King: Time to learn again!

Knox: What about this time?

King: We're going back to Arcadia! We're rounding out the family and covering a few more for fun. Hope you enjoy~!

Inspiration: n/a

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The black screen started to shine a bright white with those two golden arcs and blade, the symbol of Arcadia. A banner moved across the bottom reading, [King's World of Remnant: Arcadia Part II].

Yang chuckled at the screen, "So, we're learning more about Jaune's family again?"

Blake nodded slightly, "Looks like it."

"Welcome back. Where did we leave off… Oh yeah! The Arc Family. How about we go over some more members of the family, starting with those famous eight kids."

A picture appeared on the screen, a family portrait of eight blond kids with their father pulling them all into a group hug, every one of them smiling. A banner above them read [Happy Birthday Dad!]. Jaune's mother, Simone, was presumably the one holding the camera.

Salem sighed happily seeing her family, even if it was a different version. It was like a scene out of her own life. Perhaps she would get the chance to meet this Simone. Though, preferably in a different dimension and not her own. She trusted her husband more than anything in their world, but she didn't trust other women to keep to themselves.

The picture moved to show a single member of the family. She stood in a white and gold military uniform, saluting the camera with a smile. Her blonde hair was tied up but kept short and manageable. Her sapphire blue eyes seemed to shine in the photo.

"First up, we have Penelope Rowe; maiden name Arc. Penelope is the eldest child of Montesquieu and Simone Arc."

Ruby grinned at the screen, "So, we get to learn about all of Jaune's sisters?"

Jaune sighed but smiled all the same. He loved his family, but they still had their moments of embarrassment.

"Penelope joined the Arcadian Defense Force, rising to the position of Lieutenant Colonel."

Winter nodded once learning that, "An impressive feat, to be sure."

"However, defying many expectations, she remained upbeat and kept a smile on her face. But don't mistake this for being soft. She's strong enough to crawl up through the ranks of the ADF in a short time."

"And how are we supposed to know that wasn't based on who she is?" Roman smirked as he sat back in his chair, "I mean, she's a princess, right?"

"Don't let her hear you say that." Jaune turned slightly to glance toward the criminal.

"Penelope takes after her father, willing to defend others and tank attacks behind her shielding."

The picture changed to show Penelope with a large tower shield, taller than she was, as she braced her shoulder against it. A large Beowolf was trying to slash at the shield to get to her. Like last time, her voice carried through the screen. She had an upper Mistrali accent, but a faint one. "Stay behind me! My shield shall never faulter so long as you are behind me! I won't allow it!"

Nora smiled as she heard Penelope, "I like her!"

Ren nodded, "She does seem rather nice."

Jaune grinned, "Well, we all think so. But we're family, so we're bias."

"The next sister in order is Saphron Cotta-Arc."

Said sister now appeared on screen. She was fairly plain compared to the last sister, and most of the family really. She just seemed like any other citizen of Remnant.

"Saphron is the quintessential older sister. Teases her younger siblings, caring, always there for her family, that kind of thing. Unlike the rest of her family, she showed absolutely no talent for combat and moved to Argus, getting married and taking the job of housewife."

The picture swapped to show Saphron, her wife Terra, and their son Adrian.

Nora gushed a little, "Aw~ That's so cute."

"If we're being honest, she's pretty unremarkable on her own. But it works for her. She's not a fighter or a leader. She's not a huntress or anything. She's just a daughter, a sister, a wife, and a mother. That's all she needs."

The picture changed to show her just before she left home, arms wrapping around her siblings, pulling them into a tearful hug, "I'm so happy to be a part of this family. I promise to make you all proud in my own way!"

Salem smiled and nodded, still proud of her other dimensional daughter, "Good for her~"

"The next sister down the line… Let's see… is… Marie!"

The picture swapped over to a young woman in a white lab coat. Her dirty blonde hair was cut short to avoid loose ends in a lab setting. Beneath her coat was a dark shirt and slacks, the picture of a scientific mind.

"Marie is often described as a mad scientist, but she's more of a mad engineer. She's often found inventing something crazy or seemingly nonsensical, but she usually finds ways to make it work. Marie Slivani Arc was the pioneer behind the tactical visor system and Direct Dust (DD) ammunition production. Self-described to be married to her job and a willing insomniac, she tends to go through periods of obsessive work followed by periods of lethargic rest."

The picture showed her two states. One was her leaning over a table with mechanical parts, her eyes hidden behind a pair of glowing goggles. The other half showed her slumped back in a chair, out cold.

Port chuckled a bit, "She certainly seems to be a driven worker. Though her habits seem questionable."

Jaune sighed, "We know. Everyone knows. But there's no stopping her."

The picture swapped again to show her holding up a device toward someone off screen, "Do you know what we can accomplish with something like this?! It's the most important invention of our time! Do you see the potential?! DO YOU?!" There was a moment of silence where you could hear the confusion in the air. "I… never told you what it was, did I?"

