[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Dragon Bob]

So! Other than time travel, how else might Arslan and Pyrrha learn of this misunderstanding and try to become friends?

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There's a lot of options, easiest is to have a third party force them to talk about their relationship, either by explaining it to one of them or asking about it when they are both present.

That's also less fun, so we have some other options. So Arslan thinks she's not a good enough rival for Pyrrha for a bunch of reasons. Therefore either Pyrrha needs to get someone who can beat her in a fight or a rival who is constantly losing the fight. This could cause a bunch of angst in Arslan since Arslan will see it as proof she isn't good enough. That would be able to build into an outburst.
Second, Arslan could give up and start looking for a new rival. Someone on RWBY or Jnpr. This person would understand what having a rival means and be okay with it, but Pyrrha would be outraged that Arslan couldn't beat her so Arslan started picking on Pyrrha's friends.

 

[Bev]

The lack of communication is probably a good way to put it.

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Communication. Something that should be so easy but is actually like trying to straighten a tangled thread knot dipped in grease.

 

[Bommel]

Idea for Cowboy Jaune.

Spoiler: Shakespeare as a Western

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6RhFLwl3xfk

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24cVbBbPO60

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jGnflKUAVE

Cowboy Jaune has adventures like those of Shakespear plays (both the tragedies and comedies), or alternetavely, cowboy Jaune is really well read in classic literature and plays, much to the suprise of everyone.

- Despite all appearances and what people expect from Jaune due to stereotypes, Jaune's actually a protegy/genius, but was held back from an exellerated education due to circumstances (the frontier has a constant need for hard work, scouting, fending off Grimm and repairing stuff, or Isabel also wanted him to be a doctor besides being a huntsman).
(not sure if it was already established in another idea/story in this thread that Jaune was a genius).

- alternative idea based on the cowboy Jaune idea; Viking Jaune.
Jaune has a northic looking armor, long hair, possibly with multiple braids, may use an axe or more northic sword, instead of a big horse Jaune rides a small Icelandic horse (very tiny, but incredibly hardy and long-lived), knows a lot about boths, that sort of stuff.
He probably has experiance with dealing with sea Grimm as well as other kinds, and may be very insecure that he isn't "manly enough" (which historically vikings were kinda obsessed with, or their version of being manly anyway), maybe because his Semblance seems more magicy and heal/support based, and maybe he has trouble growing a beard.
Some girls may be really into Viking Jaune's rough but groomed look, while also discovering his somewhat hidden/secret sensative side
Now Viking Jaune doesn't need to be really accurate to the actual historical vikings, but it can serve as an interesting sourse of inspiration.

Spoiler: Fun Viking facts.

• Vikings were only seasonally active, the rest of the time they were things like farmers.
• Vikings had excellent hygiene, bathing at least once per week, and had multiple grooming tools such as combs, razors, and ear cleaner spoons.
• Viking women had a lot of rights for their time, such as inherit property, request a divorce, reclaim their dowries if their marriages ended, protected by law from a range of unwanted male attention, and could even become warriors without being looked down upon.
• In ancient Norse culture, men practicing magic (called seiðr) were considered ergi, or unmanly, for doing so and greatly scorned, because this required receiving semen, which meant that one had to bottom while having sex with a man (being a top was okay, but they held bottoming is shameful). This is even brought up by the magical trickster god Loki in Lokasenna where Loki openly mocked Odin, the king of the Norse gods, for practicing seiðr after Odin had mocked him for shapeshifting into different female forms and thus bearing children.
• They skied for fun.
• Boats were incredibly important in their culture, being burried with small boats, inside a large boat, being cremated on a boat

Spoiler: Also, Vikings would want to wear pink and sparkly outfits. 💖

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBHn5zwZMkw

 

[LordofBones]

-Yang is deeply offended at being called a tomboy (This happened in RWBY Chibi). She thus resolves to act more feminine! And has Jaune Arc help her since who would know better about the feminine than a farmboy with seven sisters?

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Yang: "The hell? A cowboy hat and boots, daisy dukes and a tied off plaid shirt?"
Jaune: *subtle trollface* "What else did you mean?"

 

[Abramus5250]

I was just thinking about how old Glynda and the others would be and came to the conclusion that she may have had a similar situation to Ruby for this universe. Prodigy getting into Beacon early, as if Isabel and Nick got in at 18 and graduated 4 years later, assuming Jaune is the youngest and his sisters were being conceived within a month of the previous one's birth (given the Arc genes and their parents, this is quite likely and there must be some Irish twins on top of the normal twins), then if Jaune is 18 when coming to Beacon, Glynda and the others would be at minimum in her early 40s.

