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[Ardrianian]

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So, what other dinosaurs are at the Radian Dinosaur Sanctuary? They do have a brachiosaurus, some Troodons, and a mating pair of Tyrannosaurus Rex along with Hanako. So what else is at the Sanctuary?

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Tricerotops, Stegosaurus, Hadrosauridae (think Ducky from land before time), the nigersaurus (for the meme), pachycephalosaurus (the one that uses it's head as a battering ram)

 

[ExFelineServer3]

Off the top of my head, Lokiceratops (North America), Nanotyrannus (North America), Velociraptor (the real ones not JP) as the Dromaeosaurs are related to the Troodontids ( they share feathers and sickle claws), Kaprosuchus (a predatory land crocodilian from North America).
Now these are not dinosaurs but they could have been prehistoric mesothermic reptilians; draconids, specifically drakes (quadrupedal wingless dragons basically), wyverns and theropod draconids ( similar to T-Rex and others but with longer arms, etc.)
Inspirations would be Dragon Bosster, Howto Train Your Dragon, some from Monster Hunter and a few others sources.

 

[Handspan]

I've always had a soft spot for the carcharodon family. This includes the mapusaurus, giganotosaurus, tyranitine and of course a carcharodontosaurus. All of these goliaths were nearly as massive as a tyrannosaur and a bit taller and longer. It's like comparing a basketball player to a football player. Taller and more limber versus slightly shorter and significantly heavier. Their jaws were pretty interesting in that they were meant for fast rapid bites compared to hydraulic press a T-Rex has for a face. As far as I'm aware they were also surprisingly social and willing to tolerate the presence of other of their own kind. They're not wolf social, but they're willing to have their brother in the area.

Another dinosaur that I have always liked is the Carnotaurus. When I was growing up there was a dinosaur movie with the Carnotaurus as the main villain. They are substantial Predators standing at around 10 ft at the hip, some 25 ft long and a ton or two. The real terrifying thing is these beasts were meant for speed. Chasing things down at impressive rates and finishing them off with either a head slam or a quick bite. They were fast, clocking in at 30 to 35 miles an hour.

 

[TheFabulousCustodes]

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So, what other dinosaurs are at the Radian Dinosaur Sanctuary? They do have a brachiosaurus, some Troodons, and a mating pair of Tyrannosaurus Rex along with Hanako. So what else is at the Sanctuary?

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Some kind of flying dinosaur that chases Qrow around.

Also, Zwei and Benny need a team up short.

 

[Hahoalki]

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So, what other dinosaurs are at the Radian Dinosaur Sanctuary? They do have a brachiosaurus, some Troodons, and a mating pair of Tyrannosaurus Rex along with Hanako. So what else is at the Sanctuary?

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Brachiosaurus is an odd one, and may not like modern flora, given that back then, flowering plants didn't exist.

I'd recommend something like Alamosaurus. While most of the complete specimens are under 40 tonnes, there are fragmentary remains that indicate it could have reached double that mass - or even more. And since it was a Late Cretaceous animal, it would have been able to cope with modern plants better.

If you're certain you want Brachiosaurus specifically, its dietary needs should be commented upon.

The obvious addition, of course, is Triceratops. The traditional rival of Tyrannosaurus. And to complete the Hell Creek Trifecta, Edmontosaurus would make another great addition.

Medium-sized ornithopods (eg, Thescelosaurus) would be an interesting addition, though unlikely to attract large crowds.

I have a love of Abelisaurs. There weren't any in North America, but they lived everywhere else (the ceratopsian/tyrannosaur combo was actually pretty unique - sauropods and abelisaurs were the dominant species throughout most of the world during the late cretaceous).

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Brachiosaurus is an odd one, and may not like modern flora, given that back then, flowering plants didn't exist.

I'd recommend something like Alamosaurus. While most of the complete specimens are under 40 tonnes, there are fragmentary remains that indicate it could have reached double that mass - or even more. And since it was a Late Cretaceous animal, it would have been able to cope with modern plants better.

If you're certain you want Brachiosaurus specifically, its dietary needs should be commented upon.

The obvious addition, of course, is Triceratops. The traditional rival of Tyrannosaurus. And to complete the Hell Creek Trifecta, Edmontosaurus would make another great addition.

Medium-sized ornithopods (eg, Thescelosaurus) would be an interesting addition, though unlikely to attract large crowds.

I have a love of Abelisaurs. There weren't any in North America, but they lived everywhere else (the ceratopsian/tyrannosaur combo was actually pretty unique - sauropods and abelisaurs were the dominant species throughout most of the world during the late cretaceous).

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I just made it a sauropod, so I can make it an Alamosaurus later.

The dinosaurs from the Jurassic and Triassic would need some more specialized biomes given Radian's climate would be too dry for them.

 

[SharkCultist]

Ruby gets to meet some extended family!

A random blood test she took and sent off to see if she had any more relatives hiding around Remnant actually pinged her with a result.

She's got a cousin around her age and he'd be happy to meet her! She's just gotta meet him at....bowman supermax prison?!

She's definitely gonna be having words with cousin Jack Spicer.

Like what the heck he did to end up in prison?!

 

[dragon_cloud16]

Ruby gets to meet some extended family!

A random blood test she took and sent off to see if she had any more relatives hiding around Remnant actually pinged her with a result.

She's got a cousin around her age and he'd be happy to meet her! She's just gotta meet him at....bowman supermax prison?!

She's definitely gonna be having words with cousin Jack Spicer.

Like what the heck he did to end up in prison?!

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Ozpin had him locked away after he kept stealing magical artifacts from both him and Salem in a bid to take over the world. As well as somehow using magic to create bizarre arenas for challenges against his agents that he wins.

Although Ozpin is also confused in how Qrow made one a drinking game and barely won. (Ozpin doesn't know that Jack was using a artifact that gave him the combine drinking ability of all of Ireland and Scottland. With the liver and kidneys to match.)

 

[SharkCultist]

Ozpin had him locked away after he kept stealing magical artifacts from both him and Salem in a bid to take over the world. As well as somehow using magic to create bizarre arenas for challenges against his agents that he wins.