Jaune chuckled at the voice line, "Marie in a nutshell."

"Alright! Next kid!" King sighed, "This is going to take a while."

The next of them to appear was a young woman with long cherry blond hair. Said hair was frayed and wild, similar to Yang's but not as long. She was dressed in a long coat with a steel breastplate and vambraces accompanied by long pants, boots, and a choker with a lion's head pendant. A large, double headed war ax rested on her back. She stood in profile with a foot elevated onto a rock in front of her with her arms crossed.

"The next child is Leona Reznov (she's an Arc, just married), nicknamed the Lioness."

Yang let out an impressed whistle, "Dang! She looks pretty awesome."

"Leona is renowned as a fighter, not to be confused as a huntress or soldier. She's a prize fighter in Arcadian tournaments."

Weiss turned to Jaune, "So… Is that why you never knew about Pyrrha being a champion?"

Jaune shrugged, "I never actually bothered to watch the tournaments unless it was my sister's big fights."

"She's an adrenaline junky that deliberately puts herself in unwinnable situations so she can break through it, proving to herself no situation is unwinnable. She's the 'punch a wall until it breaks' type of person."

The Beacon crew all turned toward Yang, seeing plenty of similarities.

The picture changed to show Leona triumphant, her ax held to the sky with one hand, "Go home! Rest! Train! Come back to me and fight again! I'm going to keep getting stronger! See if you can keep up with me!"

Nora laughed, "I like her!"

Pyrrha nodded, "I've met a few people like her during my time in the tournaments, but she's definitely more… direct."

"And the next kid… is the exact opposite."

The screen changed to show Jaune, albeit a few years older. He was dressed very similarly to his current style with one major difference. This Jaune was a true huntsman candidate worthy of Beacon. His armor was filled out over his torso, a small armor belt, and gauntlets.

Coco played up the moment with a whistle, "Damn Arc~ Who knew you could clean up so well?"

Jaune wasn't sure what to think of the scene yet, especially since they'd already seen a version of the future. But this was kind of weird to see himself like that, a future so close but seemingly so far to him. It was like a language he can't speak, but its so similar to one he can.

"The fifth child of the Arc family, Jaune Arc, heir apparent of the throne of Arcadia. Seriously, this kid's story is just inspiring when you think about it. No one around him really believed in him, but he still went out to Beacon and made something of himself. Currently in his third year at Beacon Academy, he's not the top of the class or anything but he's definitely not the bottom. He's trained twice as hard as anyone else to prove what he's got and its showing."

Pyrrha smiled, happy to know he's really improving and that he's truly working to achieve his goal. All of friends were actually happy for him, knowing he'll improve so much.

The screen changed to show his full team who were gathered for a photo. Pyrrha stood next to Jaune with a big smile and Ren was trying to keep standing as Nora had tackled onto his back when the photo was taken.

Nora giggled a little. It was totally something she do.

All of Team JNPR smiled seeing the photo. It was comforting to see that they remain so close.

"He's the leader of Team JNPR from Beacon academy, and with good reason. He's proven his talent wasn't in combat, but in leadership."

The screen changed again to show Jaune in the middle of a fight with an Ursa, his shield blocking an attack and blade set to counter. "No! I will not fall! Not today! Not tomorrow! As long as people need me, I won't fall to even a knee!"

Yang chuckled a bit at that one, "That was pretty corny."

Velvet, however, disagreed, "I like it. It sounds like something a hero would say in a novel."

Blake thought back over her reading time, but ultimately had to nod. "I could see that."

Port sighed with a smile, "That may be a good decision, actually. Part of being a huntsman means inspiring the people as well, making them feel safe. These 'corny' lines may often help with that."

The photos swapped to the next child, a young woman with platinum blonde hair tied back into a bun on the back of her head. She dressed in a long white dress with a golden necklace, her family's sigil hanging as a pendant. She stood with poise and a posture one would associate with fairy tale princesses.

"Next up is Anastasia Arc, the very definition of a princess. She's a kind soul and an honest mind. She's the type that could be an excellent ruler but prefers to remain out of the spotlight. Until recently, she would be the heir apparent and next Arc to rule the Principality; assuming she kept her name when she got married. But she celebrated when her older brother proved himself and was named the heir instead. She's elegant and poised, but she's also lazy as hell."

The next scene showed her sitting in a chair, the perfectly poised figure like a doll, "I have no intention of rule. I've no interest in it. Keep the golden laurels far away from me."

"Golden laurels?" Ruby turned to Jaune, silently asking him for more details.

So, Jaune answered her, "It's a special crown made of gold leaves. It rests over your ears and around the back of your head." He motioned around his head where the leaves would be. "Arcadia gives them out to people who earn them, the material representing what you accomplish. The gold laurels are only used for the High Prince."

