Sneaking His Way into the Multiverse (RWBY Jaune, WC-lite mechanics)

[tarrangar]

So, question, wouldn't someone like Jaune react to that universe like.
Marines: all good guys, allies.
Pirates: all bad guys, kill on sight.

From what I understand there aren't any good bandit on Remnant and pirates are just bandits of the sea.

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For about 5 minutes yes, then Lisa would tell him about things like Buster calls, the Marines allowing the slave trade, and other atrocities of the World Government, at which point Jaune would begin dividing pirates into 2 categories, true bandits and rebels being called bandits by the evil government.

 

[The Hero named Villain]

nah , there are a couple new manga

like gagao... gaupaga..... fuck it, the manga about items that have deep emotional attachment to the owner becoming superpowered hax items when feed with anima.

of course if ya really wanna add some Suffering Builds Character, JJK.
get a Finger in Jaune or have him get the most important question by Goato, "Whats your type of Woman"


that or a hentai, que Doom/Overkill music

 

[SEKALE]

of course if ya really wanna add some Suffering Builds Character, JJK.
get a Finger in Jaune or have him get the most important question by Goato, "Whats your type of Woman"

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How about something silly yet serious? Get him to Baki the Grappler universe and have him learn the power of Imagination that they have.

Baki, with the power of squizo: I was able to avoid your attack without moving by imagining myself smaller than I am.

Jaune, raised with anime logic: I see, that makes sense, I think I'm starting to understand it.

Lisa, the only one with common sense and whose power can't explain it: NO IT ISN'T, THIS IS BULLSHIT.

Better catgirl than Blake, learning the Cat Style Kung Fu from Retsu.

 

[Tohu]

If we going to send them to learn some anime martial arts, why not send into the JoJo Bizarre Adventure? Not for Stands but for Hamon. Do you remember how much cool thing characters were doing with Hamon? They don't even need to be really good with it, just enough to learn a few situational but useful techniques.

Jaune: ACCEPT MY ENERGY AND RISE AGAIN! SPECIAL YELLOW OVERDRIVE!

Tattletale: Are you really using Sun Kung fu to raise a flower?

Jaune: We have been gone for a whole week. This is an emergency situation. My poor plant has withered.

 

[coalface]

If we going to send them to learn some anime martial arts

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Heck if its anime martial arts, just send them to Kenichi, and pay a couple gold coins to Ryōzanpaku to teach them actually martial arts

 

[GiGaGi]

No thanks. I read 'Partially Kissed Hero' and 'Chuunin Exam Day' back when I first started reading fanfics when I was a teen. I knew those were utterly shit stroies even then.

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God Chunin exam day! What a throwback! Once the kid glasses come off it's just a poor story

 

[cyberyellow]

If we are going by to suggest cool ideas, a short jump could be Jaune and co finding themself on a certain path in the woods, heading toward a certain cabin. Whatever they find themselves alone on the path or giving Mr. Long Quiet company on one of his visits.

Having jaune and tattletale inherent difference in how they treat and trust strangers(heh) would give shifty a headache, and you can pull it in quiet a few directions.

 

[NineYetis]

Yes, I know that it takes years to learn Haki, but even the basics of this technique can give a great advantage. As for the devil's fruit, given the constant chaos and confusion in One Piece, it seems to me that after almost every battle you can find one or two fruits within the battlefield. But to be honest, I just like the idea of going on a real sea adventure, plus the gang will be quite funny to look at in pirate costumes.
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I mean, come on, what a child who grew up at the beginning of the century, with all the new media about pirates, would not want to go on a real pirate adventure. At least in childhood. And the world of One Piece can have a pretty good loot.

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I think Pirates of the Caribbean is more their speed. Plenty of actual magic and gold for them to steal, and the East India Trading Company is right there for a morally justifiable reason to be a bandit. Jack also canonically frees slaves.

 

[Lopezelpesado]

I think Pirates of the Caribbean is more their speed. Plenty of actual magic and gold for them to steal, and the East India Trading Company is right there for a morally justifiable reason to be a bandit. Jack also canonically frees slaves.

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I second this, I would love to see some jack shenannigans

 

[Spiroo]

...See below for the joke. Once again, I am facepalming.

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The fudge? I really can't tell if the other guys are playing a bit against you, or if they genuinely cannot understand sarcasm...

