[RWBY] The Great Temporal Step-Sibling War!

[FinalFormer]

Cross-posted From the SpaceBattles Thread

Glimpses Into Another Timeline: Aslanmas Gift - Winter

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Arc-Schnee Manor, Atlas. 6 Years After The Defeat of Salem.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

"Dammit."

Clack. Clack. Clack.

"Dammit."

Clack. Clack. Clack.

"This... This is harder than I thought."

Winter Arc-Schnee sighed and slumped back in her chair in defeat. In her hands was the gift she had been making... attempting to make for her son. A simple but lovely scarf, lovingly made by his mother. A token of her love that she hoped he would carry from his childhood and into his adolescence. She had gotten tips and even a guidebook from her sister-in-law Lilac but for some reason it wouldn't come out the way she wanted.

"I'm the General of Atlas. I was the highest ranked Specialist in Atlas' military. I helped lead the world to defeat the greatest evil in the world! So, why is something simple like knitting more difficult than any of that!?" Winter shouted. She had been trying to knit a simple scarf for 4 hours!

She looked at the pile of unfinished scarfs. The knittings were either too loose or torn from her attempts to tighten the stitches. Some didn't even look like scarfs. It was infuriating.

"No matter. I'll just have to try again... For the 17th time." Winter gathered her determination and tried again. She grabbed her last balls of yarn. These ones were hideous colors. Baby barf green, mud brown, and... Burgundy. As much as she didn't like them, she'll have to make do with these colors. She used up all her good ones on her failed attempts.

"Oh my, are you still working on that scarf?" Her mother, Willow, asked. She was holding her granddaughter, Isabel, her arms. Theodore, Winter's son, was sitting in the playpen his grandfather had made for him.

"Yes, mother, I am. I refuse to let a couple of minor setbacks stop me from making a gift for my son." Winter began knitting again, this time slowing her pace. Jaune never gave up. Even when he had his heart ripped out of his chest. She had hoped that some of his determination had rubbed off on her, even if it was for something as simple as knitting a scarf.

After an hour, the scarf was turning out... not horrible so far. It still had ugly colors but there was nothing she could do about it. The sounds of Winter's knitting needles came to and end when she heard the heavy footsteps of her husband approaching.

"Winter? I got some of the ingredients for dinner! Dad said he'd bring the beef for the pot roast. I know you want Mr. Klein to make dinner, but I'd feel bad making him work on--," Jaune stopped, seeing the pile of failed attempts. She told him that she'd be an expert before he came home. It might've been the Schnee overconfidence going into overdrive. "So, are you sure you don't want Lilac helping you?"

Winter shot him a glare. "I've already swallowed my pride and asked for her advice, Darling. I refuse to ask her to my job as a mother. I want Theodore to know his mother made this for him."

Part of Jaune wondered if Winter saw Lilac as some kind of rival in motherhood. At first, it was funny, but now Winter had made it some kind of personal mission to try and one-up her.

"You, Theodore is a toddler. I doubt he'd care if it doesn't turn out perfect." Jaune said, hoping Winter would agree with him.

"Nonsense. My son's scarf will be nothing short of perfect. See, I'm almost done... I think." Winter looked at it with uncertainty. Is this how it's supposed look? Was it too long? Too short?

"This looks amazing, Winter! Theodore's gonna love it!" Jaune held it in his hands. Despite the colors, it looked really good!

Winter smiled. This'll show that hag Lilac who the best knitter is!

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And so, the last holiday special!

 

[FinalFormer]

Cross-posted From the SpaceBattles Thread

Childhood Memories: Last Minute Errands

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Market District, Downtown Vale. Amethyst Arc-Sustrai. Age: 17.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG.

"Hmmm, this looks good." Amethyst Arc-Sustrai said as she inspected her latest piece of jewelry: A beautiful amulet. She was making it as a birthday gift for her sister, Jade. All she needed to do was set the jewels and it'll be finished! She began setting the emeralds in the eyes of the dragon design, her hands extremely steady.

"And... Finished!" Amethyst said, triumphantly as she looked at yet another masterpiece to add to her repertoire! Now she all she has to do is get this to Beacon and--

Her Scroll buzzed. She checked and saw a message from her boss.

[MAKE SURE YOU SIGN OFF ON THE JEWEL SHIPMENT BEFORE YOU LEAVE]

"Already, did Boss. The shipment has been signed off and I even saved you some time and sorted everything from the shipment myself. I also double checked the locks on the safe and I made sure the security system was turned on. You've got nothing to worry about." Amethyst typed up her reply. Her boss was always such a worrywort.

[JUST MAKING SURE, OVERACHIEVER]

The nickname 'Overachiever' was given to her by the Valean Smithing Guild when she was 12. At the time, she hated it because it made her seem like she was some kind of prodigy (Which was kind of true, but that's not the point). But she started to like it as she got older. It told her customers that she gave her work 110% effort and they would be 125% satisfied with her craftsmanship.

"See you tomorrow, Boss." She sent her farewells and made her way to the Bullhead station. Now she needed to head up to Beacon and--

Her scroll buzzed again. She checked to see a message from her sister, Opal.

[MOM NEEDS YOU TO MAKE SURE THE BAKERY GETS OUR ADDRESS RIGHT FOR THE CAKE DELIVERY]

"What? Why can't Onyx just pick up the cake? He has a hoverbike!" She texted back. She got a quick response from her sister.

[ONYX GOT GROUNDED FROM USING HIS HOVERBIKE AFTER HE TOOK ALEXANDRITE, AND ESMERALDA TO THAT UNDERGROUND RACE THING WITH GRANDPA. AND JETT'S TOO BUSY HELPING DAD SET UP FOR THE PARTY]

"Ugh, fine. But, you have to take care of Bijou, Kin, and Beryl next week! I have to go to Atlas for a work project." Amethyst bargained, hoping that her sister could be a team player for once.

[OK. DEAL]

"Thanks. Don't worry. I'll only be gone for 3 days. At minimum. Did Mom and Dad get the tickets to Fujin?"

[YES. MOM STARTED CRYING UP A STORM. SHE COULDN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU PAID FOR SUCH AN EXPENSIVE FOR THEIR ANNIVERSARY]

"Well, being one of Vale's most promising up-and-coming jewelsmiths has a lot of perks," Amethyst beamed with pride. But then, she started to rub the back of her head. "Although, now I have to figure out how to go about bejeweling a katana. I'm not exactly a weapons expert like Aunt Ruby."