That is assuming she was at Beacon at the same time and the entire time. Then that could bring her back to mid 30s

Then again, with Aura seeming to extend lifespans/slow biological aging, Hunters and Huntresses are likely more fertile/virile for much longer. Meaning even if she was 40 she might as well be 30 in comparison to our world.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

It was seldom that Blake Belladonna would ever admit to making a mistake. She wanted to believe they were just setbacks, wrong turns, not full on errors on her part. After all, she was trying to bring justice to the world. She was fighting for her people to be free and equal!



She couldn't afford to make mistakes.



However, she'd started to re-examine that assumption after leaving Adam and the White Fang. With the White Fang she had felt increasingly isolated and alone as she voiced her opinions and desires, and was humored, patronized and ignored. She had felt like she was the only one who had kept sight of their mission: Equality, not domination.



When she'd had enough, she ran away. She found Jaune, and for the first time in a long time? She had felt listened to.

She didn't tell him everything, but she did voice her worries and concerns. He had listened. Even if he couldn't do anything else for her, he had listened and taken her seriously. He had done his best to help her. They had trained together and he had helped her feel safe.

Blake hadn't felt safe in a long time. And for a time, her new team had also made her feel safe. Beacon had felt safe.



So when her team found out she was formally White Fang? That safety was gone. So she had run away again.



She'd run into Sun Wukong, a nice enough Faunus boy. Honestly? Too nice, too flirty. He was confident and sunny, yes, but took nothing seriously. Not as much as she would like. Still, he was kind enough to tell her about a White Fang operation at the docks, and even kinder to fight with her.



She hadn't made a mistake. She was... She was going to fix things. She was going to correct an error. It couldn't be the White Fang at the docks, or if it was? They were taking orders from some human criminal.



Well... As she laid on the hard concrete after taking a powerful hit, her Aura flickering around her, she realized she was half-right.



Roman Torchwick, gentleman thief and gangster, scowled at the tall, hulking reptilian Faunus who swaggered up beside him. He was swinging around a giant monk's spade with Dust-powered flamethrowers attached. He wore only a pair of pants and a White Fang mask around his neck like a collar: He was heavily muscled and covered in scales, bald, with sharp teeth, red eyes, and a long swinging tail behind him.



He was Thanh Qingquong, a gangster and murderer, a Komodo Dragon Faunus... And a former member of the White Fang.



Or so Blake thought.



"Took you long enough," Roman groused, "Kitty-Kat was all over me!"



The reptile Faunus grinned, baring his sharp fangs.



"I had to deal with the monkey whelp," he sneered.



Blake sat up and gasped.



"Sun! What did you do to him-?!"



"Knocked him out," Thanh chuckled, "I'll suck the marrow from his bones soon enough! You though..." He pointed the monk spade at her, "Adam's gonna want you back, kitty." He grinned terribly.



"But not before I get a piece~..."



"You-You can't work for Adam," Blake gasped, "You-You murderer! He banished you! He told me-!"



"He lied, Little Cat," Thanh cackled, "Just to spare his little princess' feelings! How do you like that?"



"But you-you can't work with humans!" Blake growled.



"Said by the cat whoring herself out to humans," Thanh sneered, "I can smell them on you even now. Pathetic."



He stomped over to her. He swung his monk spade down, and she barely rolled out of the way. She got to her feet, unsteady, and unleashed several shots. Thanh ignored the bullets as he charged, swinging wildly. Blake dodged with her incredible agility, but a blast from the flamethrowers forced her to evade in mid-air with a clone.



He twisted his spade upwards, and smacked her across the face. She tumbled through the air and slammed into a crate, smashing it beneath her. She groaned as Thanh stalked over towards her, drooling over his sharp teeth.



"Now... Adam didn't say how to bring you back," he chuckled, leering up and down her body, "But I don't think he'll mind if I have a taste~..."



Blake gritted her teeth. It was... It was all her fault. Everything... She had to get away, she had to...!



Thanh raised his spade over his head, and swung down. Blake tried to move, tried to summon her Aura-



The monk spade clanged loudly against steel. Blake blinked, dumbfounded, as she saw a familiar boy with blond hair and a sword and shield standing in front of her.



"Jaune?!"