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Pretty much.

Thought the official reason given is also something he did and that would have gotten him thrown into prison.

Here's a fun scientific fact. Gravity dust doesn't like compression. At all. And it's even worse if you have it wrapped around a core of energy dust.

 

[Sliverhero]

THE PATH TO HEAVEN: part 3

Beacon Courtyard

Students swarmed through the courtyard like a multicolored river, bags bumping, voices blending into one chaotic current. Ruby, tiny and excited, tried to weave through it all without losing Yang. "Wow! Look at...oof!"

Someone rushed past, Blake, hood up, eyes down, accidentally shoulder-checking Ruby hard enough to send her stumbling backward.
"Ruby!" Yang reached for her...
...but another hand caught her first.

A weathered, gloved hand.
Ruby blinked up at a tall figure in a torn cloak, his blond hair tangled by the wind, his face older and worn by dust and years.

"Careful there," the wanderer said softly.
His voice was calm. Tired. Gentle. Ruby grabbed his hand, letting him pull her upright. "Th-thanks! I wasn't looking where I was..uh..going."

Yang arrived a beat later, eyeing the man warily. "You okay, Rubes?" Ruby nodded. "Yeah! Thanks to him." Yang looked the stranger over. Rough. Battle-worn. Not a student. Not quite right. But he didn't feel threatening, if anything, he radiated a strange sadness.

"Appreciate you helping my sis," Yang said.
He nodded once, gave a small, almost ghostlike smile, and stepped away, disappearing into the crowd like a shadow swallowed by the sun.

Ruby watched him go, a strange feeling tugging at her chest, recognition without memory. But the moment passed.

Meanwhile: Worm-Jaune (the Double)

On the far side of the courtyard, the other Jaune Arc, clean uniform, bright smile, posture straight with optimism, stood beside Pyrrha signing a few autographs she never asked for.

Students whispered as they walked by: "That's Pyrrha Nikos!" "And that's Jaune Arc—her boyfriend!" "Lucky guy."

Worm-Jaune laughed awkwardly at the attention. It wasn't the attention itself,it was how warm it felt.Warm. Human. His expression softened as Pyrrha elbowed him teasingly. "You're popular today," she said.

He scratched the back of his head shyly, just like the real Jaune would've. "Guess I'm just… lucky, dating the Invincible Girl." Pyrrha blushed a little, looking away. Worm-Jaune's smile faltered as a flicker of memory,not his own, rose in his mind:

A boy training alone with a wooden sword. A boy dreaming of being a hero. A boy wanting to protect people, even when he had nothing.
The Worm closed his eyes. Those memories weren't part of his creation. They were part of the man he was copying.

And somehow, they had become his.
He looked around Beacon: laughter, sunlight, hope. A world free from the horror he once crawled through as a mindless creature. A world where he could be someone good.

I want to protect this, he realized. Not because he was following orders. Not because he was pretending. But because the dream he inherited felt real.

Because part of him truly believed: If I live like him... If I protect like him... Maybe I can be a hero too.

Beacon Courtyard (Later)

The wanderer,the real Jaune Arc, paused beneath the statue, hood rustling in the wind. His eyes narrowed slightly as he spotted the double across the courtyard laughing with Pyrrha, perfectly at ease.

The Kabuto Zecter clicked with cold hatred.
Jaune whispered, "He shouldn't be capable of blending in so well…" He expected the Worm to act like a monster hiding behind a mask.

Instead, he saw a boy smiling shyly as Pyrrha joked with him. A boy helping other students pick up dropped luggage. A boy waving nervously at every stranger who said "hi."

A boy acting like… him. Jaune's jaw tightened.
They're not supposed to have that much of my memories. Kabuto throbbed with anger, but Jaune hesitated.

For a split second, doubt pierced through the rage. "What are you trying to become…?" he murmured. "Me? Or something else?"
Kabuto buzzed restlessly. Jaune forced his emotions down. "We'll know soon enough."
He turned away, toward the dorms, toward Beacon's heart. Toward the double who lived the life stolen from him.
Disguise

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Evernight Castle: Salem's Throne Room

The black pool shuddered. Another Grimm essence blinked out of existence. Salem's expression pinched, not with fear, but with a rare, cold frustration. "Again," she whispered.

A Seer Grimm floated up, its tendrils trembling. It projected the last moments of a distant Grimm… only static, a blur, motion too fast for even Salem's creatures to perceive. She clenched her jaw.

Something was destroying her Grimm, and she couldn't see it. Couldn't track it. Couldn't sense it. Couldn't even understand its movements.
That alone was enough to crack her porcelain calm.

Tyrian Arrives

A skittering laugh echoed through the throne hall. Tyrian Callows dropped to one knee, bowing dramatically. "You called, my glorious Queen?" Salem glared at the pool. "My Grimm are dying."

Tyrian's eyes glittered with delight. "Oh? Something strong enough to kill your creatures? How exciting!" Salem's eyes narrowed at his enthusiasm.

Tyrian didn't care. His Worm heart beat fast beneath human skin, thrilled at another Worm intruding upon his hunting grounds.
He didn't know who it was. He didn't know how many there were. But he could feel it on instinct: One of his kind was nearby.

He just didn't know that the doctor hovering behind him also felt something similar.

Arthur Watts stepped out from behind a Seer projection, straightening his coat. "How very dramatic," he muttered, adjusting his gloves. "If it troubles you so greatly, Salem, I can perform a sweep of the affected regions. Someone must bring actual science to this investigation."

Tyrian hissed in annoyance, tail flicking.
He didn't like Watts. Watts smelled… odd, but he always smelled like that. Not like prey. Not like Grimm. Not like Huntsman.

Something… off.

Tyrian chalked it up to Watts simply being a smug, condescending man who thought he was smarter than everyone else. (He wasn't entirely wrong.) Watts, meanwhile, eyed Tyrian with utter contempt.

The man was feral. Unpredictable.
Violent in ways that even Grimm didn't replicate.
Sometimes, Watts got a strange crawling sensation near him , a primitive instinct urging caution.