"Oh. That's kind of cool. What other materials do they use?"

However, King stopped Jaune from answering, "Tut, tut! Stories for another day. Now we focus on family."

The next sibling to appear was dressed in a moss green shirt, yellow vest, and brown shorts. She looked more like she was going camping than being some kind of warrior like most of the siblings so far. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and she had a bandage over her nose.

"Sherry Arc, the explorative member of the family. Gifted/cursed with an overly curious mind, she's the girl climbing hills in the hopes to find what's beyond them. She's the girl looking for dragons on the horizon, and if she doesn't find them she'll look somewhere else."

Another shift showed Sherry looking out over the horizon from the side, "Just imagine what we can find~! What wonders are just over that hill?! I can't wait to find out~"

Port laughed jovially, "An excellent outlook indeed!"

Oobleck nodded, "Admirable. If sounding a little obsessive."

The final sister appeared, a young girl in something of a white and gold nun's attire. She appeared as a cleric complete with a staff with her version of the family sigil, the arcs twisted around to overlap each other with both curves to point in opposite directions.

"And finally, we have Lilianna Arc, the youngest Arc child. She wants nothing more than to help others heal. However, this is not physical healing, a doctor could do that. No. She wants to heal the mind and soul. She believes in the principle of redemption for all, but able to recognize not everyone you offer it to will take it."

Lilianna now stood before others wearing similar clothing, her staff held up in front of her, sounding optimistic but grounded, "I offer you a chance at redemption. Your crimes can be forgiven in time. Your life can still turn around to a righteous path. You just need to take the first step."

Ozpin thought to himself. He believed in redemption as well, Ms. Belladonna could attest to that even if she didn't know it, but he never considered how far it could go. He never offered the chance, but let them make the choice themselves.

Yang grinned, her glance moving toward Jaune, "At least we finally got more about those sisters we've heard about."

King took a deep breath. "Okay. Lightning round! Seriously, this family is ridiculously massive. So, I'm covering a few more family members quickly, including a few family friends that aren't actually related but they treat them like family anyway… You'll see. Picture, name, relation to… let's use Jaune as our anchor, one sentence description, and a voice line to really hammer it home. Let's go!"

Yang laughed now, "And now we get more? Jeez! How big is this family?"

Jaune sighed, "We'd be here all day."

The figure to appear showed a woman with dark blonde hair dressed in civilian clothing, but with small pieces of armor on her shoulders.

"Sharona Blau, Jaune's paternal aunt. She's often described as the team mom in whatever situation she finds herself."

"Do you have your armor? Sword? Rope? Sleeping bag? I just want to make sure you have everything you'll need."

Tai smiled, remembering the old days with Summer. She was easily the best thing to happen to him, even before their later romance, she was an anchor for their team that kept everyone together. Mostly…

The picture swapped like a slideshow to show a blonde man in a white suit with gold epaulets His dirty blonde hair was gelled back and cut short. His dark steel colored eyes were set in a glare toward something in front of him.

Ruby jumped in her seat a bit, "Wait, does he have silver eyes?"

Ozpin shook his head. "Not quite. Silver eyes are distinct to common grey. They are a brighter shade and easier to see at a distance."

"Lucius Arc, Jaune's paternal uncle. Shrewd, practical, and tactical; Lucius sits as the chief of foreign affairs for Arcadia."

"I will not allow Arcadia to be dragged into the failures of the Kingdoms. Let them stay at each other's throats if they must continue to act like children, but leave us out of it."

Eyes turned to Jaune, a little surprised by his uncle's speech. Jaune just sighed, "He doesn't trust the kingdoms to leave us alone if we get any closer. He says that if Atlas or Mistral gets the chance, they'd try to take over."

Ironwood wanted to argue it, but he knew the council members too well, not to mention that old zealot stationed in Argus. "I hate to admit it… but his fears aren't unfounded."

The slide changed again to show a dark-haired man in a blue and gold military uniform. He was clean shaven and a bit shorter than most of the men around him, but he still looked on par in terms of strength. He was decorated with several medals and a silver laurel crown, indicating him as a sitting member of the Paladin Court.

"General Napoleon Arc, Jaune's paternal uncle."

Ironwood blinked in surprise. It was interesting to see someone of a similar rank to himself. Most of the kingdoms didn't bother with a true standing army, so his only contemporaries were his fellow headmasters.

Neo's head tilted slightly at first. She thought they said her full name, Neapolitan, for a moment, but thinking back, it was a different name. Just very similar.

"A man of convictions and principles, he set out to do whatever necessary to ensure the safety of Arcadia and its place in the world of Remnant."

"Any man that fights under me trusts me with their life. I will not send them off to fight a battle I am not willing to face myself."

