King: Alright! A new one out and new world. Let's get this going!

Inspiration: Assassin's Creed

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As the next reality started to form, Oscar turned slightly toward Ozpin. "Um… Can I ask how everyone is so… calm? You know… given the circumstances?"

Ozpin took a sip from his mug. "We don't really have much of a choice. King, the fireball that brought you here, has effectively made it a physical law that we can't fight each other. It's likely also calming our emotions slightly."

Oscar nodded. "I guess that makes sense."

The next world finished loading in and started its journey.

A church bell rang out over the city of Vale. The sun was descending in the distance as night began to encroach on the world.

Jaune's voice filled the silence after the tone, "My father always told me that our place is in the shadows. Our lives were to be lived in darkness."

Nora snickered, "Sounds like another ninja Jaune~"

Yang groaned, "Please… for the love all things good, Blake… Please! Tell me this doesn't happen in one of your books."

Blake shook her head. "The series doesn't take place in a city like Vale."

"Oh, thank gods!"

The screen showed Jaune standing in a black and gold cloak with a hood pulled up over his head. The hood's design was rather different, made to resemble a beak or something similar. Jaune's blue eyes seemed to glow in the darkness beginning to consume the world. He was well equipped, complete with rapier at his side, a crossbow on his back, and a strange apparatus on his left arm. After a moment, the camera zoomed out to reveal Jaune was standing atop one of the taller church buildings in Vale. He was atop the spire and down toward the world below, perched like a gargoyle.

Ilia scoffed, "That's hardly that difficult."

Blake rolled her eyes, "For us, maybe. Consider if anyone else tried that. The amount of balance and personal strength it would take to stay up there like that is actually rather staggering."

Jaune took a breath and stood on the spire. He leaned slightly and kicked off the spire to fall to the world below.

Pyrrha was freaking out, "Jaune! Why on earth would he jump?! What's going on?!"

After a moment, the world began to slow. A hand outstretched. Fingers wrapping around a metal flag pole. Jaune swung up off his course and onto a lower building.

Ilia blinked. "How did he…" She was skilled at parkour, but that was just insane. He jumped off a church spire and just knew about the flag pole, where to be, how to move… Everything was fluid, expert. He was on another level.

Jaune ran along the buildings with a purpose as his voice continued. "I was trained from young age in swordplay and marksmanship. I learned to traverse the city by the rooftops and my reaction time is at peak human ability. Beyond it, really."

Jaune jumped from roof to roof with an almost inhuman level of dexterity.

"Though I guess human is the wrong word for it…"

When Jaune landed, his hood fell off due to wind pressure, revealing a pair of feline ears on the top of his head. The ears twitched in the cold night as he pulled his hood back over them.

Blake was frozen. Thoughts were failing out of sheer surprise.

Kali giggled at that sight, "What's with the face?"

Blake glanced from her mother back to the screen. "We've seen a few of these and Jaune has never been a faunus in any of them. It was surprising is all."

Adam smirked, "At least this version is watchable."

This got a few in the audience to roll their eyes. Say whatever you want, Adam was at least blunt about his prejudices.

Jaune jumped up to another roof and rolled in behind someone else standing on the surface. The man was dressed in a grey uniform with a mask placed over the top half of his face. A White Fang agent perched to watch over the region.

Adam raised an eyebrow beneath his mask.

Jaune stood and moved toward the White Fang.

Velvet started to get worried. "He's not a White Fang in this, is he?"

Sun groaned, "Gods I hope not."

Ilia turned toward the two, "And why not, huh?"

"You kidding? The White Fang are a bunch of holier than thou assholes intent on making all faunus look like psychopaths."

Sienna raised an eyebrow. Is this how our actions are seen? We've much to think about… And I clearly need a tighter rein on things in a future.