But Watts dismissed it. Tyrian was just insane.
That was reason enough to be cautious.
Neither remotely suspected the truth:

That Tyrian was a Worm that replaced his original human host. Watts was a Native Worm working for the mission. And both believed they were the only non-human creature serving Salem.

Tyrian scoffed loudly. "Why send the good doctor? His idea of 'investigation' is staring at a machine until it bores him to death."

Watts didn't even look at him.
"I'd rather be bored by equations than by your constant screeching." Tyrian's tail twitched murderously. Watts smiled thinly, knowing it irritated him. Salem raised a hand.

Both fell silent instantly. She looked from one to the other. Two loyal servants. Two powerful tools. Two minds she believed she fully controlled.

She sensed nothing unusual, nothing inhuman, nothing alien.But she did sense one thing: Annoyance. "Go," she commanded. "Search. Track. Find what is killing my Grimm. Bring me answers." Watts bowed with crisp professionalism. Tyrian bowed with manic flourish. Both turned to leave.

Both passed each other with glares sharp enough to cut steel.
Both believed the other was simply unbearable.
Not for a moment did either suspect:

They were predators walking beside predators.
Monsters serving a master who had no idea what lived under her own roof.

 

[LordofBones]

Many fics have Jaune being a knight/paladin/holy warrior equivalent, so let's play with that: Jaune prays before every fight and mission, and the gods actually answer. Against non-Grimm enemies, he calls on the Brother of Darkness; against the Grimm, the Brother of Light answers; against the White Fang, the God of Beasts answers prayers to chastise his children that have gone awry.

Ozpin nearly has a heart attack when Jaune calls on the Dark Brother during fights against human opponents, and Crocea Mors and his shield burn violet, striking true and shattering aura. He flat out foams at the mouth when the radiance of the Brother of Light sears the Grimm, driving them back far from Vale during the Breach. Blake has a crisis of faith when the Animal God answers Jaune's prayers and a horde of angry dogs, cats, rats, urban animals, and aquatic beasts all attack the White Fang during a warehouse raid.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Many fics have Jaune being a knight/paladin/holy warrior equivalent, so let's play with that: Jaune prays before every fight and mission, and the gods actually answer. Against non-Grimm enemies, he calls on the Brother of Darkness; against the Grimm, the Brother of Light answers; against the White Fang, the God of Beasts answers prayers to chastise his children that have gone awry.

Ozpin nearly has a heart attack when Jaune calls on the Dark Brother during fights against human opponents, and Crocea Mors and his shield burn violet, striking true and shattering aura. He flat out foams at the mouth when the radiance of the Brother of Light sears the Grimm, driving them back far from Vale during the Breach. Blake has a crisis of faith when the Animal God answers Jaune's prayers and a horde of angry dogs, cats, rats, urban animals, and aquatic beasts all attack the White Fang during a warehouse raid.

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And praying to Aslan means he can heal, smite, and allow him to feed thousands with just a few loaves of bread and fishes. Also turn water into wine.

 

[jgalue]

And praying to Aslan means he can heal, smite, and allow him to feed thousands with just a few loaves of bread and fishes. Also turn water into wine.

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Qrow really want him to be around him in order to have good wine at demand, i would say he would want to learn that but he just doesnt have the faith needed for it.

 

[LordofBones]

Another crack idea: Jaune uses medical jargon to gaslight Adam and the White Fang into believing Blake is a figment of their imagination and a textbook case of mass delusion.

Jaune: "Think about it; she's a supposed princess of the faunus that also happens to be a member of the White Fang that also ran away from her loving parents in an island paradise to be with you. She also has multiple suitors, including your lieutenant, a faunus huntsman, and a human huntress. She also ran away from you on the night of a failed mission to, I don't know, go slum around in a huntsman academy and "redeem herself" by constantly chasing after the White Fang. You lose your mind whenever you think about her. Does that sound like an actual person, or a YA protagonist?"
Adam: "YOU LIE...huh...oh wow, that's wild..."
Jaune: *tsks* "See? You even ignored a Schnee to go hunt after this supposed 'Blake' person; a Schnee on her team, no less."
Adam: "So...I'm crazy?"
Jaune: "No, I think you're just overworked and stressed. Maybe you need to go lie down on a beach somewhere, get some fresh air, and just let go of this 'Blake' character. Do you really need a 'Blake' to lead the White Fang?"
Adam: "I...wow, you're not bad for a human. Men, let them go! I've got some vacation days to cash in!"

 

[SharkCultist]

Another crack idea: Jaune uses medical jargon to gaslight Adam and the White Fang into believing Blake is a figment of their imagination and a textbook case of mass delusion.

Jaune: "Think about it; she's a supposed princess of the faunus that also happens to be a member of the White Fang that also ran away from her loving parents in an island paradise to be with you. She also has multiple suitors, including your lieutenant, a faunus huntsman, and a human huntress. She also ran away from you on the night of a failed mission to, I don't know, go slum around in a huntsman academy and "redeem herself" by constantly chasing after the White Fang. You lose your mind whenever you think about her. Does that sound like an actual person, or a YA protagonist?"
Adam: "YOU LIE...huh...oh wow, that's wild..."
Jaune: *tsks* "See? You even ignored a Schnee to go hunt after this supposed 'Blake' person; a Schnee on her team, no less."
Adam: "So...I'm crazy?"
Jaune: "No, I think you're just overworked and stressed. Maybe you need to go lie down on a beach somewhere, get some fresh air, and just let go of this 'Blake' character. Do you really need a 'Blake' to lead the White Fang?"
Adam: "I...wow, you're not bad for a human. Men, let them go! I've got some vacation days to cash in!"

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As a dumb epilogue that popped into my head.

18 years later a happily married (to a male dog faunus named Blake) Adam is seeing his kid off to beacon and realizes he got played. And he ain't even mad.

Dodged a bullet.( Or a crazy cat lesbian assault near rushing water)

 

[zMADLAXz]

Another crack idea: Jaune uses medical jargon to gaslight Adam and the White Fang into believing Blake is a figment of their imagination and a textbook case of mass delusion.