[WELL, YOU'LL HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO FIGURE THAT OUT]

"Yeah. Anyway, I'll head to the bakery." Amethyst then made a beeline for the bakery. This'll only take a few minutes after all.

----------------------------------------------
"What do you mean you can't deliver to Radian?" Amethyst asked disappointed. The man looked at her with a noticeable scowl. This is BS! She gets that Radian is really far away from Vale, but it's not like the guy was walking all the way there! That's what the Atlas delivery drones are for!

"No. I said I won't deliver to Radian. That hooligan brother of yours nearly trashed my establishment last time!" The baker said. Onyx picked up a cake last month for Bijou's birthday. What exactly did he do to get this guy mad.

"Look, I get that my brother is... reckless. But that shouldn't mean you have to blacklist my hometown. You're the only place close enough that sells Blackout cake! Please, I'll pay you double what you charged!" Amethyst pleaded with the man, slamming a cartoonishly large stack of Lien on the counter. He looked at her and felt the determination in her eyes and wavered.

"Fine. But you tell your brother he's banned from my store," The man reluctantly took the cash, giving her a warning to pass on. "Honestly, kid. With that look im your eyes, you could pass as a Huntress."

"Me? A Huntress? No way." Amethyst laughed. She paided and signed off on the delivery and left. Hoping to finally get to the Bullhead station.

"Well, with that out of the way, I can finally--," Amethyst's scroll buzzed once again. "Oh for the love of-- What now!?"

She checked and saw a message from Jade.

[HEY, WHERE ARE YOU? I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME HERE LIKE AN HOUR AGO?]

Amethyst sighed. Dang it. She was so caught up with the other errands, she lost track of time.

"Sorry, I'm on my way. Is Moses coming with you?" Amethyst asked. That boy... strange. But he was also really cool. He was just kinda quirky like Aunt Nora or Aunt Ruby.

[YEAH, HE IS. HOPE YOU DON'T MIND WAITING FOR A BIT, THOUGH]

"Oh? Why's that?" Amethyst asked. Were they caught up with homework or something?

[MOSES WANTS ME TO HELP WITH SOME EXPERIMENTS THAT HE'S DOING ON HIS SEMBLANCE. THIS MIGHT TAKE AWHILE.]

"Oh that's OK! I was gonna visit Uncle Merc anyway. Wanna make sure Mr. Lazy Bones makes it to your party after all! How is he anyway?" Amethyst said. It was always a hassle to get Uncle Merc to visit the house on normal occasions except for birthdays and holidays. He'd been punctual when it came to her and her siblings birthdays. But this year felt off. He was always late and smelled like lavender.

[HE'S BEEN BUSY MAKING OUT WITH MS. CHLORIS. I EVEN HEARD FROM REN THAT HE'S PLANNING ON PROPOSING TODAY]

"Oh, no way! I guess I'll just hang out with you and Moses then. I don't want to ruin his big moment." Amethyst smiled, happy for her Uncle.

[ARE YOU SURE? THE TBING WE'RE DOING IS KIND OF DANGEROUS]

Amethyst looked at the message and simply shrugged her shoulders.

"It's fine. What's the worst that could happen?"

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Had fun looking up jewel names for Amethyst's siblings.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Ozpin's Office



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"... And so, the war has gone on since that point to the present day."



Ozpin's throat had been drying a lot more often these days. While he had kept up his skills as an orator (what politician didn't?), he had acquired enough clout and influence that it usually only took a few words to convince most people of his viewpoint and why they should agree.



With the exception of General James Ironwood (who was stubborn to a fault) and Councilman Rufus Winchester (who was stubborn as a mule). He was glad these men actually tended to agree with him on most items, otherwise he feared his throat would never recover.



As it was, explaining his sordid past and the nature of the threat they were up against, along with speaking with his potential future wife and son, was quite taxing.



So for once, his mug was full of water instead of hot chocolate, and he sipped it gingerly as his audience absorbed the conclusion to his story.



James was scowling deeply. Isabel looked deeply concerned. Ghira and Kali wore poker faces, but they were also troubled. Glynda was worrying her lower lip, while Qrow was drinking whiskey and Taiyang was frowning in deep thought. Arjun remained calm, but the tension in his body gave away his agitation.



James was the first to break the sudden silence.



"So, when you told me a conventional assault on Salem wouldn't work, it was because you had neglected to mention she was invulnerable."



Ozpin slowly nodded. The anger from the general was nearly palpable.



"And you didn't tell me this why?" James demanded.



Ozpin sighed as he set down his mug on his desk.



"Because in my experience, revealing that fact demoralizes my followers and makes them less willing to fight for what they see as a zero-sum game," he stated. He nodded to Isabel. "However, by chance or divine providence or the sheer insanity of the universe? We now have eleven possible ways of ending this conflict. Not just for a century, or a thousand years, but forever."



James worked his jaw and grumbled. Arjun hummed thoughtfully.



"I suppose there is that," he allowed. He frowned.



"Years ago, after we liberated Pandu, you did offer to let me in on a larger project of yours."



"I did, yes," Ozpin agreed. He glanced at Isabel, who nodded back.



"He made the same offer," Isabel said quietly. "But I declined."



"As did I," Arjun agreed. Ozpin smiled ruefully.



"You had done quite a lot for our cause already, as it turns out," the immortal stated. "The Kauravas were Salem cultists. Getting them out of power was a boon to all of humanity and Faunuskind."



"Yet you didn't press the issue?" Jame demanded. "A loyal king, one of the world's best doctors?"



"Well we're here now, James," Isabel sniffed, "And involved, whether we like it or not."



"Indeed," Glynda murmured.



Ghira raised an eyebrow at Ozpin.



"I can guess why you didn't reach out to us," he stated. Ozpin nodded as Ironwood scowled deeply.



"I had hoped that by allowing your daughter sanctuary, we could build bridges towards that end," Ozpin explained, "Though it would take a great deal of time."



James' scowl intensified. Glynda cleared her throat.



"What remains is to decide how to act upon this information," she said, stern but gentle. Ozpin nodded.



"Agreed. I believe we need to proceed slowly and carefully."



"If Salem already knows about time travel, and there is no reason to think otherwise," Ironwood stated firmly, "Then acting overtly is our only option. Subterfuge is pointless."



Arjun shook his head and rolled his eyes.