Now, Ironwood had a respect for this man. This was a rare trait in leaders these days. Even he found himself stuck behind the chair too often for his tastes.

The next slide showed what looked like a younger version of the man before. He dressed in a similar blue coat, but it was undecorated and clearly very new.

"Napoleon Arc III, Jaune's Cousin and son of General Napoleon."

Penny looked around, confused, "I understand that being named after someone will usually result in being called the second. Why is the son of the first called the third?"

Jaune took in a sharp breath, "He's… the second child. Napoleon the second died a few months after he was born."

The room was quiet, somber at the death of a life so young.

But the screen was recorded, so King continued on, "A man described as too smart for his own good by half, he thinks he's just as capable as his father, but he REALLY isn't."

"Let's see what the world can throw at me! Bring on your worst then! That Laurel is as good as mine!" They then heard something collapse on top of him. "Ow."

The reactions this garnered ranged from none (Cinder), a smirk (most), a snicker (the good natured), or out right laughter (Yang and Nora).

As Yang's laugh died down, she turned to Jaune, her smile still on her face, "How big is your family? Seriously, this is pretty crazy."

Jaune gave a nervous chuckle, "It's… pretty big."

"What? You have one of those families that's notorious for having lots of kids all the time?"

Jaune was quiet for a few seconds before conceding, "Yeah. Pretty much…"

Thus, the minds of Pyrrha and Velvet went into overdrive, and possible burnout.

"How much time do I have… Hmm… Okay. I only have enough time for two more to talk about."

The next Arc to appear on the screen was a young woman in her early twenties. She dressed in red and gold, in contrast to everyone else's white and gold. Her hair was a silver color and her eyes were a bright orange. Everything about her exuded confidence and a sense of regality. She sat in an ornate chair, as if looking down on someone. They could also see someone in armor standing next to her behind the chair, but just out of frame enough to know he's there but not what he looks like.

Jaune felt a chill run up his spine. "Oh come on… Why did she get put into this one?"

Salem had a similar reaction, one with a sense of disappointment.

Yang turned to her fellow blonde and the interdimensional parent, confused, "What? She that bad?"

Jaune just sighed and motioned for them to keep watching.

"Beatrice Lastrade, Jaune's second cousin."

"Okay, this is something I still don't get." Ruby spun around to the adults, hoping for an answer, "What's the difference between a cousin and a second cousin?"

Port nodded, "A common question, but I have learned it thus. Each stage of relation to those of your generation is based on where your family trees meet."

Ruby's face was blank. Most of those not in the know were.

Port continued, counting back the generations on his hand, "Your siblings have the same parents, your cousins share grandparents, second cousins share great-grandparents, and so on."

"Oh!" Ruby nodded as she finally understood what he meant, "Okay. I think I've got it now. But why is she so bad?"

"A woman so far into herself she changed her name to Lian Arc in order feel more important."

Blake sighed, "So she's one of those types."

Jaune nodded, not looking up at the screen.

Lian's voice line then followed, "You believe yourself my equal? Allow me to rid you of these delusions of grandeur." She sounded exactly as smug as you think she does.

Ilia already didn't like her. She was reminded of those bitchy girls she tried to blend in with during her time in that private school. She could just see this bitch treating people like garbage, especially faunas.

King sighed a bit, "And you can't talk about Beatrice/Lian without talking about her bodyguard."

Jaune perked up a bit. "Wait." He looked back up toward the screen, "But he's not…"

"Might not be an Arc, but people just treat him like one at this point. So, let's talk about…"

The picture swapped to show a man in gleaming red and gold armor. He was standing in a rocky field with one foot placed on a rock to cut a triumphant pose, holding the Arcadian banner flying behind him in the wind. His bright white colored hair had black streaks seemingly running through the strands at random. His golden eyes seemed to glow as he looked out over the area. A bronze Laurel crown set around his head as well. And, to top it all off, he had a pair of feline ears sticking out from the top of his head.

This got the members, and former members, of the White Fang to stop in surprise., waiting to see where this goes.

"Cassius Kahn…"

Ilia jumped then turned to her leader, "Wait, what?"

Sienna shrugged, "He's not related to me, if that's what you're asking."

"…the most loyal retainer to House Arc; his words. A member of the Arcadian Honor Guard, Cassius floats like a battleship and stings like a fucking missile!"

Yang started to chuckle again, "Damn! He sounds awesome!"

Kali snickered to herself and elbowed her husband's side, "You two may get along pretty well~"

Gira just rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I am Cassius Kahn, most loyal retainer to House Arc! If you mean them harm, you'll have to get through me first! And that's very unlikely~"

The screen returned to the same design as the beginning, "That's all for today. Seriously, this family is to large it's stupid. Until next time~" With that, the screen closed again.

King popped back in for a moment, "Alright. Let's take a break. Intermission!"