Jaune: "Think about it; she's a supposed princess of the faunus that also happens to be a member of the White Fang that also ran away from her loving parents in an island paradise to be with you. She also has multiple suitors, including your lieutenant, a faunus huntsman, and a human huntress. She also ran away from you on the night of a failed mission to, I don't know, go slum around in a huntsman academy and "redeem herself" by constantly chasing after the White Fang. You lose your mind whenever you think about her. Does that sound like an actual person, or a YA protagonist?"
Adam: "YOU LIE...huh...oh wow, that's wild..."
Jaune: *tsks* "See? You even ignored a Schnee to go hunt after this supposed 'Blake' person; a Schnee on her team, no less."
Adam: "So...I'm crazy?"
Jaune: "No, I think you're just overworked and stressed. Maybe you need to go lie down on a beach somewhere, get some fresh air, and just let go of this 'Blake' character. Do you really need a 'Blake' to lead the White Fang?"
Adam: "I...wow, you're not bad for a human. Men, let them go! I've got some vacation days to cash in!"

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Adam: Then what about the time she decoupled those Train Cars!

Jaune: I mean it was a Schnee transport, it totally could have had some contingencies in place. Decoupling cars that are compromised sounds like SOP.

Adam: I... I do not understand, what about Ghira and Kali?

Jaune: Adam....How long have you know then both and how many times have you seen a Blake at their House or how many times have they mwntioned a Blake to you?

And even if you did see a black cat faunus, well what's to say that they both weren't just being charitable to an orphaned kid?

Adam: But those 2 love each other! Hiw do they not have a kid?

Jaune: ...Perhaps you should ask them or infer that their Political enemies had something to do?

Adam frantically calling Kali.

Kali:....Why have you called us Adam?

Adam: Kali I am so sorry but please tell me what is stopping you and Ghira from having Kids. Please I need to know!

Kali:.....You call home after so many years and this is what you ask?

Adam: It is important Kali! I am so sorry just please tell me.

Kali: Well if you must know, some years back our estate was attacked by assailants that managed to poison me and Ghira, we lived but it left us barren...... And after Blake it didn't- wait Adam are you there? Hmmm Weird, he cut the Call?

Adma having dropped his scroll and kneeling on ground and Jaune frantically trying to help him through his panic attack.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Another crack idea: Jaune uses medical jargon to gaslight Adam and the White Fang into believing Blake is a figment of their imagination and a textbook case of mass delusion.

Jaune: "Think about it; she's a supposed princess of the faunus that also happens to be a member of the White Fang that also ran away from her loving parents in an island paradise to be with you. She also has multiple suitors, including your lieutenant, a faunus huntsman, and a human huntress. She also ran away from you on the night of a failed mission to, I don't know, go slum around in a huntsman academy and "redeem herself" by constantly chasing after the White Fang. You lose your mind whenever you think about her. Does that sound like an actual person, or a YA protagonist?"
Adam: "YOU LIE...huh...oh wow, that's wild..."
Jaune: *tsks* "See? You even ignored a Schnee to go hunt after this supposed 'Blake' person; a Schnee on her team, no less."
Adam: "So...I'm crazy?"
Jaune: "No, I think you're just overworked and stressed. Maybe you need to go lie down on a beach somewhere, get some fresh air, and just let go of this 'Blake' character. Do you really need a 'Blake' to lead the White Fang?"
Adam: "I...wow, you're not bad for a human. Men, let them go! I've got some vacation days to cash in!"

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Adam: Then what about the time she decoupled those Train Cars!

Jaune: I mean it was a Schnee transport, it totally could have had some contingencies in place. Decoupling cars that are compromised sounds like SOP.

Adam: I... I do not understand, what about Ghira and Kali?

Jaune: Adam....How long have you know then both and how many times have you seen a Blake at their House or how many times have they mwntioned a Blake to you?

And even if you did see a black cat faunus, well what's to say that they both weren't just being charitable to an orphaned kid?

Adam: But those 2 love each other! Hiw do they not have a kid?

Jaune: ...Perhaps you should ask them or infer that their Political enemies had something to do?

Adam frantically calling Kali.

Kali:....Why have you called us Adam?

Adam: Kali I am so sorry but please tell me what is stopping you and Ghira from having Kids. Please I need to know!

Kali:.....You call home after so many years and this is what you ask?

Adam: It is important Kali! I am so sorry just please tell me.

Kali: Well if you must know, some years back our estate was attacked by assailants that managed to poison me and Ghira, we lived but it left us barren...... And after Blake it didn't- wait Adam are you there? Hmmm Weird, he cut the Call?

Adma having dropped his scroll and kneeling on ground and Jaune frantically trying to help him through his panic attack.

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I combined these two into a snippet and edited it with AI. Let's see what we got:

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The White Fang cell had tied Jaune to a chair in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, mostly because Adam wanted an audience while he monologued about human oppression for the fortieth time that week. Jaune had stopped listening around minute four and was now trying to decide if the rope knots were regulation or just enthusiastic amateur work.

Adam finished with a dramatic flourish of Wilt and Blush. "Any last words, human?"

Jaune blinked slowly, like a therapist who'd just been handed a particularly interesting case file. "Only one question, actually. This 'Blake Belladonna' you keep mentioning. Walk me through her again."

Adam's eye twitched. "Former lieutenant. Traitor. Faunus princess who—"

"Stop, stop." Jaune raised a finger like he was diagnosing a patient. "Princess of the Faunus, yes? Grew up in a tropical paradise with loving parents, joined a terrorist cell because teenage rebellion, left said terrorist cell after one bad mission to 'find herself' at Beacon Academy, has three separate people pining for her including your own second-in-command, a human girl, and some random ginger huntsman. Also she reads smut novels and has a bow that's secretly cat ears."

Adam opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "…Yes?"

Jaune gave him the gentlest, most pitying smile in the history of hostage situations. "Adam. Buddy. That's not a person. That's a Wattpad protagonist written by a fourteen-year-old who just discovered the concept of catgirls."