"Have you never heard the phrase 'all warfare is deception', General? You're being far too heavy handed! We cannot assume what she knows! And even if she knows about time travel," here he leaned forward, "there is a benefit to not acting rashly and pretending that we do not know that she knows."



"I am aware of many platitudes about war, Your Majesty," Ironwood replied tightly, "But in the real world, it is difficult to keep anything secret for long. We have been given a respite from a potentially devastating attack, for now, but Salem will contrive a new plan quickly. We cannot give her that time."



"At the same time, we can't fight with enemies in our midst," Ghira pointed out, and Kali nodded, "We must get our house in order before any offensive movements should be planned. Lionheart needs to be removed. Taken back here for questioning-We need to know everything he knows."



Ozpin slowly nodded.



"Agreed. We must assume he has been apprised of the situation-Salem or another of his spies would have told him. Until we can be reasonably assured we are no longer compromised, we must proceed carefully, James."



James' scowl grew deeper. Ozpin held up a hand.



"At the same time? You are right. We must also act decisively. Qrow? How confident are you about bringing in Leonardo alive?"



Qrow sucked in a breath through his teeth and shook his head.



"If he's been lying all this time? There's a lot of unknowns. I wouldn't feel comfortable going in without some backup."



Glynda set her jaw. She stepped forward.



"I can go with him-"



"No, your absence would be too obvious, Glynda," Ozpin stated, "And besides, you need to be here for your daughter and to defend Vale."



Glynda scowled a bit, but the conflict was clear. She slowly nodded.



"I'm rusty," Isabel said, "As is my team, but-"



"We could go," Arjun stated savagely, "Isabel, Nick and Saia would ensure I kept him alive."



Ozpin again shook his head.



"We've already had a massive firefight with your four involved," he sighed, "Subtle you are not, Arjun, Isabel."



"We were subtle plenty of times!" Isabel argued with a scowl. Qrow and Taiyang snickered with all the maturity you would expect of them.



"Sure you were," Qrow snorted, "You snuck into a castle and left it a giant pile of rubble after. What a complete mystery."



"Oooh!" Isabel growled, turning and glaring at Qrow. Ozpin hid a smile behind his mug.



"He has a point, Isabel," he stated.



"Then I'll go," Taiyang stated firmly. At everyone's looks, he shook his head.



"I'm still the Captain Huntsman of Patch. I've been getting back into shape. Qrow and I work together like we're telepathically linked. I'm the best choice."



"Your daughters," Isabel tried, but Taiyang smiled.



"My daughters have grown up strong in spite of me, not because of me. They'll be fine." He shrugged. "Besides, I am doing it for them."



James scowled. Qrow looked at Taiyang.



"You sure?" He asked.



Taiyang nodded firmly.



"I'm sure," he said.



Ozpin sipped his mug and nodded.



"Very well. You'll leave tomorrow night, when things have calmed down."



"We can volunteer some forces to go with them," Kali volunteered, but Ozpin shook his head. He held up a hand when James also opened his mouth to object.



"No. Speed and secrecy above all else is the best choice here. We don't know how far Lionheart's resources go."



"I could at least give them my airship," Arjun protested, "I could go along as a guide-"



"No, Arjun," Ozpin stated firmly. Arjun ground his teeth... Then nodded.



"Fine," he muttered.



"Nothing personal," Taiyang said quietly to Arjun, "Lionheart hurt me too... But not in the same way."



Arjun sucked in a deep breath through his nostrils and let it out. Isabel squeezed his arm comfortingly.



"You'd better give them a proper goodbye," Isabel stated with a threat in her voice. Taiyang nodded and smiled.



"I will... As well as some... Other business."



Nobody needed to be a psychic to know what other business Taiyang had. She was imprisoned at the bottom of this very tower, seething. Ozpin sought to break the melancholy as best he could.



"Besides," Ozpin said, "while you and your team are still quite formidable? This requires a more delicate touch. Also... You have a far more important job to do."



"And that is?" Arjun demanded. Ozpin nodded to Ghira, Kali and James.



"Announcing that Pandu, Vale, Atlas, and Menagerie will initiate formal diplomatic relations at the Vytal Tournament, of course."



"What?!" Ironwood demanded in disbelief. "You have any idea of how impossible that is?!"



Arjun sucked in a breath and looked over at Ghira.



"While we have a trading relationship," he said carefully, "Formal recognition would be a difficult pill to swallow for our parliament. Saia has been trying for years but we've barely moved the needle."



"We've been trying for almost twenty years," Kali sighed with a shake of her head, "Best we've gotten is a lukewarm sort of relationship with Mistral and recognition from Vacuo-Which is practically worthless given their government is about as strong as a sprig of catnip. To say nothing of the pro-White Fang elements in our government."



Ozpin leaned forward.



"I am prepared," he said, "To use every favor, every link, every means at my disposal to get Vale to recognize Menagerie and normalize relations. I can get the votes if I put my all into it. I was content to work on it slowly, but now we have no time. James? You have Willow Schnee in your corner. I'm sure between all of us, we can bully her husband and anyone else into it."



James grimaced.



"It's still a tall order."



"No doubt," Ozpin said, "But I will do everything possible to ensure you can make it pass. Arjun? You do work with the SDC anyway, you can also apply leverage."



"I will," Arjun agreed. Ozpin looked over at James.



"And you too have been trying to get Isabel Arc's medical expertise, James. Here is the perfect opportunity to obtain it."



He looked at Isabel, who flushed. Kali and James looked at her intently. She grit her teeth, clenched her fists... And then sighed.



"All right," she allowed, "If we can make this look like something other than a gigantic bribe-"



"They'll say it is anyway, that's just politics, dear," Kali said with a small smile. Isabel nodded.



"Then... Yes. I'll put my hat in the ring."



James hummed. He shook his head.



"It is still going to be difficult... But... It seems a little less impossible right now," he reluctantly admitted. "I will do my best, Ozpin, but you all need to deliver too."



"Agreed," Arjun said, frowning but less tense than before.



"It will also help sell Menagerie's Council on the deal," Kali said happily, hugging Isabel, "Oh, this is going to be wonderful!"



"Fantastic," Isabel deadpanned.



"The White Fang is still the biggest problem," Ghira pointed out, as Kali nodded. Ozpin shook his head.



"I am aware. But I have a plan to help with that... As well as prevent the rumors of time travel from spreading any further. No need to cause a panic if we can help it."



