Cuts of RWBY
A RWBY Fic Collection by AndrewJTalon
DISCLAIMER: This is a fan based work of prose. RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and WB Animation. Please support the official release.
Just a collection of plot bunnies and ideas for RWBY fics. Free for you to take and make use of.
For instance...
Why Jaune Shouldn't use Gauntlets...
Adam had managed to escape-Roman Torchwick's annoying pint-sized associate had caused some explosions, and so RWBY and JNPR had to flee before the warehouse turned into an inferno. They got picked up by the cops, but Professor Goodwitch was able to bail them out.
She was about to let them rot in jail for a night, until they let her know about Jaune's Semblance. She didn't believe it at first, but they did need to cart him off to Beacon to test it, and he wouldn't leave his friends in the lock up.
Which made Yang appreciate the often hapless blond a little more than she usually did.
So they got to spend the night in their beds... While Jaune got to spend the night being tested and examined by the Professors.
In the spirit of gratitude (and since she was an early riser anyway), Yang got up at her usual training time and headed down to Professor Oobleck's labs. Students seldom ventured into these areas save for Semblance testing. Most of the labs were wide and open, with a variety of measuring devices, sensors, and miscellaneous junk to help with the insane variety of Semblances available.
She found Jaune in one of the labs, sitting in front of a lot of basic weapons provided by the school. They ranged from staves and spears, to swords, to gauntlets and brass knuckles and nunchucks. He looked exhausted, as he chewed on some toast and eggs someone had brought him.
Yang thought about sneaking up on him... But again, her gratitude welled up and she instead hugged him from behind.
"ACK!"
Which scared him anyway. Yang giggled as she pulled away to stand next to him.
"Morning, Stud! How's it Yanging?" She asked.
"Yang! Hey," Jaune said. He groaned. "They let me have some sleep on a cot after all the testing. I just woke up..." He yawned.
"So, what's the s-word?" Yang asked. "How does your Semblance work?"
"Well... I mean, they think it's a Semblance," Jaune said. Yang blinked.
"They think? What else could it be?"
Jaune shrugged.
"I dunno. I heard Professor Oobleck and the Headmaster muttering about 'magic' and other junk when they thought I was asleep... So, I dunno..." He shook his head. "Anyway, my... Ability is pretty basic. I touch a weapon, and I can use it. Like, really well."
"Well, we knew that," Yang teased, "But... Any weapon?"
"Any weapon," Jaune nodded.
"Why haven't you been using your sword and shield like an expert though?" Yang asked. Jaune sighed.
"They think that it might have to do with Aura. My own Aura is infused into this weapon, so I get resistance when I put my Aura into it. Or something like that, I was half dead on my feet at that point." He shook his head. "There are two problems with my Semblance or something. One, it burns Aura. And the harder the opponent I have to fight? The more Aura I burn through to keep up."
"Oh geez," Yang winced, "So against that Adam psycho... You did look really winded."
"Yeah," Jaune said, frowning, "Which means I have to train the ability. The place exploding when it did was lucky. Sure, I could have had him, but I might have been on empty. If he figures that out next time..." He shook his head.
"And the other problem?" Yang prompted. Jaune sighed heavily.
"The... Personalities," he said, "My personality is different for every weapon I use. They think it's something to do with my subconscious, or some other psychological blah blah blah..."
"So you can be that smooth, huh?" Yang teased. "Weiss was blushing non-stop last night."
Jaune flushed.
"Maybe uh... I mean, we're friends, kind of sort of... I think I'd prefer to stay that way, with everything else..."
Yang nodded.
"Still, I mean... That is you. That didn't come from nothing, right?"
Jaune nodded.
"Yeah... But... It's still weird."
"You remember what happened, right?" Yang pressed. Jaune nodded.
"Yeah... Like I was... I was watching someone else do it," he said. He sighed and shrugged. "He was... I was being the hero I always wanted to be. And it was me, but it... Wasn't me?" He frowned.
Yang frowned at him. She squeezed his shoulder a bit more tightly. He'd saved Weiss from death, it was the least he deserved, right?
"Hey," she said, "Look. I get how scary a new Semblance can be. Mine was pretty scary too. My dad taught me how to handle it, so... How about we train?"
"Ah, uh," Jaune began. Yang shook her head.
"You can keep training with Pyrrha. Relax, I won't make her jealous," she said with a wink. Jaune scoffed.
"Fat chance of that," he muttered.
Sheesh. Even getting such a powerful Semblance didn't help his self-esteem, Yang thought. She was even more determined. She pulled him up.
"Come on, Vomit Boy. You made it. You've got a Semblance that can let you save lives and be a hero. You need to learn how to master it. When you master it? You'll be comfortable with yourself, and you won't have to rely on luck to save yourself-Or us." She patted him on the shoulder.
Jaune nodded, smiling warmly at her.
"Thanks Yang. I appreciate it."
"So," Yang looked around, "Since I'm all about hand-to-hand combat... You got a personality for that?"
Jaune nodded.
"I do. Uh... Let's see..."
