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[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

Multiverse Shenanigans
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Pyrrha Would Not Leave This Jaune With Team RWBY

Future Meeting Past
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She Would Go Cyborg

Yangs Meeting Auntie Raven
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The Only Chill Raven Taking Strays From All The Alt Yangs

Future TImeline Fun
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Future
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War
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Skull King Arc and his Faunus Wife
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People Remember History Wrong

Team RWBY Shenanigans
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Oz Was Thought He Was Slick
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I just want more Meta Oz
Oz: SHit he's a healer?! I NOT dealing with another OP Semblance user getting kicked out and forming his own faction!

This Would Have Been More Interesting
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So i saw this and made the other
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Aura Users Enhance There Bodies and are Able to project barriers and Slashes... except no one uses these outside there Semblances
Most Dust uses are witch/wizard lite but outside of Maidens Punching is the most effective use
Semblances are Random BS! [the symbols are from Grimm Eclipse]
Remnant Power System needs work
 
Aura Users Enhance There Bodies and are Able to project barriers and Slashes... except no one uses these outside there Semblances
Most Dust uses are witch/wizard lite but outside of Maidens Punching is the most effective use
Semblances are Random BS! [the symbols are from Grimm Eclipse]
Remnant Power System needs work
It is less the system and more how they have the characters fight for me. It is not the most defined power system out there but it doesn't need to be if the fighting is right.
 
Some non-Jaune centered ideas:



-Weiss wants to prove she can in fact rough it so she tries to learn camping from Nora.



-Sun gets into an underground death match tournament by accident and RWBY and SSSN have to get him out of it.



-Ruby tries to learn meditation from Ren. It does not go well.



-Whitley pulls a Ruby in this universe and joins Penny's team at Vytal.
 
Weiss wants to prove she can in fact rough it so she tries to learn camping from Nora.
Nora dumps Weiss off in the woods and tells her she'll be back in a week. It takes her most of it to track down Nora where she finds the redheads camp. And her shelter and blankets made from animal pelts and fire and tools and......

Sun gets into an underground death match tournament by accident and RWBY and SSSN have to get him out of it.
Thahm: I'm in the mood for monkey meat boy.

Ruby tries to learn meditation from Ren. It does not go well.
Turns out those Herbal Remedies of his are so traumatizing they triggered her silver eyes and now there's a hole in the ceiling.

Whitley pulls a Ruby in this universe and joins Penny's team at Vytal.
Whiteley: how did I even get myself into this mess?
Penny: is there a problem friend whiteley?
Whiteley: just debating my life choices.
 
Whitley Schnee, Team Leader New
-Whitley pulls a Ruby in this universe and joins Penny's team at Vytal.



He's made the leader thanks to his skills, but frankly, his team is a nightmare.



Whitley: "Penny. Stop fraternizing with the enemy!"



Penny: "But Friend Ruby is my friend!"



Whitley: "No, she's the enemy!"



Penny: "Frienemy!"



Whitley: "No!"



Penny: *puppy dog eyes*



Whitley: "... Fine."



Penny: 'YAY!"



With Ciel...



*Everyone silent in the common rooms*



Ciel: "..... do you ever think of the inevitability of the sun blowing up one day, blotting out all light and life from our planet, sending us all to the welcoming hands of death?"



Whitley: "Who the hell starts a conversation like that?! I just sat down!"



And Indie, Sift Green 's creation...



Team WICP flees a gigantic monster Grimm.



Indy: "I wanna fight it!"



Whitley: "WE ARE NOT FIGHTING THAT GIANT GRIMM!"



Indy: "BUT I WANNAAAA!"



Whitley and Ruby end up commiserating over their headaches in human and Faunus form that are their teams.
 
Ciel: "..... do you ever think of the inevitability of the sun blowing up one day, blotting out all light and life from our planet, sending us all to the welcoming hands of death?"

This reminds me of a short fic over at AO3 with Ciel as a pyromaniac, and Penny tagging along.

Ciel Contains Multitudes by Remnant_Writer
 
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This reminds me of a short fic over at AO3 with Ciel as a pyromaniac, and Penny tagging along.