One of the grunts in the back actually whispered, "Holy shit."

Adam shook his head violently. "No. I've seen her. I've fought her. She cut my—"

"Classic shared delusion symptom," Jaune said, nodding sagely. "You even ignored a Schnee—Weiss Schnee, literal heiress—on her team, just to chase this imaginary ex. Tell me that's healthy behavior."

Adam's horns were practically drooping. "I… I mean when you say it like that…"

"Look, I'm no psychiatrist," Jaune lied smoothly, "but you're clearly under immense stress running a paramilitary organization. Mass hysteria is a documented phenomenon. Ever hear of the Dancing Plague of 1518? Same deal. You needed a symbol. Your brain invented the perfect tragic manic-pixie-dream-revolutionary."

Another White Fang member slowly lowered his rifle. "Wait. The train car thing. She decoupled the cars on the—"

"Schnee Dust transport," Jaune interrupted. "Standard operating procedure for compromised cars. There are safety protocols. You can look it up."

"But her parents! Ghira and Kali—"

Jaune tilted his head. "How many times have you personally visited Menagerie, Adam? How many times have you seen this 'Blake' at their house? Or heard them mention her without you bringing her up first?"

Adam's mouth worked soundlessly.

"Black-haired cat Faunus orphan," Jaune continued, merciless. "Could've been any kid they took in out of charity. Tragic backstory sells, my friend."

"But Ghira and Kali are married! They're in love! They should—"

Jaune just looked sad. "…Infertility is surprisingly common after political assassination attempts. Poison's a classic method."

Adam stared into the middle distance like a man watching his entire worldview file for divorce.

Then, very slowly, he pulled out his scroll.

Jaune watched him dial. "Adam, maybe don't—"

"Kali?" Adam's voice cracked like a teenager asking his crush to prom. "It's me. I… I need to ask you something personal. What's stopping you and Ghira from having children?"

A long silence on the other end.

Kali's voice came through, soft and confused. "Adam? You call after five years and this is what you—"

"Please," he whispered. "Please just tell me."

A sigh. "There was an attack on the estate years ago. Assassins. They poisoned us both. We survived, but… it left us barren. And after Blake it didn't—" A pause. "Adam? Are you still there? Hello?"

The scroll slipped from Adam's fingers and clattered to the concrete.

He sank to his knees.

Jaune winced as the White Fang leader started hyperventilating. "Okay, okay, deep breaths—hey, someone untie me, I know the paper bag technique—"

One of the grunts actually did it. Another one started googling "symptoms of nervous breakdown" on his scroll.

Adam looked up at Jaune with the hollow eyes of a man who'd just realized his entire revenge arc was based on a hallucination. "I… I think I need to lie down."

"Beach vacation," Jaune said immediately, now free and patting Adam's shoulder with all the awkward sincerity of a guy trying to fix a war crime with exposure therapy. "Sun, sand, maybe some therapy. You don't need a Blake to lead the White Fang, man. You've got… goals! Charisma! Great hair!"

Adam stared at nothing for a long moment.

Then he stood up, turned to his very confused lieutenants, and declared in the tone of a man who'd achieved enlightenment at gunpoint:

"Men. Release the hostages. I'm cashing in five years of vacation days. Someone book me a flight to Southern Menagerie. I need to stare at an ocean until my soul stops screaming."

He paused, looked back at Jaune, and added with complete sincerity:

"You're not bad for a human."

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Jaune Arc accidentally deradicalized the White Fang with medical gaslighting and one extremely unfortunate phone call.

 

[RandomDragon]

thats a massive punch to the gut...man was living out the isekai revenge protagonist dream, getting radlicalized and shit and then getting gaslit by a medical professional, calling the kingdoms leaders only to learn that they were rendered infertile, and potentially either lost their child or adopted one just of feel something.

its a soul-draining experience to be sure.

 

[zMADLAXz]

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Jaune Arc accidentally deradicalized the White Fang with medical gaslighting and one extremely unfortunate phone call.

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Whenever reformed Adam who now peacefully demands for Faunus rights and is now a global diplomat, visits team JNPR tonhave tea with his human bff, rest of Team JNPR finds a comically large Box and cartoonically kidnap Blake and Stuff her into the "Box" with Snacks and Pyrrha's Scroll which has Huntreon/Cofi membership of all her favorite smut authors.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

thats a massive punch to the gut...man was living out the isekai revenge protagonist dream, getting radlicalized and shit and then getting gaslit by a medical professional, calling the kingdoms leaders only to learn that they were rendered infertile, and potentially either lost their child or adopted one just of feel something.

its a soul-draining experience to be sure.

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Oh no, it's even funnier because Blake is totally real... Jaune managed to use Adam's crazy to his advantage.

 

[Dragon Bob]

Whenever reformed Adam who now peacefully demands for Faunus rights and is now a global diplomat, visits team JNPR tonhave tea with his human bff, rest of Team JNPR finds a comically large Box and cartoonically kidnap Blake and Stuff her into the "Box" with Snacks and Pyrrha's Scroll which has Huntreon/Cofi membership of all her favorite smut authors.

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They never tell Blake why they do this. Blake just goes along with it for the fish.

 

[LordofBones]

Oh no, it's even funnier because Blake is totally real... Jaune managed to use Adam's crazy to his advantage.

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Just imagine Yang getting convinced that 'Blake' is a figment of her imagination born of her abandonment issues and the desperate need to fix people to keep them close, all because she heard about it second-hand.

Or Blake desperate to prove that she's real.

Blake: *yanking her top up* "THERE! Are you going to say these aren't real either?!"
Jaune: *sighs* "I miss Katy."

 

[SharkCultist]

So has anyone ever watched the finale of digimon 02, more specifically the final fight not the epilogue.

Because it gave me a idea that's cruel and kind at the same time.

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The everafter is a realm of two things. Magic and Change.

The everafters magic is alive, it moves and changes altering the world based on the will of the people.

And Jaune has nothing of not willpower. He has a single all consuming desire. He wants pyrrha back, any way he can.