"Blake! RUN!" Jaune shouted. He shoved Thanh's spade aside and thrust his blade for his stomach. His sword pierced through, right to the hilt. Jaune looked up in shock. Thanh just smirked, and laughed. He then swung a great arm and backhanded Jaune, so hard he went flying.



"JAUNE!" Blake screamed, as Jaune slammed into some nearby crates with a loud crash. Thanh cackled as the wound healed.



"Another simp trying to help you, huh?" Thanh laughed. "You only attract the weak, just like you..."



She could hear gunfire nearby: Familiar gunfire. Ruby and her friends were storming in, she could hear it. But Thanh was already stalking towards Jaune, twirling his massive weapon around. Blake struggled to her feet and dashed after the brute. She leaped up onto his back and wrapped her arms around his throat. Thanh's tail cracked like a whip, several times, beating Blake on her back as he reached up to grab her. She tried to evade, but a tail whip forced her down and Thanh gripped her arm. He pulled her over and held her up and away from him, laughing at her. She struggled to get free, kicking and punching and biting, but Thanh just kept laughing.



"End of the line, princess!" He snarled. He slammed her to the ground, cratering it under her body. She yowled in pain, and shrieked when he stomped down on her chest. He leered down at her as he reached out for Jaune.



"First, I'm going to eat your little boyfriend," he sneered, "Then? I'll see about you~..."



No... No, please, Blake prayed, please... Someone... Anyone...! PLEASE! Don't let him pay for my mistakes! PLEASE!



Thanh's terrible face leered down at her. He licked his lips, his sharp teeth glistened in the moonlight... And then a fist met the side of his jaw.



His eyes widened in shock. His jaw deformed from the force of the blow. Teeth and blood flew out of his mouth as he was knocked off his feet. He went flying right into a forklift, breaking it in two and making it explode.



Blake stared at the fiery wreck, before slowly looking over at their savior.



Doctor Knowall stood there, cracking his knuckles, his face a stern mask of pure, cold rage.



"Belladonna," he barked, "Look after Arc. I'll handle this."



"Y-Yes sir," Blake managed, too shocked to disobey. She got up and checked on the groaning Jaune as Knowall walked in front of them.



Blake pulled out her Scroll and linked it to Jaune: His Aura was regenerating, and he was conscious. Relief filled her as she squeezed his hand. He opened his eyes and blinked away stars.



"Ugh... You okay, Blake?" He asked.



"Yes," Blake insisted, "How did you-?"



"Heard about White Fang operating here," Jaune wheezed, "Called in everyone to come here when I heard gunfire... I-I'm sorry I couldn't-"



Blake smiled and squeezed his hand, fighting tears.



"There's nothing to apologize for," she whispered.



Thanh burst out of the wreckage, roaring in rage.



"Who has the fucking balls?!"



Knowall eyed him with a bored look, the wind from the ocean making his white coat wave slightly.



"Thanh Qingquong, aka Thanh the Immortal?" Doctor Knowall asked. Thanh sneered.



"That's me!"



"You possess a Regenerative Semblance, correct?" Knowall asked calmly, his sensible shoes making barely any sound as he walked towards him. Thanh cackled.



"YES! I can regenerate from any injury, no matter how severe, little man!"



Elsewhere, she could see the rest of RWBY and JNPR appear, fighting through the White Fang members. She could even see Sun: Unconcious, but being carried by Nora. Relief flooded her.



He's okay... He's okay...



Thanh cackled again and pointed his monk spade at Knowall.



"So you have no chance, little man! No matter what you can throw at me, I'll just keep coming back!"



Knowall nodded.



"Well, that's great news!" Knowall said cheerfully.



"Oh? And why is that?" Thanh sneered. "You happy to die to an immortal, foolish ape?!"



Knowall calmly pulled his labcoat off, and tossed it aside. Weiss caught it, flushing bright red, as Knowall next pulled off his jacket and then unbuttoned his sleeves. He rolled them up, loosened his tie... And grinned the most terrifying smile Blake could ever remember seeing.



"Because I don't have to hold back," Knowall growled, before he lunged.



Blake could admit to making many mistakes. She would deal with that. But it was somewhat comforting to know that Thanh the Immortal had made even worse ones.



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Doctor Knowall's first attack was a series of jabs, quick and calculated. Nothing fancy, nothing too complex. Thanh contemptuously blocked each one, then let loose a roundhouse kick at Knowall. Knowall took the hit to his temple, and skidded a bit from the impact. He heard his students and his younger self gasp in shock. He heard Thanh laugh, and saw the rest of his White Fang goons cheer.