Ciel Contains Multitudes by Remnant_Writer
And I know MadManFenrir did those exact lines. In that exact context...

How much says one of Whitley's team mates would be found outside and naked/pants less to 'embrace nature' with Whitley being the voice of reason
 
Oh my god Neo just Boils my fucking blood!

I rewatched JNPR vs Neo fight again and Ren, Nora everyone just seem to lose 50 iq points and all the skills they ever learned while fighting her.

Worst part, She casually blocked Nora's grenades with a fragging UMBRELLA!

Jaune isn't RWBY's special little Boy, she is!

And even her Srmblance?!!!! Illusions weren't enough this bitch got fucking reality manipulation.

God this bitch. Someone shoot her. Oh wait, that won't do anything because it is RWBY, a show known for adding Guns to everything and still being unable to nail down Bullet physics.
 
Oh my god Neo just Boils my fucking blood!

I rewatched JNPR vs Neo fight again and Ren, Nora everyone just seem to lose 50 iq points and all the skills they ever learned while fighting her.

Worst part, She casually blocked Nora's grenades with a fragging UMBRELLA!

Jaune isn't RWBY's special little Boy, she is!

And even her Srmblance?!!!! Illusions weren't enough this bitch got fucking reality manipulation.

God this bitch. Someone shoot her. Oh wait, that won't do anything because it is RWBY, a show known for adding Guns to everything and still being unable to nail down Bullet physics.
Wait a second.

Special eyes
Illusions
Reality warping
Pure bullshit abilities
And curb stomp battles?

Oh my gods she's a Uchiha!
 
Wait a second.

Special eyes
Illusions
Reality warping
Pure bullshit abilities
And curb stomp battles?

Oh my gods she's a Uchiha!
......Respectfully Fuck you. Fuck the Show Runners. And Fuck this Character in particular.

She even got Heterochromia like Sasuke and Obito. And other OP aliens in Boruto.

Also isn't she like 2 people in one? That's literally the awakening condition of Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.

BTW I didn't mean anything when I said fuck you to you, That was my irritation towards Bullshit Villain Plot Armor speaking. No intention to cuss at you.
 
Uchiha's the worst thing about naruto until boruto
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Moving back to RWBY.
-Sun gets into an underground death match tournament by accident and RWBY and SSSN have to get him out of it.
Something tells me Blake's the reason he's in this mess. Although there is a 50/50% that's it's his own fault.

... One day we're going to sit down and walk you through on how to post pictures.

Whitley pulls a Ruby in this universe and joins Penny's team at Vytal.
Whitley showing that even with something he doesn't want, he still does a better job than Weiss.

And Indie, @Sift Green 's creation...
Who and do they use a whip, while wearing a fedora?
 
Whitley and Ruby end up commiserating over their headaches in human and Faunus form that are their teams.

Neo fights Whitley and gets weirded out.

Whitley: "Wait, is that Weiss's form?"
Ciel: "Oh shit."
Whitley: *happy tears streaming down his cheeks* "PENNY, GET ME A BLUNT SWORD!"
Ruby: "Why blunt?"
Jaune: *furrows brow* "That'll just make it...hurt...more...oh. Oooooh."

Neo: *mildly terrified by the slasher grin and tears of joy combination, and transforms again*

Whitley: "Winter? ...PENNY, A BLUNTER SWORD! NOW! MAKE IT RUSTY!"
 
People Reaction To Glynda
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Who Else Fits!

Bridal Yang
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in Ruby Timeline does Yang Wear this after being invited into the relation?

The Brothers Are Dead For They Angered HIM
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And He Followed There Trail To Remnant!

If Adam vs Ace-Ops fight Happened, I would Love Adam realized the Daoist principle of a swordsmaster's body being as if a sword itself, before using his evolved semblance to return everything they did while he was 'disarmed'
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i'm not on Adam Side, I am against Ace Ops
 
Beacon the Show New
Had a idea for one of those RWBY is a show AU kind of things.

Velvet and CoCo interview (in)famous star Raven Branwen.



Coco: So what made you come back to Beacon?

Raven: a paycheck and a daughter who wants to work with her mom for once.

Velvet: oh, the rumor was that you were returning because the Beacon franchise was one of your favorites from childhood, being your first job and all.