The everafter is magic but even it has rules. The dead are the dead and shall be left to rest. It could make a copy but that wouldn't be pyrrha.

But luckily Jaunes wish had a little bit of wiggle room. He wanted her back in any way he could have her.

And what is a child except a fusion of their parents.

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So I want you to picture this. RWBY show up like canon and meet The Rusted Knight. AND his squire a young teenage girl (let's say 14) with red hair and crystal blue eyes.

Jaunes daughter. Who he's happily nurtured and raised.

And who he's going to have to leave if he goes with RWBY.

She's born of dreams even if half of her comes from him the half of her that came from pyrrha only exists because of the everafter. If she leaves she fades away.

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Blake: *yanking her top up* "THERE! Are you going to say these aren't real either?!"
Jaune: *sighs* "I miss Katy."

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Jaune: Now I know you're fake. No way Blake would try to use her breasts to prove she's real. We all know that's not her best feature.

She's born of dreams even if half of her comes from him the half of her that came from pyrrha only exists because of the everafter. If she leaves she fades away.

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Well thank you for the depression sandwich

 

[SharkCultist]

Well thank you for the depression sandwich

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It's apparently what I do.

 

[bazerkerking]

Just imagine Yang getting convinced that 'Blake' is a figment of her imagination born of her abandonment issues and the desperate need to fix people to keep them close, all because she heard about it second-hand.

Or Blake desperate to prove that she's real.

Blake: *yanking her top up* "THERE! Are you going to say these aren't real either?!"
Jaune: *sighs* "I miss Katy."

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I do like the idea of Blake desperately trying to prove she's real, but has accidentally destroyed every official document that would do so when she joined the white fang. It could all be a goldilocks trail of events that are just right to make HERSELF doubt she actually exists for even a few moments.

She tries to find her birth certificate, but Managerie didnt really keep records or have a newspaper back then, she trys to go the the library and find official photos of protests she has been to, and it just so happens that she is covered by some sign/ other person. Id enjoy that a whole lot.

 

[Gur40]

I do like the idea of Blake desperately trying to prove she's real, but has accidentally destroyed every official document that would do so when she joined the white fang. It could all be a goldilocks trail of events that are just right to make HERSELF doubt she actually exists for even a few moments.

She tries to find her birth certificate, but Managerie didnt really keep records or have a newspaper back then, she trys to go the the library and find official photos of protests she has been to, and it just so happens that she is covered by some sign/ other person. Id enjoy that a whole lot.

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There is only 1 proof she exists... her darkest legacy

Spoiler: Online Accounts

the 1 she made in Beacon for Class
and her old Account that is literally just Self-Insert the makes her canon origin story look tame and filth

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Stolen from Tumblr Wu_gang

Ruby: I can't be what you want me to be. [Summer]

Taiyang: …

Weiss: I wont be what you want me to be.

Willow: …

Jaune: I could actually be what you want me to be but I refuse.

Mama Arc: …

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FNKI stealing your ideas again

Spoiler: Blake Kid

FNKI is hilarous

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Ruby pointing out she is a teen not 4

Spoiler: Not Blake Fault

still confused on Beacon school year and Ruby age by the Fall of Vale

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Yang Custom Desk

Spoiler: Supports

you think Glynda recommended them?
also random idea
Yang plays up the party girl vapid blonde around Weiss early on while still studying and being top of the class to the heiress frustration being 3rd to Yang and ... Jaune?

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Elementals or Glorified Brats?

Spoiler: Brothers Dull

Considering the Old DxD Idea would love for them to meet a real Dragon God and be squashed

 

[Sliverhero]

An interlude for path to heaven.

Blake Belladonna : Vale Safe Apartment

The rain outside Vale was steady and soft, a constant rhythm against the cracked windows of the safe apartment Blake had been squatting in for two weeks. A bedding roll, a bag of supplies, a stack of stolen documents, her entire life condensed into the corner of a cheap rental room.

She flipped through one of the files again.

SDC: Task Force Divisions: ZECT Sub-Protocols (Restricted Access)

She remembered snatching these from a White Fang staging warehouse years ago, hidden among other stolen intel. Documents the Fang never understood. Documents they didn't care about. But Blake had read them. She always read everything.

ZECT.
A secret SDC task force with authorization to eliminate "anomalous biological threats."
Something so secret even many Atlesian officers didn't know about it. She never found out what ZECT actually fought. She only knew the name scared her more than it should.

The old newsfeed tablet on the table pinged with a live broadcast. Blake froze when she saw the SDC logo. She unmuted it. Jacques Schnee appeared before a podium, immaculate in appearance, voice dripping with superiority.

"Citizens of Remnant, in response to increasing instability, I am activating the SDC ZECT division." Blake's heart pounded.

ZECT Publicly?
No.
No, that wasn't right.
ZECT shouldn't be public.

Her ears pressed flat beneath her bow as Jacques continued: "Effective immediately, I name Adam Taurus as Head of Security and Commander of Task Force ZECT." Blake's breath shattered.

The screen shifted,and Adam appeared.
Her Adam. Her nightmare. Her past. But the man on screen wasn't consumed by rage. He stood poised, controlled, every movement measured. He looked… disciplined. Blake shook her head in disbelief, whispering:

"Adam… what are you doing? Why work with him?" She remembered the ZECT documents.
The words she barely understood back then:

"Anti-Worm countermeasures."
"Zecters."
"Native-integration threat."

Adam knew what those meant. He had to.
And he still chose Jacques. A sick, cold fear spread through her chest. If Adam was involved in whatever ZECT truly was… Then something far worse than Jacques Schnee was coming. And Blake had no idea who she could trust.

Weiss Schnee — Private Cargo Airship, Approaching the Kingdom of Vale The stolen Schnee cargo ship rattled slightly as it descended through thick clouds.
Weiss gripped the controls, her knuckles white beneath her gloves.

She'd escaped." Hahahahaha "She laughs outloud as she realized she finally escaped. Atlas was behind her, cold, cruel, unforgiving.
Her father's reach wasn't.