"And that would be?" Isabel asked. Ozpin smiled.



"Your husband is the key, actually."



Isabel grew an incredulous look. Arjun raised his eyebrows.



"How so?" Arjun asked.



"I believe you and Nick tried to make a formal marriage contract between Jaune and your daughter?" Ozpin asked lightly. Isabel glared hot death at Arjun.



"You what?!"



"We didn't go through with it!" Arjun said quickly, holding his hands up.



"But suppose," Ozpin said with a small smile, "You had? Indeed, suppose Nick Arc, who was infamous for going about, making friends, and agreeing to things when his partner and wife were not there to prevent it... Had signed marriage contracts with a great many families for his son?"



Many jaws dropped. Isabel was the first to get her mouth back into shouting order.



"Are you kidding me?! Who would believe that sort of nonsense?!"



"Which is more likely," Qrow asked with a smirk, "Time travel, or Nick Arc being dumb enough to sign marriage contracts for his son with multiple families and forgetting about it until now?"



Isabel opened and closed her mouth several times, her face flushed in rage. Arjun hummed.



"Honestly? I would be more surprised it hadn't happened sooner."



"Totally," Taiyang nodded.



"Indeed," Glynda deadpanned.



"I've known the man for a few hours and I wholeheartedly agree," Ghira nodded.



"Same!" Kali added.



"It would not surprise me in the least," Ironwood observed dryly.



Isabel threw her hands up in the air.



"I-You-URGH!"

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Isabel: "All right ladies! It's time for more embarassing baby pictures of Jaune!"

Jaune: "MOM! Why did you even bring those?!"

Isabel: "I always bring them with me! For all my children!" Holds up the album "Here's Jaune's baptism and the celebration we had with the town for his birth!"

Ruby: "Oh wow! That's... Wait. What's this photo?!"

Ruby holds up a photo of baby Jaune being held between Nick and Isabel... In front of a Deathstalker tied up in ribbons and wearing makeup.

Nick: "Oh! That's a tradition I started! Every time we had a kid, I'd grab a Grimm, tie it up, and dress it up in makeup to humiliate it! Then we all killed it for good luck!"

Isabel: sigh "It did seem unfair to make him do all the Arc Family traditions without contributing one of his own... That's what he came up with."

Yang: "Why did you make up the Deathstalker... Like a whore?"

Nick: "Because that's what Grimm deserve!"

Emerald: "Wait..." Looks suspiciously at Jaune, then at Amethyst "Did Jaune do that for you, too?"

Amethyst: "Yup!"

Julian: "Totally! Mama helps!"

Xander: "Every time!"

Petra: "Of course!"

Xia: "Mom helped out!"

Ash and Ashley: "Our mom did too!"

Nicholas: "It was to honor Grandpa!"

Theodore: "To honor Grandma and Grandpa James."

Dorothy: sigh "Yeah..."

Leander and Leandra: "It's become very popular on Menagerie."

August: "No kidding! In Pandu too!"

Nick: "HAHAHA! THAT'S MY BOY! KEEP THE TRADITION ALIVE!"

Jaune: groans

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The timing for this one is a little fuzzy but it will fit into the story proper, I assure you.



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Schnee Mansion, Atlas, Solitas



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Jacques Schnee was not a man who wasted time on worrying. Worrying was a luxury even he could not afford. There was too much to do, too much at stake, to waste your energy on worry. He was the type of man who seized the day, who took every opportunity he could to improve his standing.



After all, it was a harsh, bitter world. He'd learned this early on: The only way to change your circumstances was by your own will.



Worrying robbed you of your will. Made you fear things that might not even happen.



Worrying over his family was irrelevant. As long as they functioned as he needed them to? They could attend to their own affairs.



It was how he had experienced life. He'd started with nothing, and now he was one of the most powerful men in the world. What did he care about their feelings? What mattered was that he knew what was best, and they just had to accept it.



Worrying. Bah.



All that said, Jacques Schnee did find himself a bit concerned when he returned home to a deserted house. He had hoped to catch some sleep and then see to Whitley before he resumed the economic conference: The possibility of a billion lien deal to expand his operations in Mistral was too important to miss for any reason.



He frowned as he saw that Whitley wasn't there to greet him as he entered the foyer. He tapped his Scroll and linked to the surveillance system Willow thought he didn't know about.



"Locate Whitley."



The computer processed things for a moment before returning:



"Master Whitley is not present."



Jacques' brow furrowed.



"Locate Klein."



"Mister Klein is not present."



"Locate Willow."



"Mistress Willow is not present."



Jacques worked his jaw. Whitley being gone? Well, a young man did deserve the chance to go out and attend to his own affairs, he supposed. As long as he was being productive and wasn't damaging the family name? Jacques could forgive a fair amount from his heir. Especially since he was far more compliant than his sisters.



Klein being gone? He could be off seeing to Weiss. The butler was an annoyance but too valuable to dismiss.



Willow being gone? Feh. Maybe the old drunk had gone off on a vacation. His agents would keep track of her.



All three of them being gone at the same time... With no alerts?



This was extremely unusual.



He tapped his Scroll again.



"Fafnir. Come."



It only took about five minutes for a familiar winged shadow to cross over the windows overhead. The front doors opened, and a tall, white haired figure strode in.



He was far taller than Jacques, and built like a tank. His advanced Atlasian Specialist-tier battle armor outlined his muscular form perfectly, from his strong arms to his broad chest. A shock of black hair, cut short but messy, waved from the top of his head over a stern pair of red eyes. Sharp ears like an elf's pointed out of his hair, like horns. A breathing mask covered up the rest of his face from his chin up to his nose, but faint scars still decorated his temples where the mask didn't fully cover. A large sword hung from his belt, encased in a metallic sheath. Large leathery wings rose up high on his back, before folding down around his shoulders like a cloak.



The dragon-like man dropped to a knee and bowed his head before Jacques.



"Master Jacques. What is it you wish of me?" He asked in a voice as rough as coal.



Jacques avoided rolling his eyes only through long practice, but a slight smirk was on his face.



"Rise, Fafnir. And how many times must I tell you not to do that?" He asked.



Fafnir rose, and stared intently at Jacques.



"I must show my fealty to my lord and master," Fafnir stated, "It is our way, as I keep reminding you."



"We both know you do it to annoy me," Jacques sighed. Fafnir's eyes betrayed nothing.



