[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[zMADLAXz]

As an expansion to one idea that caught my fancy though... Jaune the Mad Lad.

Cardin and team CRDL being the ones who learn that Jaune was A: Crazy enough to forge his way into Beacon, B: Crazy enough to go through Initiation without Aura and C: Crazy enough to do ALL of that, and still survive? Is when they consider him the Maddest of Lads. And thus provide a happy masculine support network for Jaune and Ren so that they can be guys in peace.

Jaune: "I just... What does she SEE in Neptune? That guy?"

Cardin: "Seriously dude, fuck that guy."

Russel: "He thinks he's sooo cool with his damn pick up lines! He flirts with anything that moves!"

Sky: "Like, does she have that low of self esteem she'll fall to some pretty boy who flatters her?"

Dove: "You may have dodged a bullet, Jaune. Imagine if she did like you. She'd be emotionally needy and pushy."

Jaune: "I mean... I might like that? I like assertive girls who can fight and are confident."

Cardin: "Then date Xiao-Long. Come on Bro! Do it!"

Jaune: "I uh... Well..."

Ren: "Have you any advice for me?"

Cardin: "Marry the orangette before someone else does, dude."

Ren: "... You think someone else might be... Into her?" Ominous

Cardin: "Sky?"

Sky: "Er well ya know... I just heard rumors-"

Russel: "Neptune said he wanted to make that orange shortstack of pancakes his."

Ren: "... I see."

Jaune: draws his sword "I'm totally fine with beating him up if you are, Ren."

Ren: "No Jaune, you would be the obvious suspect."

Dove: "Every man in this school would be an obvious suspect for beating him up."

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Man we all need to get off Neptune's ass.

This boy is getting discounts on all you can eat buffets of Knuckle Sandwich across Space and Time.

And to be completely fair, Sun also deserves some jokes on his behalf for his simping even if he is a pretty cool character.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The sky above Atlas was a maelstrom of fire and ash, the once-proud city crumbling into a frozen grave. The flying city groaned, its hull splintered and tilting, a dying beast plummeting toward the icy tundra below as Grimm reigned supreme above and below it.

Jaune Arc and Pyrrha Nikos stood on a warped bridge near the city center, the Staff of Creation pulsing faintly in Jaune's grip, its light a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. Thousands were dead, Atlas's gleaming spires reduced to rubble, and Team RWBY and JNR had fought to their limits to stop Pyrrha—once their friend, a champion, now a cyborg enforcer forged by Jacques Schnee's cruelty and reprogrammed by Arthur Watts to serve Salem's will.

Yet they'd gotten most of the population away through portals generated by the Staff. The Staff Jaune now kept from Pyrrha. Kept from Salem.

Pyrrha's emerald eyes, once warm and kind, glowed with an unnatural crimson, her cybernetic limbs gleaming under the flickering lights of the city's failing systems. Her movements were precise, mechanical, yet carried the deadly grace of the warrior she'd been. Jaune faced her, Crocea Mors trembling in his hands, his aura flickering like a candle in a storm. He was battered, bloodied, his armor dented from her relentless assault, but his blue eyes burned with unyielding resolve. The fight had been brutal, a dance of desperation and memory, each blow a plea to reach the Pyrrha buried beneath the programming.

All to let the people of the city escape. To be safe.

She lunged, her spear Milo a blur of crimson and steel, its Dust-infused tip crackling with electricity. Jaune parried, the impact jarring his arms, his shield absorbing the brunt of her enhanced strength. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed, the deck buckling beneath them. Pyrrha's cybernetic arm whirred, pistons hissing as she drove a fist toward his chest. Jaune twisted, his aura flaring to deflect the blow, but the force sent him skidding across the deck, his boots scraping against warped metal.

"Pyrrha, please!" Jaune shouted, his voice raw, cracking with emotion. "This isn't you! You know who you are!"

Her head twitched, a glitch in her movements, as if his words pierced the fog of her programming. But Watts's code surged, her crimson eyes flaring brighter.