"HA! Is that the best you can do, doctor?" Thanh sneered, "I'll enjoy making these girls my bitches while I gnaw on your bones!"



Knowall slowly turned back to Thanh. He cracked his neck. He spat out some blood. He resumed his terrifying smile.



"Thanks. All I needed to know," Knowall stated, "You won't be hitting me again."



Thanh laughed mockingly, and swung a clawed hand at him.



"I think not-!"



Knowall ducked under the swing and planted his fist into Thanh's floating ribs, shattering them with the blow. Thanh's laugh turned into a cry of pain, and the big Faunus punched and kicked furiously. With contemptuous ease, Knowall blocked, slapped away, or dodged every blow before he put an uppercut into Thanh's jaw, again knocking out a lot of sharp teeth and blood.



"Attend, students," Knowall said, almost conversationally, as he slammed a palm strike into Thanh's nose, "While Aura can protect you from many injuries, the proper application of force can still let you damage vulnerable areas on an opponent's body."



The Faunus roared and fell back. He swung around, cracking his tail like a bullwhip. Knowall caught it with one hand, not moved an inch.



"For instance, joints are always a potential target in a fight, and only require the proper leverage to exploit," Knowall went on, snapping several vertebrae in Thanh's tail. Thanh roared in pain, and swung back around as his face and mouth healed. He again attacked, this time swinging his monk's spade at Knowall.



The doctor calmly jumped over the swing at his feet, and delivered a kick right into Thanh's face with a bony crunch.



"Other targets are an enemy's eyes, nose, mouth," Knowall went on over Thanh's howl of pain, "Or anything else sensitive and external."



He dodged around Thanh's wild swings with his polearm, and calmly grabbed his wrist. He then thrust his palm against Thanh's elbow, snapping it and making him drop his weapon.



"AARRGGHHH!"



Thanh again retreated, breathing hard. His eye and face repaired itself, while his elbow returned to its previous state. Thanh snarled, bloodlust in his eyes.



"I WILL USE YOUR HEAD AS A CHAMBER POT!" He shrieked, lunging with his claws and sharp teeth. Knowall again dodged out of the way and slammed the people's elbow into the back of his neck, ramming him into the pavement so hard it shattered like glass.



"And of course, keep in mind other weakpoints you can exploit," Knowall went on. He grabbed Thanh's tail and held it out of the way as he stomped on Thanh's left thigh, "breaking the femur is almost always a death sentence to an enemy."



"GYAAHHHH!"



Thanh rolled and slashed at Knowall again. The doctor nimbly jumped out of the way, as Thanh staggered back to his feet. He was panting hard, his femur healing quickly. He snarled in rage at Knowall.



"I'LL EAT YOUR ENTRAILS! YOU CAN'T BEAT ME! I AM IMMORTAL! I AM-!"



His Aura flared around him... And then shattered. Thanh fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, his body twitching sporadically. Thanh gaped in disbelief at Knowall, as did the rest of the White Fang and the students.



"Wha... Whab dib you... Whab...?"



"Funny thing about automatic Semblances," Knowall said almost cheerfully, "If you don't have good Aura control, they'll just keep operating and draining away your energy. In your case, it's to regenerate from damage. So while I hit you, I inflicted a few... Shall we say... Status effects?"



Thanh's eyes bugged out in horror. He began to cough up blood as Knowall continued.



"Kidney disease here, lymphatic function disorder there... Your Semblance kept curing it all! But that all drains Aura." He paused. "Especially the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis I gave you from the start."



"A what?" Blake gasped, having gotten Jaune over to teams RWBY and JNPR (with Sun too, though he was still out). Jaune's eyes widened.



"It-It's a progressive neurological disease," he explains, "It destroys the nerve cells in the brain and nervous system..."



Thanh swung an arm desperately at his troops, drooling helplessly.



"KILL! KILV HIB!"



The White Fang stared at their leader, and then at the doctor. Knowall smiled unpleasantly.



"You have two options," Knowall stated coldly, "Surrender and turn yourselves in... Or you can join 'the Immortal' in the hospital ward of the local prison for the rest of your lives. You have ten seconds."



It only took a second for the terrorists to begin throwing down their weapons and putting up their hands. Knowall nodded in satisfaction.



"Wise decision."



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Yes, Knowall did hit Thanh with the same disease that Doctor Stephen Hawking had.

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

This was glorious!