier. A few missiles were thrown their way, but no one had the strength to make them reach the ship and they splashed harmlessly in the water.

Soon, they were pulling out of the shallows, so far that they could no longer hear the chaos – though they could still see smoke from the fires and feel the overall sense of chaos. Hopefully, now that he was away from it, they would be forced to surrender and calm down. Ilia collapsed on her butt and let out a long groan.

"Lucky! We got so lucky!"

"Yes," Jaune said, leaning on the edge of the ship. "I guess we did. Thanks for saving us, Ilia."

"Don't mention it." Ilia paused. "Unless it's to Blake, then do mention it."

Kali giggled hysterically. "I'll be sure to talk up your heroism, dear. Just let me get my heart under control and—"

Slow applause came from the captain's cabin. Slow and mocking. Jaune turned to stare at the captain, a man in a big, bulky sea coat and hood. He pulled it off, revealing someone that Jaune… absolutely did not recognise.

"Uh. Who are you…?"

The clapping faunus had the smug smirk wiped from his face. "You! You don't recognise me—!?"

"I don't think I've ever met you."

The faunus' mouth opened to scream.

And then he paused.

"Actually," he admitted, "You haven't. But that doesn't matter!" he shouted, anger back in place. "I am Fennec Albain! I am the one who protects the souls of the good faunus of Menagerie. I am brother to Corsac, who you cruelly slew!"

Ilia was on her feet and lashing out with her whip. Fennec shrieked as it caught his side, but Ilia was quickly dogpiled by two faunus with masks. The White Fang slammed her face down on the deck, and soon a bunch of weapons were being pointed at him and Kali. Fennec, rubbing his face where Ilia had scored a solid blow, sneered.

"Worthless traitors," he hissed.

"You're the traitors!" Ilia snapped back. "When Sienna finds out about this, you'll all be killed!"

"Then we'll become martyrs. A worthy cause to die for, protecting future generations from this abomination. Not even human – no, human would be better! This creature from the depths who slaughtered my brother!"

Jaune backed away, to the edge of the ship. A quick plunge into the water would, ironically, be the safest bet for him. "I never even met your brother."

"No further!" Fennec snapped. "Jump and we'll shoot Mrs Belladonna dead. And this ship is rigged with depth charges as well." He chuckled and patted his hand on a barrel balanced on the edge. "Did you think we wouldn't be prepared for you and your eldritch powers? Do you think my being here some convenient accident?"

Fennec laughed.

"We knew you'd run here, to the ocean, where you'd be safe. All we had to do was cut off your route to the White Fang and prepare ahead of time. Naturally, you'd board the first ship that made itself available, so sure that you'd be safe once you were in your domain."

He wasn't wrong. He was about a lot of things, Jaune's eldritch nature among them, but he'd called their actions perfectly. If they hadn't been in such a panic, they probably should have seen this coming. The whole reason these crazies thought he was some sea deity was because of what he'd done with the fish, so obviously they'd assume this to be his first route of escape. Commandeering a ship and disguising themselves as the crew had made for a good trap, and one they'd sprung all too easily.

Could I survive if I took to the water? All it'd take is them shooting down into it and I'd be killed, and I've no idea how depth charges work but I kind of doubt I can take an explosion to the face and come out okay.

This was bad. Very bad.

"Okay," Jaune said. "You want me to leave Menagerie, right? I'll do that. Just let Kali and Ilia go, and I'll be on the first ship off the island. You'll never see or hear from me again."

Fennec's angry laugh made his thoughts on that clear.

"No. You come here, you corrupt our children, you lead good faunus astray, and you kill my brother." His voice cracked. "You do all that and then you think you can just walk away in peace? No! Never!" Fennec wrenched a gun from the hands of a nearby faunus and stalked forward. "I'll put an end to you myself," he hissed. "No matter what it costs, no matter what is done to me, I shall rid the world of your evil!"

Jaune swallowed. He hadn't thought it would be that easy.

His fingers touched the strings. Even if Discordant Note killed, it would only be the people on this vessel. He hoped Ilia and Kali would live, but he couldn't aim it at just Fennec either, because there were other faunus were with weapons pointed at him. They'd all open fire if Fennec dropped dead.

But better he attempt it than die.

Jaune's finger touched the string.

"—and better yet, this will be streamed and played to everyone on Menagerie!" Fennec said, silencing Jaune's first note. He pointed to a camera held by a faunus, one Jaune hadn't noticed. "Even now, our people have taken over the island's radios and television stations. We're live, ladies and gentlemen, and the people of Menagerie will soon see you for the evil creature you are!"