"Target: Jaune Arc. Objective: Retrieve the Staff. Eliminate resistance," she intoned, her voice a chilling blend of her own and the machine's monotone. She hurled Akoúo—now a disc of deadly precision—at Jaune, its edges spinning with lethal force.

Jaune dove, the disc grazing his shoulder, tearing through his armor and drawing blood. He rolled to his feet, gripping the Staff tighter, its warmth a reminder of what was at stake.

"I know you're in there, Pyr!" he yelled, ducking as Milo's spear form stabbed toward his heart. He countered, his blade slashing across her cybernetic arm, sparks erupting where steel met steel. "You're my partner! My friend! You're Pyrrha Nikos! You... You love me! And I love you!"

Her movements faltered, a flicker of green in her eyes, but the programming snapped back, relentless. She shifted Milo to rifle mode, firing a barrage of Dust rounds. Jaune raised his shield, his aura straining under the onslaught, each impact driving him back toward the ship's gaping edge. The deck tilted further, gravity pulling at them as the city's descent accelerated, the roar of wind and creaking metal drowning out all else.

Jaune saw an opening and charged, his Semblance surging, amplifying his aura to bolster his strength. He tackled Pyrrha, pinning her against a bulkhead, their faces inches apart. "You saved me once," he whispered, his voice trembling, blood dripping from a cut on his brow.

"Let me save you now. Please."

She knocked him back with an elbow, and he stumbled. He stood on the bridge, the flying city shuddering as it fell.

"You must be eliminated," Pyrrha stated coldly, mechanically.

His shoulder drooped, exhaustion hitting him. Emotional, physical. He took a deep breath. He'd done... He'd done all he could.

He shook his head.

"... I won't fight you anymore," Jaune whispered. He dropped his weapons, only holding onto the Staff.

Pyrrha's eyes again glowed red as she charged. She slammed him into the bridge, pushing his head off the edge. She seized his throat to choke him, but her grip hesitated, her eyes flickering between crimson and green.

"Jaune…" she murmured, her true voice breaking through, fragile and pained. The city shuddered, a massive groan signaling its final collapse as the bridge began to crack and splinter around them. Jaune's grip on the Staff slipped, and Pyrrha's programming surged, her spear arm rearing back.

But Jaune didn't flinch. His cupped her face.

"I'm with you, Pyr," he said, his voice steady despite the blood and pain. "Til the end of the line. I won't... I won't leave you again. Never again..."

His Aura flickered and broke, as he fell unconscious.

The words shattered something inside her. Pyrrha's eyes widened, green overtaking crimson, her cybernetic arm trembling as Watts's code battled her will... And lost.

"Oh no, no, no, wha—what have I done?" she gasped, her voice breaking. She stroked Jaune's bloodied face, pulling him close, her metal fingers gentle despite their strength. Her mind felt like it was splitting apart, memories of Beacon, of laughter, of love, clashing with the cold directives implanted in her brain.

A deafening groan tore through the air as the part of the bridge Jaune was lying on gave way, metal twisting and snapping. Jaune slipped from her grasp, his body tumbling toward the icy plain far below, the Staff falling with him.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha screamed, her voice raw, human. She leapt after him, her cybernetic limbs propelling her through the air. In free fall, she caught his limp form, pulling him close, her arms wrapping around him as the wind roared.

"I'm with you, Jaune!" she cried, tears streaming from her eyes, mingling with the frost. "I'll always be with you!"

Together, they plunged into abyss, the impact a shock of cold and darkness, their fates entwined as the wreckage of Atlas burned above, the Staff's faint glow sinking into the depths with them.

 

[Unknown_One]

Man we all need to get off Neptune's ass.

This boy is getting discounts on all you can eat buffets of Knuckle Sandwich across Space and Time.

And to be completely fair, Sun also deserves some jokes on his behalf for his simping even if he is a pretty cool character.