 

[KenNM]

So, question, wouldn't someone like Jaune react to that universe like.
Marines: all good guys, allies.
Pirates: all bad guys, kill on sight.

From what I understand there aren't any good bandit on Remnant and pirates are just bandits of the sea.

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A reminder that guys like the Straw Hats and Whitebeard are exceptions.

90% of pirates are exactly the kind of lawless marauder of the seas you'd expect.

And 90% of marines are just normal people either just looking for a job, or want to protect people.

 

[Rakdos92]

And 90% of marines are just normal people either just looking for a job, or want to protect people.

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Normally, I'd agree with you. But given recent revealations, marines no longer can be trusted unless they deserted. Believe me when I say this: Kaido ruling over the world is less bad an outcome than the WG remaining in power. Hell, even Blackbeard is a better result.

 

[SebazuD]

A reminder that guys like the Straw Hats and Whitebeard are exceptions.

90% of pirates are exactly the kind of lawless marauder of the seas you'd expect.

And 90% of marines are just normal people either just looking for a job, or want to protect people.

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You also have to consider non-WG associated countries where the perspective would differ a lot.

 

[Misoby]

A reminder that guys like the Straw Hats and Whitebeard are exceptions.

90% of pirates are exactly the kind of lawless marauder of the seas you'd expect.

And 90% of marines are just normal people either just looking for a job, or want to protect people.

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In general, you are right, but I would divide pirates into three unequal parts: 60% are bandits and murderers, about 30% are people like Bart, like bandits, but in general they do no harm, 10% are people with a purpose and a personal code of honour.

 

[cyberyellow]

Also, WC scenarios tend to stick toward the parts most shown in the canon show, and/or characters that are most shown. So the general statistic is quite of a mute point where jaune is most likely to stick his landing in the vacancy of the main crew and their allies, or near the most commonly shown antagonists.

 

[Image]

And 90% of marines are just normal people either just looking for a job, or want to protect people.

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Given how on board they are for genocide and slavery I don't believe you. I am now pretty sure that most of the horrid shit laid at the pirates feet is chump change in comparison to the World Governmet.

The pirates maybe take over a country. The world government endorses a world wide slave ring and literally genocides nation states.

Nah. The only good marine is a dead one.

 

[SebazuD]

Fuck, I'd love to read a fic where Jaune or team JNPR joins the straw hats

They'd fit really well together.

 

[Swindle66]

I dont think its reasonable to blame them for the endbringers, cause how the fuck would one predict something like THAT.

Oh noooo, they put a parahuman in chargeeee, thats illegaaaal....

My guy, they have done worse shit than that, and she does the job well enough.

Cauldron get called incompetent and I feel its kinda unfair, the guys are literally fighting against GOD and they dont know how their freakin tools work, they have to fucking pray for whatever they do to work, and have to rely a lot on the agents that want them dead.

Doesnt help that Ziz is constantly working against their efforts.

They are literally a group of VERY desperate people, trying everything they can to keep humanity alive.

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I agree. It is a bit unfair. People like to insult their efforts, but they did actually make things better overall. Compare the canon world of Worm to the timeline where Eden survived, and you'll notice it.

 

[Misoby]

That's part of the genius of using non-metaknowledge-abusing MCs: we get to explore the world for the first time alongside the characters. Hell, if the experience is riveting enough, might even sell me on buying the game.

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I reread the story and noticed your comment. Sooo, did you buy the game?)

 

[Lazurman]

I reread the story and noticed your comment. Sooo, did you buy the game?)

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It's on the Steam wishlist, along with MHW. Where they will stay until I finally clean out the backlog of unplayed games, lmao.

 

[AngryDesu]

I just want to see something silly, like a short interlude where a simple walk in the woods changes into a running battle against actual cannibal Shia Leboeuf. Or something equally kinda low key horror that doesn't really work when aura gets involved.

Just imagine Tats screaming at being suddenly beartrapped only to quickly realize that, oh yeah, aura. No damage. Screaming? She didn't scream. Must have been the wind. Jaune is clearly imagining things now to make up he can get this damn beartrap off.

Silly low key threats are fun.