No…

How could he play a Discordant Note when potentially tens of thousands of people were listening in? His time as Guitar Cutie had already shown his Semblance could influence people from a recording, so it would do the exact same played over radio and television. Every faunus within hearing distance of an electronic device would take the full brunt of it.

Elderly and weak faunus, and young children as well, suddenly snuffed out by a burst of concentrated terror played by his hands. The death toll would be high no matter what he did. Other than if he aimed it only at Fennec, at which point the other faunus would gun him down.

Jaune glanced back over the water. He could call for help but Fennec knew about it. Ironically enough, Fennec had correctly guessed at his ability to speak to animals – though he assumed it only fish. It wouldn't matter. If he shouted for help, Fennec would assume he was summoning sharks and whales (not entirely untrue) and would order his people to shoot him dead.

That left his new skill…

Jaune licked his lips. "Evil creature?" he said. "That's rich coming from a man who has abused his position to harm his own flock – and for what? Because of vengeance. You've led your people to ruin." Jaune delivered the hammer blow. "Corsac would weep to see you."

Fennec sucked in a breath and shivered. The Vicious Mockery had obviously hit its mark, that much was obvious, but it only struck at aura. The skill's description made it clear of that, and even if Fennec's aura was diminished, that didn't mean much when Ilia was the only one who could take advantage of it, and she was pinned down.

All he'd done was antagonise the dangerous faunus.

The gun came up and pointed at Jaune's face. No amount of Constitution would save him from a bullet between his eyes with his aura not yet unlocked.

"Any last words?"

Jaune's fingers trembled. Only one idea remained.

"A—A request…"

Fennec sneered. "Go on."

"May I… May I play a song? A last long, before I go…"

It looked for a moment like his answer might be a sudden blast of white light and then nothing more. Fennec's finger tensed around the trigger, and the man trembled. "Fine," he spat. "Far be it for me to refuse it. But if I so much as see a single creature of the sea, I'm kill you where you stand."

Shaking, Jaune nodded, and slowly let his hand fall to his strings. Discordant Note was out. It would kill too many and wouldn't save him at all. Even if he killed these people and only a few on Menagerie, it wasn't like people wouldn't put together what happened. He'd be tried and executed as the one responsible for so much death.

That only left one song left – Motivational Song – the skill that had catapulted his female persona to fame. But what song? What kind of song? He had one chance, less if Fennec got suspicious and decided to shoot first.

There were songs dedicated to peace – anti-war songs – but he wasn't sure those would inspire Fennec to lay down his weapon. They were usually meant more to protest against war, not to convince people to stop. Jaune's eyes flicked to Ilia, wondering if he could somehow boost her enough to escape and save them, but she was pinned down. Even if she suddenly got strong enough to push three men off her, she'd take precious seconds to reach Fennec, and it'd be less than one for Fennec to pull the trigger.

Jaunt's brain lay empty. Like someone put on the spot and asked to come up with a funny joke, he had nothing. Just the mental equivalent of his brain shrugging. He had his permission to play, but he had nothing to play. His attention soon flicked back to Fennec, the furious faunus about to end his life because of the loss of his brother.

So close, he could see the tears in Fennec's eyes.

Bitter, angry, guilty tears. The man knew he was fooling everyone to achieve his vengeance, hence why Jaune pointing it out hadn't swayed him. The man knew what he was doing. He knew he was going to die here, if not to them then to Sienna, and he just wanted to go out taking his brother's killer with him.

The faunus was grieving.

Jaune's fingers played, the first, soft notes strumming out. His Charisma kicked in, his skill – Motivational Song – locking into place and making the music carry, out his guitar, over the boat, and through every speaker on the island.

One chance. One song.

Desperate, and hoping it would somehow add to its effects, Jaune began to sing.

"Fly, broken wings, I know you are still with me..."

Fennec's eyes widened as the sad, mournful chords struck.

"All I need is a nudge to get me started…"

"Corsac..."

"Fly, broken wings, to somewhere we can be free."

Jaune's Semblance flared.

"Closer to our ideal…"

And Menagerie listened.

I'm not going to make a habit of using actual real-world lyrics in this story, but since Jaune needs to make a distinction between himself and Guitar Cutie, the ability to sing (I.e. not being a mute) is important.

Anyway, for those who want to hear the song, it's "Fly, my wings" by Milli and you can find it on youtube easily enough. I love the song lol.

Next Chapter: 20th October

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