Jaune walked up behind the man. The White Fang started to turn around and nearly jumped in shock seeing Jaune. He was about to sound an alarm before Jaune's left hand shot up to his mouth. A muffled cry was the best he could let out. A terror-fueled scream caught before it could echo. Jaune spun the man around and held him in a chokehold. After a while, the White Fang's resistance faded as he lost consciousness.

Velvet let out a sigh of relief, coupling as a way to calm her nerves after the scene, "He's not White Fang…"

Jaune dropped the man onto the roof's surface. He was unconscious, but he'd live. Jaune stepped over the man and kneeled down to observe the area below. White Fang had gathered in the area and planned to burn the district to the ground. Jaune scowled down toward the cult-like group below him. Too many innocent people would die if he allowed this to go through. Jaune stood up again and took a breath.

Sienna was furious, "AND WHO THE FUCK WOULD APPROVE A PLAN LIKE THAT?!" Sienna was willing to use violence to get what she wants, but she had her limits. She was strategic. An act like this wouldn't result in equality. It would make things worse!

Adam felt a shiver run up his spine. He would do something like that. And with a smile on his face. But here, with Sienna directly adjacent to him and with his coup still in its early stages back home? He didn't dare say anything.

The camera moved down to the White Fang as they gathered the tinder and flint stones for their pyre. Soon the district would be a raging inferno. The Vale council will be too focused on trying to save face, that the White Fang will swoop in and turn the people against them.

A hooded figure in black dropped from the rooftops and ran up behind one of the White Fang. A knife buried into the grunts back as the figure rolled him onto the ground and back up to a standing position.

Ilia groaned, "Well… he has good form at least…"

The White Fang scrambled to their weapons as the figure stared to run off. One of the on-site leads shouted, "After him!" With the order out, the White Fang scrambled after. They needed to ensure no warnings were out in the world.

One of the grunts ran along the alleys and charged into the streets. He looked around to try to find the interloper. He screamed and ran off to his right. The world faded until the White Fang was a white silhouette running through a red world. The viewers could still see the masks details on the silhouette's face. As he continued to run, the world slowed to show another white silhouette, slight shading used to show their hood, leaning by a wall next to a pully system. As the White Fang ran by, the hooded silhouette cut a rope by their hand and the crates held up by the pully fell to earth. The camera was splattered by red from the bottom up.

Nora jumped seeing that. "Oh my gods, why?"

Ren groaned, "While the esthetics were nice, that was rather surprising."

Pyrrha took a breath to calm her nerves, "So many of these with Jaune as a killer…" She sighed, knowing it was all random.

Ozpin heard something strange. He turned slightly to see a rather strange twitch on Salem's face. This got him to thinking. "Wait a second…"

The world returned to normal to show another White Fang climbing a ladder to try to track the intruder from above. When the world slowed and returned to silhouettes, the camera revealed a hooded figure on the building opposite the grunt's, with a crossbow leveled toward the ladder's top. After a moment, as the grunt's head came into view on the roof, the sound of a bolt released, and the blood splatter returned to the screen.

The screen divided in three and showed three scenes in the silhouette style. One was the hooded figure sitting on a bench, head down, as a White Fang ran by. The second was a pair of hands stretching out from a hay stack around a White Fang nearby. The last was of a White Fang grunt getting her neck snapped by the hooded silhouette behind her.

Ren's eyes narrowed. "Hold on…"

Nora turned toward her partner, "What is it, Ren?"

"The way this is shot seems to insinuate that each of these events are happening simultaneously."

"Seriously? But how? There's only one Jaune, right?"

Pyrrha shrugged, "Maybe the others were his sisters?"

Neptune turned to the group in surprise, "Wait. You mean to tell me that Jaune has four or five sisters?"

"Seven, actually."

"Do his parents not have a hobby?!"

Ozpin was certain he saw something off with Salem. She shook at the accusation toward Jaune's parents. Question was, why? He glanced back toward Oscar for a moment before looking back to the screen. It would explain why she's been so docile… Ozpin relaxed in his chair for the first time since Salem arrived.