She glanced down at the small metallic object resting beside the flight chair. A strange, beetle-shaped device with blue compound eyes and elegant silver plating.
The Drake Zecter.

It had appeared in her room two nights before she fled, almost as if it chose her. It responded to her touch. Vibrated with quiet, living warmth.
She didn't understand it. But she understood one thing: Her father wanted it. Desperately. Which meant she couldn't let him have it.The ship's console buzzed. A live broadcast forced itself onto the screen, father's override signature.

Weiss's stomach twisted. Jacques Schnee appeared. "Citizens of Remnant," he said smoothly, "today marks a new era of SDC security." Weiss scowled. "What now…?" "Task Force ZECT is now activated."

Weiss blinked. "ZECT?"
She'd only seen fragments of that name—classified files locked behind layers of corporate encryption, which even she wasn't allowed access to. Her father continued.
"And the commander of this elite division… Adam Taurus." Weiss stared as the masked Faunus stepped into frame. "That White Fang lieutenant? Father—why would you...?"

Then Jacques said something that chilled her:
"He knows what I am. And he accepts it."
Weiss's breath caught in her throat. He said it publicly. He said it proudly. The man she fled from.

Her hand trembled as she reached for the Drake Zecter. Its wings fluttered softly as if sensing her fear. Weiss whispered: "Father… what are you planning? And why would someone like him willingly work with you?"

She didn't know the answer. She only knew one truth: She had to keep the Zecter out of her father's hands.

Whatever ZECT was, whatever Adam had become....She wasn't going to face it alone.
Even if she didn't know a single soul in Vale yet.
All she had… was the Drake Zecter, and the determination never to let Jacques Schnee control her again.


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Skies above Vale

The Bullhead hummed steadily as it cut through the night toward Vale. Its cabin lights were dim, casting soft orange shadows across the metal walls. Cinder Fall stood near the open side door, cloak fluttering in the cold air. Below her, the Kingdom glowed like a constellation fallen onto the earth.

Neo sat on a cargo crate, silently swinging her legs, while Mercury lounged against the wall, arms behind his head. "Remind me why we're doing this," Mercury said, kicking his boot lazily. "Beacon isn't exactly… friendly territory."

Cinder didn't look at him.
"It's not about Beacon," she answered softly. "It's about him."

Mercury rolled his eyes. "Right, right. The wanderer guy, The weird bug-thing guy. The mister 'I walked out of a warzone and killed a monster faster than the cameras could track' guy."

Neo flicked a card from her pocket — a tiny illusion of Jaune appeared on its surface, shrugging dramatically. Mercury snorted. "Exactly." Cinder ignored them both.
Her fingers curled slightly, remembering the moment he saved her. The speed. The precision. The quiet, weary expression of someone who had already lost too much. The man who said he will always protect her.

"He's walking into Beacon alone," Cinder murmured. "A place full of Huntsmen who won't understand what he is… or what he's fighting."
Mercury raised an eyebrow. "And what are we fighting?" Cinder's jaw tightened.
"Something worse than Salem," she said. "Something Faster, Silent, and as you know something out of this worlds."

Neo stopped kicking her legs.
Cinder turned slightly toward her two companions. "If another Worm appears, and it will, Beacon will become a battlefield before anyone realizes what's happening." "And Jaune's double?" Mercury asked. "The… Worm one?"
"He's becoming something we didn't anticipate," Cinder replied. "If he's truly growing, truly changing… then this situation is far more unstable than Jaune expected."

Neo projected an image onto the wall:
Worm-Jaune smiling awkwardly while helping an old lady pick up her bags. Cinder's eyes narrowed. "Exactly. That's not normal behavior for their kind and the strangest thing where ever he goes there is a drop in worm activity."

Mercury pushed himself upright.
"So what's the plan?" Cinder drew her hood over her head.

"We find him. We support our jaune. And we prepare for whatever is coming."
The Bullhead descended toward Vale's skyline.

And Cinder Fall reluctant protector and madien in love of she doesnt know it yet, stepped into the darkening night with purpose.

Vale Underground Warehouse: Emerald & Roman

A flickering lantern illuminated the dusty warehouse beneath a bustling Vale street. The place was filled with crates, maps, weapon caches, and dozens of resistance members moving with urgency. Roman Torchwick stood on a crate, directing people with theatrical annoyance. "Oi! You two, push those boxes somewhere tight. If Atlas finds them, I'm not explaining why your ammo stash says 'high-quality carrots' on the side!"

Two Faunus resistance members scrambled to obey. Emerald Sustrai was pacing near a warped table covered in reports and Grimm activity maps. Her emerald eyes narrowed at each red marker.

"This is getting worse," she muttered. "Grimm disappearing in seconds, patrols wiped out without sound, and Salem's forces suddenly pulling back from areas they usually swarm."
Roman hopped off his crate and lit a cigar.
"Yeah, and you know what that means?"

Emerald sighed. "Jaune is close." Roman pointed the cigar at her. "Exactly, so we need to be ready. He said to prep every cell in Vale. Whatever's coming? We're the warm-up act."
Emerald crossed her arms. "I don't like that Adam Taurus is back in circulation. And working with Jacques Schnee, of all people."

Roman shrugged. "Hey, psychos love psychos."
Emerald shot him a look. "This isn't funny, Roman. Adam's dangerous." Roman puffed smoke. "So's the guy we're working for. So's Cinder. So's Neo. So are you."

Emerald hesitated, because he wasn't wrong.
"Relax," Roman added. "We're not fighting Adam today. We're preparing for the big bug hunt."
Emerald rubbed her temples. "I swear, one day you're going to take this seriously."

Roman smirked.
"Oh, I am taking it seriously. Do you know how hard it is to keep a resistance alive without snacks? This is real survival."

Emerald groaned. But beneath the banter, both of them felt it: A pressure in the air.
A tension that didn't come from Salem or the White Fang or Atlas. Something else.
Something that made the shadows darker and the silence sharper.

Roman dusted off his coat. "Alright, you beautiful rebels! Jaune's friends are heading to Beacon. Means we're on standby until the real party starts!" The warehouse filled with movement.