 

[dasstan]

The woods were mine. Every rustle of leaf, every snap of a twig, a note in the symphony of the hunt I conducted. My hunger was a familiar companion, a gnawing reminder of purpose. Today, it sang a particularly eager tune. Prey. Two figures, moving with the careless confidence of the unhunted. Perfect.

I ghosted through the undergrowth, silent as death, eyes fixed on them. A girl, sharp-faced, with an annoying air of knowing-it-all even from a distance. And a big one, a male, built like a superhero but moving with a kind of dopey unawareness. He'd be the first to break, I figured. The strong ones always did.

My beauty was already set. An old friend, rusted jaws agape, hidden just so beneath a thin layer of fallen leaves on their path. I'd almost forgotten it there. Good old reliable.

I waited, senses electric. The anticipation was a drug. Soon, the snap, the shriek of pain and terror, the beautiful, beautiful panic.

SNAP-CLANG!

There it was! The sound of metal meeting… well, something. But the shriek… it was weird. High-pitched, yes, but more like someone had stubbed their toe on a particularly annoying rock than had their leg mangled. Odd. No matter. The shock would still be there.

Time for my entrance. I slid from the shadows, knife held just so – gleaming faintly in the dappled light. Stage presence was everything.

"Quiet, quiet…" I began, letting the rasp build.

They both looked. The big one tensed. Good. The girl… the girl was looking at her leg, where the trap had sprung, and then at me with an expression of utter, unadulterated… was that annoyance?

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," she said, her voice dripping with a kind of weary disdain. "Is that… actual cannibal Shia LaBeouf?"

The big one looked from her to me, a puzzled frown on his face. "Shia La… who now? Is that some kind of local creature, Lisa?"

Lisa? Who cared what her name was? She was ruining the mood! I pushed on, trying to regain control of the scene. "You're walking in the woods," I intoned, fixing them with my most unhinged stare. "There's no one around, and your phone is dead."

"My phone's got full bars, genius," the girl—Lisa—shot back, already working on the trap with a surprising lack of panic. She even had the gall to smirk. "And as for no one being around, you seem to be forgetting the two of us. Basic math, Shia, try to keep up."

This was… not going to plan. The big one was still looking at me like I was a mildly confusing street performer. The trap. The trap had failed. I saw it then. A faint shimmering light around the girl's boot. The metal teeth hadn't even scratched the surface. What in the goddamn—

"He's following you…" I tried again, desperate to get back on script, "about thirty feet back…"

"No, you're right here, buddy," the big guy said, sounding genuinely puzzled. He finally wrenched the trap open with a grunt. He seemed to be looking past my theatrics, focusing on the immediate, strange situation.

The girl pulled her leg free, no limp, no blood, nothing but that infuriatingly smug look. "Thanks, Jaune. Honestly, Shia, your standards are slipping. That trap was... Crap."

My blood boiled. My script, my stage, my fear – they were trampling all over it. Fine. If the theatrics wouldn't work, direct action would.

"He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint!" I roared, and suited action to words, launching myself at the girl.

She sidestepped me like I was a runaway shopping cart, not even bothering to look hurried. "Wow. Such speed. Much terror. Did you practice that in a mirror, LaBeouf?"

I skidded, rage a hot poker in my gut. The big one, Jaune, he was just standing there, watching with a sort of detached curiosity. No fear. Not a hint of discomfort, even.

With a guttural scream ripped from my very soul, I lunged at him, knife raised high, ready to cleave flesh from bone. This was it! The crunch, the spray—

CLANG!

The knife skidded off his arm like it was solid stone, sending a jarring shock up my own limb. He didn't even flinch. Just looked down at the point of impact, then back at me, an expression of mild concern on his face.

"You know," he said, "that looked like it hurt your arm more than mine. You okay there, buddy?"

Buddy? BUDDY?! I was Shia LaBeouf! I was death incarnate! I swung again, and again, a wild flurry of blows against his chest, his shoulders, his head. CLANG! THUMP! THWACK! Each impact was a fresh insult, the knife skittering off that impossible golden sheen.

"Jaune, I think he's trying to tenderize you." Lisa called out, leaning against a tree, arms crossed. "But his technique is atrocious. Hey, Shia! You call that a swing? My grandma hits harder, and she's been dead ten years!"