Raven: *snorts* Favorite huh? I guess it is just because it got me a job but I didn't know anything about the show.

Coco: the most popular franchise in Remnant and you didn't know anything about it? Sure pull the other one.

Raven: Little hard to keep up with current media being homeless and eight years old brat.

Raven: you want the truth? Fine. They needed a ornery little brat for their show, I was there and Salem Mandias, bless the bitch, figured she could save a few bucks hiring a homeless kid and letting part of my pay be in room and board.

Velvet: That has to be illegal!

Raven: no shit it's illegal. It's also the best thing that ever happened to me. I rode that woman's coattails from job to job and stayed off the streets until her husband noticed I never left and got CPS involved.

Coco: wait is that why First Edition Media group split in half?

Raven: well that and a few other things Salem was sweeping under the rug.

Coco: surprised you did any work with Salem and her grimmland productions after that.

Raven: why wouldn't I? Like I said she was good for me. But after a while she started getting more controlling and nasty so I bounced between her studio and Oz's Clocktower films until I set out with my own little talent agency.

Velvet: and now you're working with them again?

Raven: you said it yourself Beacon is one of the most beloved franchises out there. They both wanna do something with it, they have scripts and sets, I have talent and history.

Coco: and a kid trying to make it big.

Raven: try three. Yang, Sun, and saffron.

Velvet: the triplets. You must be so proud.

Raven: right. Proud. Listen this has been...not terrible but I have a meeting in a hour with Salems daughters summer and Ruby so I need to leave.



A few things that didn't make it into this bit.

Raven is a only child in this universe, Qrow is a friend.

A few families have been shook up a bit.

She lied on Suns birth certificate. He was the third born and she was so tired from back to back births when she saw him she just said Son. She just lets them think she meant sun.
 
The Philosophy Knight 6 New
In a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of Vale—White Fang banners hanging crookedly from the rafters—Adam Taurus stood in the center of a chalked-out sparring circle, Wilt drawn and Blush sheathed at his hip. A dozen of his most loyal lieutenants formed a loose ring around him, some nursing bruises, others looking nervously excited.

"Again!" Adam barked, resetting his stance. "This time, argue your point properly! Convince me your ideals are worth dying for while you attack!"

A burly bull Faunus charged, swinging a massive axe. "Humans will always oppress us! We take what we deserve!"

Adam parried effortlessly, Wilt flashing red as he absorbed the strike and countered with a precise slash that shattered the man's aura in one hit.

"Weak!" Adam snarled. "That's not conviction—that's whining! Easily defeated, by word and by sword!"

The bull Faunus fell back, groaning on the floor. Adam shook his head angrily.

"Jaune Arc would never settle for such a pathetic monologue!"

The room went dead quiet.

One of the younger recruits, a fox-eared girl, raised a tentative hand. "Uh... sir? You mean the human from Beacon? The one who is like your friend-?"

"MY ETERNAL RIVAL!" Adam roared, then immediately composed himself, sheathing Wilt with a dramatic flourish. "Not a friend. Never a friend. Friends are for the weak. Rivals... rivals are forged in fire and respect."

He turned away, pacing. "He understands. The drama. The philosophy. The sheer artistry of a well-timed Moonslice under a blood-red sky!"

A lieutenant coughed. "Sir, isn't that the third time this week you've practiced that exact speech?"

Adam froze. "I am honing my craft. Preparation is the mark of a true warrior."

Another recruit whispered to his neighbor, "He has that poster of Arc in his quarters. The one from the Vytal Festival promo shoot."

"And action figures," someone else muttered. "Saw him posing them on his desk. Him, Arc, and... Belladonna."

Adam whipped around, mask hiding his flush but not the sudden tension in his shoulders. "Those are tactical models! For studying my rival's form! And Blake is... strategic nostalgia! Nothing more!"

The bull Faunus, now back on his feet, grinned despite the bruise forming on his cheek. "Sure, boss. And you definitely don't do the voices when you play out your big showdown scenes."

He was knocked out with a single blow by Adam.