Emerald whispered under her breath:
"Jaune… hurry."

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Raven Branwen : The Price of Knowing

The wind howled across the mountain village like a living creature, carrying dust, cold, and the distant scent of Grimm.
Raven stood in the center of the training grounds as villagers tightened grips on makeshift weapons. "Again," she commanded.

Wooden staves struck in unison. Footwork pounded against hard earth. Voices grunted with effort. Raven walked through them, sharp-eyed, correcting posture, stance, reaction time, her aura crackling restlessly beneath her skin.
Since that day, she hadn't slept more than an hour without waking in a cold sweat.

Since the Worm. She inhaled slowly. She could still taste blood in the air.

Memory:

It had moved too fast. Raven's sword barely intercepted the blur before it tore through her aura like wet paper. She'd never seen anything like it, Grimm-speed, Grimm-flexibility, but with something else behind its eyes. Intelligence. Recognition. Hunger. She barely killed it. Barely.

Her final strike cleaved the creature's body apart, only for its segmented frame to twitch even after death, like it refused to accept it. She turned around and once she suddenly felt something snapped.

Her aura had burned away. Her arms were numb. Her vision tunneled. She opened a portal by instinct alone. Straight to Patch. Straight to home. Smoke hit her first.

Then shattered wood. Crumpled walls.
A broken porch. The remnants of Tai's house, cut open as if by claws too sharp to be natural.
Raven stumbled forward, still bleeding, still shaking. "Tai...? Tai!" Her voice broke. She found him half-buried under rubble, unmoving.

No pulse. No breath. His eyes were closed, like he had been trying to protect something, or someone, when the destruction hit. Raven felt her heart tear in half. She dropped to her knees beside him.

"Tai… no… no…"
Her fingers curled into his shirt.
She bowed her head against his chest.
For the first time in years, she let herself cry.
The Worm she killed wasn't the only one.
Something else had passed through here.

Something faster.
Something smarter.
Something stronger.
And Tai had paid the price.

When she finally swallowed the last of her sob, she whispered: "I wasn't here. I wasn't here to protect you." And another truth followed, the one that knifed deepest: "And I wasn't here to protect our girls."

Back to the Present
"NO!" Raven snapped, striking a villager's staff with her own. "Your footwork is sloppy. Grimm would have torn out your throat by now."

The man flinched and corrected himself. Raven stepped back, breathing hard. They feared her. They respected her. They obeyed her. But that wasn't enough.

These people needed more than fear. They needed to survive something the world wasn't ready to name. She exhaled slowly.
"If the Worms come here," she said quietly, "your hesitation will kill you. Again." The villagers looked at her, confused. Raven rarely explained herself. Today, she forced herself to.

"You aren't training for bandits or Grimm or Huntsmen. You're training for something new."
She tightened her grip on her sword. "Something I barely survived." Whispers spread through the group. Raven ignored them. She looked toward the cloudy horizon, wind tugging at her cloak. If you were to look at her face you could almost see a strange engery surrounding her eyes, showing the hint of a maiden.
Somewhere out beyond those mountains, her daughters were walking toward Beacon.

Unaware...
Unprepared....

And Tai was already gone.
Raven closed her eyes. "I failed once," she whispered. "I will not fail them again." She raised her sword.

"Again!" And the villagers trained harder, because their new protector was a woman who had seen death take everything from her…and refused to let it take anything more.

 

[Fusion Blaster]

View: https://youtu.be/YMdIV5TH7ak?si=P2eC91XvAK5uSmTc

So has anyone ever watched the finale of digimon 02, more specifically the final fight not the epilogue.

Because it gave me a idea that's cruel and kind at the same time.

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The everafter is a realm of two things. Magic and Change.

The everafters magic is alive, it moves and changes altering the world based on the will of the people.

And Jaune has nothing of not willpower. He has a single all consuming desire. He wants pyrrha back, any way he can.

The everafter is magic but even it has rules. The dead are the dead and shall be left to rest. It could make a copy but that wouldn't be pyrrha.

But luckily Jaunes wish had a little bit of wiggle room. He wanted her back in any way he could have her.

And what is a child except a fusion of their parents.

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So I want you to picture this. RWBY show up like canon and meet The Rusted Knight. AND his squire a young teenage girl (let's say 14) with red hair and crystal blue eyes.

Jaunes daughter. Who he's happily nurtured and raised.

And who he's going to have to leave if he goes with RWBY.

She's born of dreams even if half of her comes from him the half of her that came from pyrrha only exists because of the everafter. If she leaves she fades away.

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to
To I imagine it'd be like this https://youtu.be/YMdIV5TH7ak?si=P2eC91XvAK5uSmTc

 

[Sliverhero]

So has anyone ever watched the finale of digimon 02, more specifically the final fight not the epilogue.

Because it gave me a idea that's cruel and kind at the same time.

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The everafter is a realm of two things. Magic and Change.

The everafters magic is alive, it moves and changes altering the world based on the will of the people.

And Jaune has nothing of not willpower. He has a single all consuming desire. He wants pyrrha back, any way he can.

The everafter is magic but even it has rules. The dead are the dead and shall be left to rest. It could make a copy but that wouldn't be pyrrha.

But luckily Jaunes wish had a little bit of wiggle room. He wanted her back in any way he could have her.

And what is a child except a fusion of their parents.

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So I want you to picture this. RWBY show up like canon and meet The Rusted Knight. AND his squire a young teenage girl (let's say 14) with red hair and crystal blue eyes.

Jaunes daughter. Who he's happily nurtured and raised.

And who he's going to have to leave if he goes with RWBY.

She's born of dreams even if half of her comes from him the half of her that came from pyrrha only exists because of the everafter. If she leaves she fades away.

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the scene where ruby mock the people pleasers about them not being real. I can honestly ruby doing that here with the daughter and now its rwby verus Jaune. But its not a broken down rusted knight canon version instead its a rusted knight jaune who has hope, has a daughter who he would have trained and he would have improved himself as I well to keep ahead of his prodigy of a daughter.