"Servants have their own ways of doing things," Fafnir replied. Jacques held in a sigh.



"Very well. Willow, Whitley, and Klein are all gone. I've checked my messages-Nothing."



Fafnir nodded. He strode over to the computer terminal near the grand staircase of the foyer. He held up an arm and a needle-like probe emerged from between his knuckles. He inserted it into the terminal's dataport, and his eyes flickered back and forth.



"They left last night after receiving a call from Beacon. User ID is Glynda Goodwitch," he reported.



Jacques' eyebrows rose.



"Show me the call," he ordered.



Fafnir nodded, and a moment later Jacques got a message on his Scroll. He opened it up and watched the recording.



His eyes widened with every passing minute of the recording. His jaw dropped in disbelief.



"Nick Arc's son?!" He snarled. "That-That buffoon?! THAT SCOUNDREL?! BOTH OF MY DAUGHTERS?!"



He remembered that blond idiot all too well. How he'd blundered into his attempts to court Willow during that assassination fiasco. He'd cost Jacques precious time getting Willow under his spell, and even now she would occasionally rant about how he could never measure up to some country bumpkin with an oversized sword.



I see... The idiot was playing the long game, Jacques growled to himself.



He looked urgently at Fafnir.



"Any news of this out of Vale?!"



"There are reports of a firefight at the Beacon landing pad," Fafnir reported, "Official statement is that it was a training excercise that got out of hand. However, there are some social media reports of various other fights, involving this Jaune Arc, Weiss, and what appears to be his mother, his father, and the king and queen of Pandu."



Jacques seethed. He immediately dialed Willow... Nothing. He dialed Whitley. Again, nothing. He even tried Winter and Weiss, but they didn't respond either.



"Damnit! This... This is a disaster!" He groaned. "That stupid woman!"



"Shall I prepare your ship for launch, Lord?" Fafnir asked, "To head to Vale immediately?"



Jacques opened his mouth... Then thought of the billion lien deal at the conference. He scowled deeply.



"No," he decided, "I will see this through. I've put too much work into this to give up now."



He glared at his top agent.



"You, however, will go and find out what the hell is going on!"



Fafnir again knelt and bowed his head.



"Of course, Master. And what of this Jaune Arc?"



Jacques frowned.



"I will need more information. However... I will NOT have an Arc sully the Schnee name. Pay him off. I will make sure the girls deal with their indiscretion quietly."



"And if he will not comply?" Fafnir asked.



"Then eliminate him," Jacques stated firmly, "Make sure it looks like an accident, but remove him."



Fafnir bowed again.



"As you wish, Master."



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Jacques Schnee is inspired by Jack Frost, who is himself based upon Pakkasukko, a Scandinavian/Russian culture hero with a similar modus operandi. As a result, I have based Jacque's enforcer on Fafnir, a dragon from Norse mythology. He is quite literally Jacques' Dragon. We'll see more of him in the future but I wanted to establish things now.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Training Field 12 wasn't the most state of the art training field on Beacon's grounds. That didn't mean it wasn't well maintained, but it did mean that the equipment there was of the old and rugged variety that had proven it could take whatever punishments fully realized huntsmen and huntresses could dish out. Sure you could do more different things at the more modern fields, hard-light dust and holographic arrays could put some real variety in your training, but the most recently developed modern designs were all designs that hadn't been put through all their paces yet so if you wanted to go all out you were better off going to an older field.

Not that Jaune expected his father and godmother to go all out today, or at the very least they wouldn't go all out for him. A test of his skill wouldn't be enough to make his father sweat even if he gave it his all. He just hoped he had learned enough during his short time at Beacon to not disappoint.

"It's almost exactly as I remember it," Nick smiled as he looked over the facilities he had spent his school years perfecting the art of combat in. "I mean some things have gotten a new paint job, but it's like everything stayed where we left it." Nick's eyes then lit up as he noticed something on a particular stretch of wall running beside the field, and he pointed excitedly, "Look Saia! Look! That dent in the wall Izzy made with Mombi's face is still there!"

"Ah yes, that was the day Mombi tried to kiss you, wasn't it?" Saia recalled with a nostalgic glint in her eye.

Willow Schnee stumbled a step.

"I'm not sure," Nick admitted with a shrug, "All I remember about that day was how amazing Izzy's form was when she made that throw."

"It was a very good throw," Saia agreed before turning her attention to all the people who had followed them to the field. "That set of stands over there offers the best view of the field. Everyone who isn't fighting should find themselves a seat."

The civilians began to shuffle towards the stands with some excited chatter while those that qualified as huntsmen and huntresses remained on the field gathered around Nick and Saia. However most of Jaune's potential wives had stopped paying close attention to the pair after Nick had pointed out the dent in the wall, each of them giving it an appraising look.

"I could make that throw with Emerald," Yang mused as she sized up the other girls, "Weiss and May too."

Emerald glared, May squeaked, and Weiss shrieked in indignation:

"Not If My Glyphs Launch You Into That Wall FIRST!"

"I might be able to pick people up with Polarity," Pyrrha theorized with a dangerous glint in her eye, "Then I'd be able to make that throw with all of you."

"Yeah, well, I could get enough momentum with a Petal Burst to launch anyone that far!" Ruby boasted as her eyes faintly glowed with determination.

"While successfully replicating Isabel's feat would be impressive," Arslan opined as she rolled her shoulders, "It will be much more impressive to perform feats wholly unique to ourselves on a similar scale."

That set the girls' boasting and bickering in a new direction, with each girl espousing some new creative application of violence in a tightening spiral of one-upmanship.

"Saia, could you please make sure they don't hurt each other before we get started?" Nick asked his old friend, "I'd like to use their distraction to have a word with my son."

Saia nodded in answer and so Nick wrapped his left arm around Jaune's shoulder and lead him a few steps away from the crowd before he spoke in a low and gentle voice:

"Jaune, I know you only got your harem yesterday," Nick began, but Jaune opened his mouth in protest.

"It's not a harem Dad it's-" Jaune whispered back only to be interrupted as his father placed his right hand over his mouth in a classic shushing gesture.

"This fight wouldn't be happening if it was a harem," Nick nodded with the confidence of a man who knows things, "Or at least it wouldn't run the risk of turning nasty. They're fighting because they don't know where they stand with you and each other, but if you made it a for real harem they'd know where they stand and wouldn't feel the need to fight for a place to stand."