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Sun: Walking around with his abs showing "Wow, never thought there would be so many beautiful girls at Beacon!"

Yang: Overheard Sun's remark "Oh? Who's been catching your eye?"

Sun: "Blake, mainly. Something about her is just…"

Yang: "The Cat's meow?"

Sun: chuckles "Sonething like that… but why aren't you-"

Yang: "What? Fawning over your abs? Thirstier than a dehydrated flower getting water?"

Sun: Slightly bashful, and with wounded pride "Y-yeah?"

Yang: "You realize we're in the hallway between the weight room and the locker room, right?"

Sun: Finally twigs on "Yeah?"

Jaune walks out of the locker room with Pyrrha, Pyrrha is wearing a sports bra and workout shorts, her own abs are perfectly flat and toned.

Sun then see's Jaune using the front of his shirt as a mini-towel. The seemingly granite chiseled abs, the sculpted pectoral muscles, and-

Sun: "Dude! How did you get those scars?!"

Jaune: Sighs in an annoyed fashion and deadpans "Hello, Sun. I'm doing great. How are you?"

Sun: Blushes as he knows he was just an inadvertent dick "Sorry, dude. I was just wonder-"

Pyrrha: Pulls Jaune into the locker room "Let's get cleaned up, Jaune."

Jaune nods and walks with Pyrrha to the Locker room

Sun: Gaping at the recent memory of what he saw

Yang: "Any other questions?" Leaves to the locker room with Pyrrha and Jaune

 

[Hyperionthetitan]

I'm with you, Jaune!" she cried, tears streaming from her eyes, mingling with the frost. "I'll always be with you!"

Together, they plunged into abyss, the impact a shock of cold and darkness, their fates entwined as the wreckage of Atlas burned above, the Staff's faint glow sinking into the depths with them.

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Now they can start their own kingdom in the wonderland

 

[Bommel]

Winter Soldier Pyrrha Rough

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Another Pyrrha resurection idea could be the comic book clusterf*ck that is the Spider-Man Clone Saga.

 

[SharkCultist]

For the second time Jaune gets to "enjoy" a Isekai adventure.

After leaving the Forge with team RWBY somehow he was plucked from the group mid-travel.

He's been kidnapped. By a very very VERY possessive goddess who for some reason Is focused on him.

He has no clue what he could have done to earn the attention of Pyr the newborn goddess of magic, maidens, and warriors.

Hopefully Ruby and the others will be ok without him. Something tells him he's not leaving any time soon.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Hrm. I did have an idea for RWBY a few months ago but didn't know what do to with it. Basically a third faction that was trying to get their hands on magic and remove both Ozpin and Salem. They aren't exactly heroes though because they want to rule Remnant with magic. Basically a secret cabal. They could have a good point, that Ozma's divorce with his wife has been a plague on mankind and he hasn't stopped her. But at the same time they're also power hungry assholes.

I don't want it to be an edgy Mary Sue Organization, you know? But I'm not sure what to actually do with it. So who has ideas?

 

[SharkCultist]

Hrm. I did have an idea for RWBY a few months ago but didn't know what do to with it. Basically a third faction that was trying to get their hands on magic and remove both Ozpin and Salem. They aren't exactly heroes though because they want to rule Remnant with magic. Basically a secret cabal. They could have a good point, that Ozma's divorce with his wife has been a plague on mankind and he hasn't stopped her. But at the same time they're also power hungry assholes.

I don't want it to be an edgy Mary Sue Organization, you know? But I'm not sure what to actually do with it. So who has ideas?

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What about having them massively misunderstanding magic?

"Once we have magic we can just use it and cast whatever to reincarnation spell Ozpin is under to fix our mistakes."

It's a group of people who think war crimes don't matter because they believe magic can just fix everything.

Imagine it. You see a guy. Friendly, cheerful, playing with sick kids at a hospital. That he's going to firebomb less than a hour later without losing his grin or throwing up his lunch.