"I DO NOT PLAY WITH THEM!" Adam shouted, then caught himself. He straightened, adjusting his coat. "I... rehearse. Extensively. 'To the best enemy I ever had!'—delivered at sunset, thunder rolling, auras clashing in a symphony of—"

He realized the entire room was staring.

"...Dismissed," he growled.

The lieutenants scrambled out, trying (and failing) to hide their smirks.

Alone in the warehouse, Adam waited until the last footsteps faded. Then he stalked to his private quarters—a spartan room with a single cot, weapon racks, and yes, a full-wall poster of Jaune Arc mid-Aura Slash, looking heroic and ridiculously earnest.

On his desk sat three hand-painted action figures: Adam (with a mini Wilt), Blake (posed dramatically with Gambol Shroud), and Jaune (complete with tiny Crocea Mors and removable shield). He hadn't figured out the kung fu action yet, but he'd get it soon.

Adam glanced at the door. Locked.

He picked up Jaune's figure, turning it in the light.

"My eternal rival," he muttered, voice softening just a fraction. "One day, Jaune Arc... we will meet again. And it will be legendary."

He set Jaune down opposite his own figure, carefully positioning them for maximum dramatic tension.

Then, in a whisper barely audible:

"'You were a worthy opponent, Adam Taurus... to the best enemy I ever had.'"

He posed Adam's figure with Wilt raised high.

"'No, Jaune Arc—the honor was mine!'"

A pause.

"...And then Blake runs in dramatically, conflicted but ultimately choosing—"

Adam froze, realized what he was doing, and hurriedly shoved all three figures into a drawer.

"NOT WEIRD!" he declared to the empty room.
 
Does Jaune have an Adam Taurus tactical model, and if so, what does Blake think?
Blake is weird, she wouldn't understand. She hasn't never felt the need to battle with philosophy and weapons. Just like how she has probably never looked at a beautiful landscape and thought, " This would make a beautiful spot to bleed out after performing my last stand against innumerable odds."
 
Blake is weird, she wouldn't understand. She hasn't never felt the need to battle with philosophy and weapons. Just like how she has probably never looked at a beautiful landscape and thought, " This would make a beautiful spot to bleed out after performing my last stand against innumerable odds."

Jaune - "Women are absolute hypocrites! They ask me to go along shopping with them, and help them decide if something matches the color of their eyes. But, if I ask about the color of a shirt, and how it would look stained with my blood in the moonlight after an epic battle against a worthy foe, suddenly I'm the weird one?!?"
 
This Interaction is Inspired by Jaune SI BS and my own head canon regarding Great Temporal Step Sibling War, I would try to get the characterization as close as possible but it is completely possible I may write something that would stray from the two character's original intent.

I give you, Jaune Once and Future Knight

The hallways of Beacon had changed. Gone were the familiar beiges and muted greys, the practical greens that once defined its quiet discipline. In their place bloomed a richness of hue, velvet purples, burnished golds, deep ambers and radiant yellows, colors that wrapped the academy in defiant splendor.

They circled Beacon like a living mural, a bold refusal against the ever-encroaching darkness that sought to smother the fragile flames of all that yet endured. Each shade felt deliberate, almost reverent, as though the walls themselves remembered what they were protecting. As though someone had taken a color wheel and had decided to overhaul every corner of the institute one spoke at a time.

This rebellion was spoken not merely through saturation, but through form. Hallways once merely prestigious had become unmistakably royal. Ornate detailing traced the arches, tasteful vegetation breathed life into every corner, and the very skeleton of the academy had been reimagined, refined, elevated, and lovingly restored.

It was not the Beacon Jaune Arc knew. It was not his current Academia that he may as well have fought against the world itself to get a chance to attend. No, this Beacon, with its high arches, with marble busts of Heroes he had no recollection of doting every corner, with pupils and faculty out numbering the busiest day of his beloved school..... this was not his Beacon.

More evidence that this was not his world.

Vale had changed, Mistral had changed, Atlas had no mention of but in its place people spoke of the Icy plains of Epimetheus.

As he walked through this living palimpsest of layers of modern and classic, of various countries, he pondered upon his destination.