"That..." Jaune frowned and creased his eyebrows as his father pulled his hand away and let him speak, "...I guess that makes some sense..."

"And like I was saying; I know you only got your harem yesterday," Nick continued satisfied that his son was listening, "And on top of that you gathered all of them in one fell swoop! Taking those two things together and it's no wonder they don't know where they stand with you, because you don't know where you stand with them. Not fully anyways."

Jaune's frown became contemplative. His father wasn't exactly wrong. He had an idea of where he wanted to stand with all of them, some kind of equality would be ideal after all, but knowing where he wanted to stand didn't mean it was clear to any of his potential wives.

"So you need to fix that, starting now," Nick grinned. "This is a chance for the girls of your Harem to show off their fighting powers! Put everyone's strengths and weakness on display, and with that information you'll all know how to relate with each other better! That's how your mother and I first got to know each other! I mean before initiation she thought I was just some idiot with a sword, but after we fought off a hoard of monstrous Grimm together on that day she saw me differently!"

"...How did she see you differently?"

"She saw an idiot with a sword she could trust," Nick's smile grew fond. "We got along much better after that."

"Umm... Dad, that sounds kinda..." Jaune slowly objected.

"Jaune, we got married, so we had to have done something right," Nick reassured his son.

"I guess I can't argue that point," Jaune allowed, "But how does a big fight help us when we don't want them to fight each other?"

"Son, who said we were going to give them a chance to fight each other?" Nick's grin grew mischievous. "Each and every match today is going to be against me, Saia, or both of us." The paladin looked over to the arguing girls and saw how his old friend was managing them. Satisfied that things were well in hand Nick locked eyes with Jaune's only male teammate and waved the green clad young man over.

"Yes Mr. Arc?" Lie Ren asked as Nick pulled Ren and Jaune into a huddle.

"We need to organize Jaune's harem so they'll give the best possible performance against me and Saia," Nick explained. "Since Jaune's still figuring out where he stands with each of them we'll need your insights, so how would would you organize things? Solo duels? Teams? Partner Pairs?"

Ren hummed in thought for a moment, glancing to the still arguing girls before humming again.

"With Professor Goodwitch in a meeting and Cinder missing we have nine brides," Ren reasoned aloud. "That gives us two full teams and a spare. I'd say we let Winter do a solo duel while the rest of the brides fight as teams."

"Tell me why," Nick requested.

"Well solo duels wouldn't be that much different from organizing a tournament where they fight each other," Ren explained. "Baring a major upset the girl who would come out on top would either be Winter or Pyrrha, maybe Arslan or Yang. They'd be followed by Ruby, Blake, Weiss and then May bringing up the rear. Emerald's a wild card."

"And why are you placing them like that?" Nick prompted.

"Winter's one of Atlas' top Specialists, so that's straightforward enough," Ren answered. "Pyrrha has an undefeated record in the world's most competitive tournament scene. Arslan has always reached the finals in the same tournament scene as Pyrrha, and she's faced Pyrrha in the championship match more often than she hasn't; now that she knows how Pyrrha's semblance works she might be able pull off a win. In our school's combat class Yang's the person who places right behind Pyrrha the most consistently. Ruby, Weiss and Blake aren't that far behind Yang, though their exact positions in the rankings fluctuates. Ruby and Weiss are usually ahead of Blake thanks to Ruby's raw speed and Weiss' verticality, but Blake can overtake them in the right situations. From what I've seen May is an excellent sniper, but she's only adequate in melee. On top of that she doesn't have any mobility options to help her relocate if her sniper's nest gets compromised, and everyone here is capable of compromising her position."

Ren glanced back to the bickering brides, a mint haired thief in particular. "If you had asked me to rank Emerald the day before yesterday I would have put her right behind Blake when Miss Belladonna was having an off day, but in light of everything we've learned it's clear that she and Cinder were deliberately selling themselves short in combat class. And that's why she's a wildcard."

Nick looked to his son, "Anything your disagree with?"

"No," Jaune shook his head, "Ren's right. Solo duels would just end up like a tournament with everyone trying to outdo each other, and that risks stratifying them along Ren's predictions. If we want my potential wives to get along we need to have them support each other instead of competing against one another. Team fights would be best, and Winter can role solo this time so the two teams we'll have don't feel like she gave the other team an advantage. She can be part of a team next time."

"Then we know what we're doing now," Nick concluded with a nod and broke the huddle, pulling a drill sergeant's whistle from a shirt pocket.

Jaune covered his ears in preparation for the noise, with Ren following his example as Nick exaggerated the motions of bringing the whistle to his lips. Saia saw these exaggerated motions out of the corner of her eyes and covered her own ears in response.

The shrill sound of the whistle cut through the noise and brought the brides' posturing and oneupmanship to a screeching halt.

"Alright listen up and line up!" Nick bellowed in his best 'man who trains the town militia' voice. The brides followed his instructions while more than one of them put a hand to their ears to deal with the ringing.

"So how are we doing this New Dad?" Nora asked as she positioned herself at Ren's side.

"We'll start with Jaune," Nick began, "I'd like to measure his progress first. Then I'll be fighting Team RWBY, and that should give Arslan, Pyrrha, Emerald and Maia the time they need to organize themselves into the team I'll be fighting after RWBY! Winter! You seemed more keen on testing yourself against Saia than me, correct?"

"Yes sir!" Winter snapped off like the good soldier she was.

"Then the two of you will have a duel after I've tested the teams," Nick instructed. "If we still have time after that I'd like to see how the grandkids are doing, but we'll get that sorted when we get there."

"Alright, you heard my dad!" Nora proclaimed, "Clear the field so my brother can spar with our old man!"

And with that Jaune found himself alone on the training with his father as everyone else joined the civilians in the stands, his potential wives and future children each wishing him luck in their own ways as they left.

"I'll be fighting you with Nogg," His father explained as he reached not for the railgun sword on his back but for the bastard sword attached to his hip. Nogg didn't look like anything special as it was drawn from its' sheath, just a regular well cared for two-edged sword with a slightly longer blade, crossguard, and handle than the sword half of Crocea Mors. Appearances were not deceiving as Nogg was a fairly standard weapon only made special by the person who gave it to his father, the fact that it had been Nick's first real weapon and that it had served as the man's main weapon for years before he acquired his railgun sword Blont Joyeux.

Nick held Nogg in the air in front of him as he gave it a quick inspection in the pre-noon light as he instructed; "Let's start with a few warm up exercises. Show me your guard positions."