The White Fang's leader was stomping his foot, "How hard is it to catch one prick?!"

"I don't know." Jaune jumped down from the roof opposite the leader and stood tall. "Let's find out."

The leader grinned and grabbed a heavy maul. "Let's."

Jaune smirked and cracked his neck. "Too easy." He raised his hand and lowered it after a second.

The leader lurched forward as a crossbow bolt embedded in his back. "What the hell?!"

Above them both was a young man with a golden monkey tail. He was dressed in a long white coat with a hood, with a golden crown etched around the hood. A sash over his waist resembled that of a tiger pelt. The face beneath the hood reveal himself to be Sun Wukong.

Sun grinned, "Aw yeah! Nice!"

Sienna felt a little unnerved by the sash.

The leader tried to turn, only to have a knife fly into his leg. Another hooded figure was standing in the nearby alley. Her cloak was a light tan and her piercing red eyes matched the blood flowing down the leader's leg. Emerald Sustrai walked out of the alley and smirked as she tossed another knife in hand.

The leader's eye twitched as he looked around. More and more hooded figures started to gather around and above him. "What the hell is this?"

Jaune folded his arms and smirked, "You have your brothers and sisters. And I have mine. Jaune held his hands out to his sides, palms facing the leader. As he walked forward, a hidden blade extended from within the apparatus on his arm. A small knife flew into his other hand from his sleeve.

Ruby gasped. "Oh! That's so cool! A hidden blade you can call up whenever you want! I have to know how it works~! How does it extend without collapsing back inside? How does it retract when not in use?!"

The leader growled. He grinned, an idea forming. "You call this a fair fight? I know your type. Going out of your way to help people. You have a sense of honor that blinds you!"

Jaune's knife was embedded in the leader's upper shoulder and his hidden blade was at the man's throat. "You must have me confused with someone else. We are Assassins. And you got in our way." A snap of his wrist and the man collapsed onto the ground. Jaune retracted the blade and returned his knife to his sleeve.

Sun dropped down and placed his crossbow on his back. "Alright. Another cell down. How many left?"

Emerald pulled her knife out of the leader's leg, "Too many."

Jaune took a breath. "Focus. We need to get out of here. With this, we just declared war on a shadowy organization intent on causing as much death as possible."

Sienna felt her eye twitch. The White Fang was supposed to be a faction to fight against inequality! True, her methods were heavy-handed and violent, but always to those that truly deserved her ire. Scare the humans into realizing… Her thought interrupted with a sudden realization. "Son of a bitch, we are terrorists…"

Gira turned to Sienna, having never heard of what happened to his creation. "What?" He knew about her preferred course of action, but never the scale.

Sienna growled into her hands. "I can fill you in later… I need a drink after this one…"

Adam's eye narrowed beneath his mask. His plans may have to escalate when they get back.

Ilia was just in shock. Her leader, Sienna Kahn, had just called her own organization terrorists. Not even trying to sugar coat the idea by calling themselves 'freedom fighters.'

Emerald walked up next to Jaune, "Aren't we intent on death and murder?"

Jaune pointed toward the dead leader, "Would you call him an innocent man?"

Emerald looked back toward him and nodded, "Fair point."

Sun picked up a manhole cover and slid it out of the way. Jaune and Emerald jumped down below, followed soon by Sun. The camera zoomed up and onto the cover, revealing a symbol resembling the letter A without the line in the center. The world fell away as the symbol began to glow red before a white background.

Ruby blinked and smiled. "Huh… I kind of like the style… Can I get my corset in white?"

Weiss smirked, "I'm sure they could have one for you around somewhere."

Yang chuckled, "Maybe stick with your own style, Ruby. It works for you."

Ozpin stood up and glared toward Salem. "King?"

The orb returned as he was called, "Yes, Oz?"

"I'd like to request an intermission."