I stopped, panting, my blade feeling heavy and useless in my grip. My world was tilting. The fear was supposed to be theirs. The terror, the screams, the blood – it was all supposed to be theirs. But they just stood there, one looking concerned, the other openly mocking me.

"You're… you're supposed to be scared," I whispered, the words tasting like ash. My voice cracked. "Running for your life… from Shia LaBeouf!"

The girl snorted. "Scared? Of you? Pal, we've seen scarier things in a vending machine. You're like… a low-budget B-movie monster who wandered onto the wrong set."

The big one, Jaune, actually looked a bit sorry for me. "Look, man, maybe this just isn't your day? You seem pretty committed to the… uh… act, but it's really not landing with us."

My 'act?!' This wasn't an act. This was my life. My legend.

I slowly backed away, the knife dragging, scraping against the forest floor like a dying breath. "Killing for sport… Shia LaBeouf…" I mumbled, the words hollow, a funeral dirge for my own fearsome reputation.

Then I turned and fled. Not with the thrill of the chase, but with the cold, sick dread of the utterly defeated. I crashed through the undergrowth, their voices – one sharp and mocking, the other bewilderedly gentle – echoing behind me.

What if… what if they were all like this now? Shiny. Unscared. What was a cannibal to do in a world without fear? The thought was more terrifying than I could ever be.

 

[KaMinSod]

I'm all for another comedy interlude like the first run in with the Beast of Caerbannog, but Actual Cannibal Shia LaBeouf works better as a genuinely horrifying threat, since half of the humour there is absurdity. Worth The Candle did it great, but the gang simply would not be able to survive that version of him right now.

An hour into waiting, Amaryllis decided that it was time for her to talk.


"We don't know if it's a name, or just a word," said Amaryllis. "Joon? Name or word?"


"Name," I said, saying as little as possible.


"If you invoke it, a man shows up," said Amaryllis. "Not all the time. Sixty percent, maybe." She let out a shaky breath. "If you invoke it three times, you guarantee his arrival."


"And then?" asked Grak, his words as carefully measured as mine had been.


"He starts killing," said Amaryllis. "Sometimes dozens, sometimes hundreds. It depends on who's around. He's arbitrarily strong. He moves as fast as he needs to. Anything you put in front of him, he'll grow a new power to tear down or go around." She let out a breath. "I think if he were coming, he would have. We can stand down."


She sat in her chair and slumped against it. I returned to my seat as well, still in my armor and not feeling any relief. "To be clear," I said slowly. "It was the name after --"


"No," said Amaryllis. "Don't repeat anything. I'll do it. You said 'actual' then 'cannibal' and then the name. Don't speak it, don't spell it, don't write it, don't try putting it in code, don't knowingly transmit it to anyone else, in whole or in part, through any medium or any level of cryptography."


"Okay," I said, swallowing. "How much of that is," I tried to think of a simple word, "too much caution?" I was pretty sure it was only the name we needed to worry about, and using simple language to speak was just paranoia and a reminder to think very carefully about every single word spoken.


"None of it is paranoia," said Amaryllis. "We've tried to harness him in the past. It always ends with everyone dying."


I frowned, trying to think about that. "If you were able to transmit it to someone, somehow," I said. "Have them say it, weaponize it? Suicide bombers?" I was relaxing the attention I was paying to my words, just a hitch. Obviously in the long-term, I couldn't be so careful that I had to think over every word out of my mouth, especially if there was only a single name that I really had to watch out for, and that name was as uncommon as Shia LaBeouf.


"Your suicidal agent would die," said Amaryllis. "Any means of protecting them or bringing them back would fail. Then he would go after whoever told the agent the word, and whoever gave the order, even if they didn't know the word. Five of my cousins died in that particular experiment. It's not something that anyone can actually use, except as an absolute last resort when all you want to do is call down extreme violence on yourself and everyone else in the area."

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There was rather a lot of fighting going on in the War Room. The Cannibal was up among the stadium seating of the council, having worked his way through a fair bit of it already. There were bodies laying on the open floor where people gave their testimonies, and a few people had clearly been thrown, since the fresco on the enormous domed roof was cracked and bloodied at a few places that had suffered obvious impacts. Most of the people had cleared out, or were in the process of running away, out through the back doors that the council came in through. All of the Armateurs were destroyed, and probably had been within the first seconds.