Jaune pulled Crocea Mors from its' place on his belt, drawing out the blade and deploying the shield. He held is sword in the ideal mid-guard position with the shield in the proper place.

"Ox guard," Nick prompted. Sword and shield moved smoothly in Jaune's hands to the new position, blade held high and pointed forward like an ox's horn. "Fool's guard," Jaune held his blade out low and forward with the point angled towards the ground, making himself look deceptively open while leaving himself protected. "Roof Guard," Jaune smoothly moved his sword high again with the blade pointed back over his shoulder, ready to fall forward in a devastating slash. "Near Ward," The blade moved down again, pointed behind him ready for an upward swing. "The Plow," Jaune moved back to the ideal mid-guard position.

Nick nodded in satisfaction before swinging Nogg in a slow and clearly telegraphed swing. Jaune easily moved to the right guard to block with his own blade. Nick swung again from beneath this time, and Jaune once again blocked with his blade.

The two of them fell into a rhythm. Nick would swing in a telegraphed strike and Jaune would block with his own sword or shield again and again, with each swing slowly becoming faster and faster until Jaune felt like he was having trouble keeping up. Nick then disengaged and gave his son a satisfied nod.

"Let's test your footwork and spacing now," Nick smiled as he held his blade out again. "Touch the middle of your blade to the middle of mine, and do your best to keep it there no matter where I move it or step.

Jaune did as his father asked, keeping their swords in contact as his father slowly moved Nogg around and began to step back and fourth. The two of them moved around in circles, lines and loops that resembled a dance that once again started slow and grew faster and faster until Jaune once again felt like he was having trouble keeping up.

Nick came to a halt and gave Jaune another satisfied nod, a small smile gracing his lips.

"I'll fight you on this level," His father surmised as the two of them separated. As the appropriate distance to start a duel grew between them Nick continued, "If you can land five hits on me without getting hit yourself and we'll call it your win."

"Five hits in a row, or just five hits?" Jaune asked as he adjusted his grip on Crocea Mors.

"Just five hits."

"Ring outs or my aura hitting the red is still my loosing condition?"

"That will work," Nick agreed.

"Alright then, I think I'm ready," Jaune took a steadying breath. "You ready?"

"I am," Nick smiled before yelling to the side, "Give Us A Signal New Daughter!"

"Got It New Dad!" Nora cheered as she hefted her hammer and swung it at a mighty gong that Ren had somehow procured while Jaune and Nick had been warming up. The low brass sound reverberated over the training yard.

Father and Son sprung forward as the noise reached their ears, and sword met shield...

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Maharaja Palace, Hastinpur, Kingdom of Pandu, Southern Mistral, Animus

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Lalbagh Garden was a beautiful space in Maharaja Palace. Tropical birds flew freely through the air betwen the trees, coming in every color of the rainbow. Flowers of every description filled the beds, tended by the finest gardeners in Pandu. Small ponds of fish dotted the grounds, their splashing delighting children who came to visit. Sacred shrines to Dharmist and Pathist deities offered respite and shelter.



Under one such shrine sat a dusky skinned back with raven black hair and a short cut mustache. His nose was beak like, his eyes black as coal. He wore dark reds under a golden tactical vest, inscribed with holy verse. A dark blue cloak hung from his shoulders. Specks of gray dotted his hair, marking him as older. He sat before the statue of Maia, one of the Dharma goddesses. Just as he had for many years now, he bowed his head and prayed.

Karna Kaurava had been taken into the Maharaja Palace when he was only six years old. His mother had been Kunti, same as Arjun, but his father had been Surya, of the Kaurava Clan. Kunti had divorced Surya and married Pandu when he came to the throne, after Surya had died in battle. His uncle, Duryodhana, had taken over the leadership of the clan after their exile from Hastinpur and the halls of power.



Karna had been put into foster care, in a sense, with his own biological mother and his step-father, the king, to try and mend the great feud between their houses. He had grown up with his half-brothers, Arjun being the one closest to his own age. As a result, they had grown up together, nearly inseparable. Despite being only half-brothers, they were as thick as full kin.



Neither had expected to be thrust into any position of authority. Their eldest brother Yudhishtira was destined to become king after Pandu, and so the princes had trained and enjoyed themselves. Karna wanted to be a royal guard, while Arjun had longed to become a pilot and Hunter. Their childhood memories were filled with laughter and joy.



Then... His uncle Duryodhana had come to him in the night. He told him that Pandu had murdered Surya. That the family was using him to keep his true family down. He had shown him the plight of the Kauravas: Reduced to mobsters and criminals in a kingdom they had ruled for centuries. Duryodhana told him he had been lied to, that the Kauravas were not monsters and Grimm worshippers! It was all lies.



Karna had believed them. Gods help him, he had. His own mother was distant with him, busy ruling the kingdom. His step-father was kind, but every interaction was now colored in the fact Pandu had murdered his blood father. And Arjun? Arjun never took anything seriously, content to live and play and laugh.



A seed had been planted in Karna. A seed that finally came to fruition when Duryodhana asked him to let his forces into the palace. His uncle promised they would only take hostages to get what they were owed. There were supporters from outside Pandu who wanted to return the Kauravas to their rightful place. It had seemed so easy! Karna didn't think, couldn't think, that his true family would be heartless monsters! He had let them into the palace...



And it turned into a massacre. Duryodhana had slaughtered everyone. He claimed it was self defense, that they had refused to surrender... But the bodies of his step-brothers and his mother, lying on the floor covered in blood, still haunted him.



Then came the new order. Loyalists were rounded up and executed with show trials, or tossed to the Grimm to be devoured. The people starved. Mistralian thugs were let in to help support the regime and brutalized their people. Karna had tried to speak up, tried to denounce this... And he had been silenced.



"After all," Duryodhana mocked, sitting on the throne with a smirk, "If not your family... Who would you turn to? Who else do you have left in this world that you have not betrayed? In the end, all you have... Is us."



Karna had no answer for that. His heart was torn in two, and he bitterly lamented ever being born. All the suffering and death was on his head, all of it his fault.



Yet he had one spot of hope.



Arjun and Saia had escaped. They had fled to Vale... And returned years later to reclaim the throne. Karna had helped them every step of the way in secret, to try and make up for his horrible crimes.