Three days since he woke up in this World, after already being transmigrated into this body, he had not expected to be part of another multiversal picnic stop, but here he was after attending the reception of his friend/ex-bully he had gone to sleep in the arms of his lovely girlfriend, someone that he had much difficulty accepting in the beginning of this newly topsy-turvy possible after life of his.

He had not but the clothes on his back, waking up in the old apartment he had rented in Vale when he had started his journey to Beacon proper, with an envelope on his chest that spoke to him about this new world in a very utilitarian but sparse detail.

After much silent panicking on his part he had decided to follow the advice of the letter, written in a script that was oddly reminiscent of his own penmanship but more flowy and legalese in its formatting. What he had learned of this world had shaken him, but that just made this trip all the more important.

Now here he was, after getting an anonymous message on his scroll that accompanied him, he walked towards the elevator that took him towards the Headmaster's Office.

He looked into a mirror, a much more regal, mature, older mirror.

The man waiting for him wore command as effortlessly as a tailored coat.
The man waiting for him wore a long, dark overcoat, tailored close and finished with a high collar that framed his face like a uniform refined by time. Muted brass buttons ran down the front in neat, deliberate rows, military in origin, but stripped of insignia or decoration.

The influence of command lingered in the details: squared shoulders, faint piping along the seams, a controlled flare at the waist. Beneath the coat, a crisp white shirt and narrow dark cravat completed the look, formal without excess. Polished boots and pressed trousers spoke of discipline rather than display.

"I didn't know I needed glasses, but it seems that's just another new thing I would need to keep track of", spoke Jaune to this apparent doppelganger of his.

"These? Habit, mostly. They help me focus. A physical reminder.", spoke the man standing in front of a large desk, standing calmly. One would expect him standing like a warrior or a trained soldier, calm but ready for action, but to Jaune's reading he came off as completely civilian. Odd.

"Now then, since it is somewhat clear to you what is happening, let's not tire ourselves and sit, we have much to discuss", said the strange man, as he politely pointed Jaune towards a chair in front of his desk while he took to sitting on the other side of the desk, on a grander chair.


........

As Jaune sat, he agonized over what to say but as if to save him some pain the man opposite to him spoke.

"Let's cut to the chase, yes this is not the Remnant you have come to know, do not worry you will be sent back to your house very soon, and no time would have passed, it took some effort to arrange such fortuitous circumstance but it is well worth it"

"Good then let me ask you another easy question, why?" asked Jaune.

"Perspective mostly", replied the probably older version of him, "To show you that even after the worst of times, humankind, including Faunus in that definition of course, would prosper." he said, "That would be the standard answer I would give you, because I know you realize the cracks underneath the facades"

To that Jaune replied, "....This peace, is somehow even more troubling than the one Ozma established, 16 years after her defeat, and even now you are running this place as if the webs underneath could dissolve."
Jaune continued after swallowing a little, "In that letter, you pointed me towards to things to look for, look underneath the underneath, and it all told me of a world that would heal, but the Doctors would have to fist fight the Gods for every day more"

For a moment, there was nothing but silence but Jaune spoke, "So what do I call you? Jaune Arc? That's still who I am in my head. Right now, you feel… further away from that than I do"

"Call me whatever you want, though Arc has been a common one to refer to me after so many years", spoke the more experienced looking man.

"Then tell me, Arc, you know a lot about what I am, not just externally but internally, spiritually, tell me what is the point of all this, not just this Remnant but me being me , why did I end up riding shotgun in someone else's life while the world suddenly hinges on things that shouldn't matter this much?", fervently asked Jaune.

"Its not up to us to decide what the collective rolling averages of the forces of the world consider important." said Arc, now looking a little sullen but still confidently looking in Jaune's eyes.

"I love this world, its people, what it represents." he said

"I love this world simply because it is where everyone I love lives, where I keep all my stuff ha ha ha, but it is much more than that, a place where stories come to rest, yet for every scrape of peace we earn, several more factors work to accelerate entropy. The fact of the matter is I simply could not accept the cost it came with, the sacrifices all those that should have lived and prospered had to make while the enemy sat in its grand halls."

"That still doesn't explain why all this? Why Jaune Arc and I?" asked Jaune.

"Because I do not have anyone else to fall back to, not in this world; not in any other", said Arc, "I am Jaune Arc, and only his choices do I have control over, you know of a world where his children found their way to him despite the divergent timelines, yes?"