I wasn't sure whether the Cannibal had ever been unleashed on this scale before. I wasn't sure who his targets were. I knew at least some of his patterns, the ways that he would kill, how he would eat parts and pieces, leaving people alive until he could circle back, half from how I'd played him, half from what Amaryllis had told me. Most of his targets would die in the first hour, but he would just keep going after the initial strike was done, up to days later, finishing off the people he'd only maimed, chasing them down alleyways or popping out of closets, appearing behind them when they looked in a mirror — like I'd told Amaryllis, horror movie tropes, played to the hilt.


We weren't the only ones he'd left alive. There were people stumbling around, clearly injured, and others who were screaming on the floor, missing limbs. I saw a woman stumbling around with a bite taken out of her shoulder, and realized with a start that it was Camellia, the vice chair.


I ran for the Cannibal, who was, true to his name, eating someone alive. Most of it was obscured by the Cannibal's head, but the man was screaming and pounding his fists against the Cannibal, trying to get away. Eventually the man succeeded in getting away, but only because the Cannibal had removed his leg at the hip.


Shia LaBeouf, holding the leg in one hand, turned to look at me.


He was still fully nude, but with lots and lots of blood all over the front of his body, soaking his beard and covering his mouth. He still held an expression of quiet intensity, like he was an athlete about to go for a world record. I really needed to get him away from these people.

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That said, a brief stint in a horror setting would be pretty rad.

 

[Tohu]

Do you think aura can protect from influence of the One ring from the Lord of the rings? Because if not, I want to see Lisa starting to act like Gollum and Jaune thinking that she just really likes her new jewelry. Or Jaune using the ring thinking that it's just a cool item that makes you invisible.

 

[last admiral]

Do you think aura can protect from influence of the One ring from the Lord of the rings? Because if not, I want to see Lisa starting to act like Gollum and Jaune thinking that she just really likes her new jewelry. Or Jaune using the ring thinking that it's just a cool item that makes you invisible.

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No. If anything, they are just as much vulnerable to the One Ring as the others. The ring didnt just speak to the heart, but to the soul.

The reason WHY it the Hobbit that the right pick to carry the ring was because on average, their desire was stupidly simple! Like, at one point when Sam touched the ring the ring wispher him of his desire for a garden. That he can get a huge and beautiful garden for himself to tend to and have, which then Sam snapped when he realised that such huge and lavish garden would be pain to take care and upkeep by himself(ofcourse, because he is soo simple as a hobbit, he never thought of shit like say, enslaving other people to do it or put other hobbit in harsh labours, something that the others would think off)

 

[AngryDesu]

The woods were mine. ...

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Haha, yes! That's the spot!

I'm all for another comedy interlude like the first run in with the Beast of Caerbannog, but Actual Cannibal Shia LaBeouf works better as a genuinely horrifying threat, since half of the humour there is absurdity. Worth The Candle did it great, but the gang simply would not be able to survive that version of him right now.

That said, a brief stint in a horror setting would be pretty rad.

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It really depends on the horror and how far you lean into the idea that even the most bland of slashers (which Shia basically is) can be a danger that is beyond a normal human being (which the snips you have do, clearly making him more than just a crazy guy in the woods). Putting them against real horror (heavy paranormal, alien monster, etc) that they can't fight would just be a horror story - they really need to go against something where their abilities mess the normal horror tropes up at least a little.

Maybe look for something less known... Bio-meat: Nectar could be interesting. With aura the monsters are basically harmless to the crew, but they could actually cause issues to them by eating their equipment if they don't hold on to it (IIRC they pretty much can eat anything that isn't glass, metal or dirt, though they'll avoid some things like concrete/ceramics unless there is no other option). That said it is a setting which doesn't have any real reason to go there as there is nothing really worth finding/selling except the monsters themselves.

 

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Do you think aura can protect from influence of the One ring from the Lord of the rings? Because if not, I want to see Lisa starting to act like Gollum and Jaune thinking that she just really likes her new jewelry. Or Jaune using the ring thinking that it's just a cool item that makes you invisible.

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No. If anything, they are just as much vulnerable to the One Ring as the others. The ring didnt just speak to the heart, but to the soul.

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Maybe it ends with a 3rd(unwilling) member of the Jaune's Bizarre Adventures theater alongside The Outsider and Eris.