He reached for some plain gauntlets, suitable for a martial artist. Yang reached out to stop him and shook her head.
"Let's go outside first," Yang said, "Don't activate it around all this breakable stuff."
Jaune nodded.
"Got it."
Yang picked up the gauntlets, Jaune got up, and they walked outside onto the lawn surrounding the lab buildings. Yang tossed the gauntlets to Jaune. He pulled them on. His blue eyes flashed, and his stance changed. A smile came over his face.
He adopted a loose fighting stance, and began throwing some punches and kicks for practice into the air. Yang frowned in thought-The style was very similar to hers, actually: South Mistralian Kickboxing.
"Jaune?" She asked.
"Call me Johnny, Yang!" Johnny laughed. He did a backflip, and landed with a bright grin. "Wow! This feels great!"
He grimaced.
"Except for this armor..." He yanked it off, and tossed off the rest in a small pile nearby. His hoodie and shirt joined the pile. Now bare-chested, he jumped up and down, switching back and forth between stances. "Woo! That's much better!"
Yang flushed. She was not unaware of male anatomy, of course. But Jaune had... Wow... Okay, so Pyrrha's training had definitely done him a lot of good.
"Okay! We gonna spar now?" Johnny asked eagerly. His grin was infectious, and Yang went into her own fighting stance.
"Yup! Go for it!"
"WOOHOO!" Johnny cheered. He charged like a rocket. She got her guard up, and blocked the strike. She was glad she took this seriously-The force of the hit had his Aura behind it, and that energy was enough to slam her feet deep into the lawn with a BANG!
She bobbed and threw a punch back. Johnny swung his forearm to block, and moved back, continuing to deflect a flurry of testing jabs and punches. Yang then swung a foot for his side, which he had to jump back to evade. She leaped up and dove like a falcon with a fist out.
"YAH!"
Johnny rolled out of the way, as Yang blasted a small crater into the ground with her blow! She got up with her fists ready, only to see Johnny staring in shock and glee.
"WOW! How'd you do that?!" He asked.
Yang grinned and rubbed the back of her head modestly.
"I channel Aura through my fists," she explained, "Then release it into whatever I'm hitting. It works great against Grimm!"
"WOW! That's super cool! I think Ren does something like that! He tried to teach me some of that!" Johnny cheered. "Can you teach me?"
Yang chuckled. "Sure!"
After they put his armor and clothes into his hoodie, which they tied up into a rough bag, she led him over into a small wood on the academy grounds. She found an older tree near the center of the copse, nice and thick. She took his arm in her hands, and pressed a finger to his forearm.
"You want to gather up Aura in these parts of your arms," she said, "Then push it up to your fists."
Johnny tilted his head in curiosity.
"Push it?"
"Yeah," Yang said, "You can control your Aura, right?"
"Hmmmm..." Johnny frowned and looked up, "Pyrrha taught me how to channel it into my weapons, and Ren showed me how he does it with his fists. How do I do it to release it on contact?"
"That is complicated," Yang agreed, "But once you get it, it's easy!"
She hummed, thinking back to her father's explanation.
"The Aura is your soul's power," she repeated, "And so, you have to imagine it happening. You have to feel it happening, and will it to happen. So... You feel the Aura inside your forearms. You pump it up, as hard and high as possible."
She held up her fists, her eyes burning red.
"And when you make contact? You will it to release!"
Yang punched the tree... And her Aura flashed through it, blowing a hole through the trunk with a loud boom! She pulled her fist back, smiling in satisfaction. She nodded to Johnny, who was watching intently.
"Got it?"
"I think so," Johnny said. He grinned. "That was so cool! Can I try?"
"Sure!" Yang said with a smile. Johnny cheered.
"Woo! Awesome!"
Yang moved back from the tree. Johnny walked up to the tree trunk and did some stretches. He hummed and rubbed his chin, thinking hard, before he held up his forearms and closed his eyes.
"Don't get discouraged if you don't get it right on the first try, all right?" Yang said, "It took me a long time to get the timing right on everything, and put it all together-"
"YAH!"
KABOOM!
Yang's eyes went wide. Her face froze. The top of the tree was sailing up, up, up out of sight, crashing several meters away. What was left of the tree's lower trunk was a scattered pile of smoking splinters. Johnny pulled his fist back and frowned. He looked over at Yang.
"Aw man... Did I do it wrong?" He asked.
He looked like a wounded puppy. So much so she couldn't help a little laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
"I uh... Um... It's a good start," Yang giggled, "Mayyyybe we focus on control next, hm?" She grabbed him and his hoodie-bag, "Somewhere far, far away so we don't get in trouble?" She began to run, and Johnny easily kept pace.
"So you're going to keep teaching me?" Johnny asked hopefully.
"Well, why not?" Yang asked with a laugh. If anything, it would keep this potential monster from causing too much collateral damage.
"Great!" Johnny said with that very wide grin. "Ren's been teachin' me hand to hand, but you're a lot more fun! And prettier!"
And now she was blushing from top to bottom. How did he go from Vomit Boy to this?!
Though in all honesty... A part of her really didn't mind...