"Consider yourself in a situation where both the worlds have some problem but different approach towards the solution."

"My world is a Pine that is caught in the fires, it may not be able to save itself, but as long as the seeds remain, life wins. I want to make places where everyone I have come to love may find peace."

"All that but it doesn't explain to me what happened to the Jaune whose life I upended"

"You didn't upend anyone's life, take that fear of being a parasite out of your mind.", said Arc, "You have given this story to everyone around you that you are an Oracle, yes?"

"Well that is the one that fits the best."

"Then let me ask you this, why do you remember everything in such a stark detail? Why despite being uncountable eons away from primary sources you remember things in such a reliable manner?" daringly challenged Arc, to which Jaune fell silent. He looked for answers that called to him, but as if some final push was required he couldn't make it on his own.

"Let's go a step further even, you are a good man, so you have self control, but what has made you noble, resourceful, and so eager to jump into the fires? Beyond the call of duty, thinking of yourself as someone who doesn't belong, beyond just your unique situation"

Arc removed his glasses, rubbing his eyes and then calmly set them down. As he focused on Jaune again, Jaune noticed how much darker his eyes looked, as compared to his Father's.

Father.

Jaune's eyes dilated, as he took a sharp breath, looking intently at Arc, now starting to pin point what he was getting at,"...This wasn't completely random, it was orchestrated, at least to some extent, and Jaune, Jaune, isn't completely gone is he? I am him, and he is ...me?"

That ease with which he noticed things about his, Jaune's parents, how he could integrate into this life, how he could just look into the eyes of this stranger and call him his reflection.

"
In that infinitesimal moment when you woke up, Jaune had a choice, Destiny made a tryst with him, the Tree, the Blacksmith, the force of nature you call Juniper, whatever thing you could think of, they rolled a dice."

"Truth is, this world wants to live, wants to prosper, yet things have gone FUBAR, so now it's carpet bombing solutions, Moses became the Noah for the other world, you simply became for this."

"You talk of the world as if it is....alive, as if there is a giant consciousness that silently judges it all"

"It is not exactly that. Think of it as the halfway point between Evolution and genuine Intelligence. It simply spread its roots to where it would keep it more alive, but then some took notice of it and decided to be proactive"

"Then where do I settle on this? Just an unwilling observer folded into it this chaos?" asked Jaune.

"I.... I am sorry, sometimes it does things no one is capable of predicting, believe me I have no control over the processes or what it thinks, but please understand, if there is a solution I am looking for it"

".....Literally Grand Ordered me into this, great. Want some free advice?" asked Jaune.

"Hmmm", inquisitively gestured Arc.

"Stop looking for these kind of things. As much as I was not a part of this, it's now personal, yeah it could be due to our shared life experiences, could be thousand other factors, but now in for a penny in for a pound I am seeing this through, I may not be this Hero/Deuteragonist like this blonde one, but I got my own pride as a man dammit, I know whatever happened to me wasn't probably nice or peaceful that my Soul ended so so far away from home, So instead of trying to be like Ozma junior, start looking for other solutions to your problems as well."

"Thank You, It really does help a lot", said Arc, "Now, let's get to my favorite part, shall we?".

"You have a favorite part in all of this?" asked Jaune quite befuddled.

"Would planning ways to Bitch slap Salem, Politically sweet talking all the greedy bastards on the planet into donating their Spine, and conveying designs and strategies to... what do they call it? Bring High Impact freedom to the Grimm count as a favorite part?" asked Arc.

"....Well, guess there had to be meat in this stupid sandwich of a world finally" said Jaune, "Talk shop, though if I could get something to drink, it would be golden."

"Agreed, I am partial to cold coffee, you?"

"Get me the same, Please and Thank You."

"Alright, and I suppose hard drinks for the After Party?"

"Ehhh, I wasn't gonna but if you insist." replied Jaune

They both laughed as Arc messaged the intercomm.

Two men sat in a grand office, planning, preparing.

Darkness approaches from all corners, it is ceaseless, blighted, voracious, yet those who stand against it are oft of remarkable ken.
 

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