When they met again at last, Arjun had been prepared to kill Karna. Karna... Had accepted this. He had fought his brother, but he held back. After all, death was a fitting punishment for a traitor like him. A monster who had gotten his true family murdered... He had deserved no less.



He could still see Arjun standing over him, arrow notched, bow ready. They had fought in this very garden as Arjun made his assault. He could still see the blood on Arjun's brow, the wounds inflicted despite his Aura. Karna had closed his eyes, and prayed that his death would be enough penance.



That he could stop feeling this pain. Stop feeling this guilt.



"Arjun... Don't."



Karna had opened his eyes. A blond young man in blue and white Valean armor, a blue scarf waving from his neck and several swords on his back, had reached out to rest a hand on Arjun's forearm. Arjun gritted his teeth.



"He killed our family," he snarled.



"And it's killing him," the young man said, "Can't you see? How much it hurts him? Besides, he helped us get this far."



Two other companions of Arjun had appeared. Isabel Arc, their leader and healer, and Saia, Arjun's maid and Caster. They too looked to Arjun, eyes begging him to show compassion.



"I should die," Karna whispered, "It's the price I should pay... My horrible mistake..."



"Revenge isn't the answer, Arjun," Isabel said softly, "It won't bring back your parents... It won't fix anything. He helped us."



"Please, Arjun," Saia begged softly, "Please."



Arjun's cold eyes looked between his friends. They went back to Karna. The archer trembled. He took a long, deep breath.



"... I can't do it," he whispered, lowering his bow and arrow. "I can't... I can't kill more kin."



Karna had shaken his head, tears falling from his eyes.



"I deserve to die," he had insisted, "I deserve to! After everything I did... How can you spare me?!"



"Because they're right," Arjun sighed, "It won't bring back our family. It won't change anything."



"I can't live with what I've done," Karna murmured.



"Then you'll have to find a way," Arjun stated angrily, "Because I won't lose anyone else!"



A long and arduous battle with Duryodhana had ensued. Poor Saia had nearly been torn in half. Isabel had to regenerate almost all her limbs. Nick had fought on with most of his bones broken. Arjun had nearly bled out, as had Karna, from their injuries. The city had been wrecked as Duryodhana had even unleashed Grimm upon them and the populace.



But Duryodhana had been defeated. He had been imprisoned. Peace and freedom had been restored.



Karna had taken up his duty to serve his kingdom and his brother. To make up for all the terrible things he had done.



And to watch over the most precious thing in the kingdom to Arjun and Saia...



"Uncle Karna!"



Karna opened his eyes. A young boy of about thirteen rushed into the shrine, panting hard. He wore the purple and gold vestments of a Prince, but had discarded his gold laced headress. He quickly scooted behind the statue of the goddess Maia.



Karna smirked a bit.



"Abhimanyu," he scolded his nephew gently, "Are you hiding from your tutors again?"



"Yes!" Abhimanyu hissed, "And if you squeal on me, I'll-I'll have the guards put you in prison!"



Karna chuckled. A few of the guards ran by, one pausing by the shrine.



"Lord Karna? Have you seen Prince Abhimanyu?"



Karna debated if it would be true justice to turn his nephew back over to the tender mercies of his teachers for a few moments. He could feel Abhimanyu's glare through the statue. He smiled and pointed to his left.



"He went that way," he said.



"Thank you Lord Karna!" The guard replied, turning and rushing off. Karna watched him go. Abhimanyu slowly snuck out from behind the statue, and sighed in relief.



"Thanks Uncle," he said.



Karna rolled his eyes.



"You're as bad as your father, you know," he huffed. Abhimanyu grinned as he sat next to his uncle.



"You think so?"



"Yes," Karna sighed, "You're the Crown Prince. You need to take things seriously."



"I know," Abhimanyu grumbled, rubbing the wooden floor of the shrine, "But it's so boring! Uncle Drona's being all mean and grumpy just because Mom and Dad are away and he has to be the Regent."



He looked at his uncle eagerly.



"Can't you teach me some shooting or-or something cool? Maybe swords?"



"Only if you finish your studies," Karna stated firmly. "A king can't afford to be stupid."



"I'm not stupid!" Abhimanyu protested. "Besides, a king needs to know how to manage stuff more than stupid biology and junk. I can learn that better in a video game!"



Karna chuckled, and ruffled his nephew's hair. Abhimanyu scowled and batted his hand away.



"Hey!"



"You must also appreciate the beauty of the world around you, Abhimanyu," Karna said with a smile, "A true king understands why he must be ready for his role. And why he must understand what he rules."



Abhimanyu grumbled.



"I know I appreciate video games..." He considered and then grinned. "So I'll make sure game studios start in Pandu so I'll always make the best decisions for the kingdom to keep making good ones!"



Karna sighed.



"Truly, the kingdom is in the best of hands," he deadpanned.



His Scroll went off. He pulled it out and opened it up. Abhimanyu leaned over curiously.



"Is it from Dad?" He asked eagerly.



"It is," Karna agreed.



"Why isn't he just calling over the vid?"



"Probably because he wants to ensure the transmission can't be intercepted, " Karna explained, "He triple encrypted it. Let's see..."



He tapped out a few ciphers. The message soon resolved itself. He chuckled.



"He was always using the same cipher numbers, I'll have to get him to change tha-"



His eyes widened in shock. Abhimanyu leaned over to look at the Scroll screen. The young prince's eyes bugged out.



"Maia's alive?!" He gasped.



"Shhh," Karna hissed, scanning around carefully. There wasn't anyone nearby, but that meant nothing. "He kept it top secret for good reason..."



"I-I knew that," Abhimanyu defended himself, leaning back with a huff. Karna read the rest of the message, and sighed.



"Well... His instructions are clear enough," he murmured. "I'll have to start immediately. Find out every path that bastard might take..."



Duryodhana had told him forces from Mistral had aided in the overthrow, but he had never let Karna learn any names. Even after his defeat, he'd ensured all his records had been destroyed.



If Leonardo Lionheart himself had been the culprit...



He would need to put all their agents on high alert. The lion bastard would be trying to find an escape route if this had gotten out. He'd have to talk to their agents at Haven to find him, make it easier to track him down...



At least this time, Karna mused, I am making the right choices.



"Still, it's great!" Abhimanyu said with a grin, "If Maia's alive?"



"Oh?" Karna asked, raising an eyebrow at his nephew. Abhimanyu nodded happily.



"It means she'll have to go to the boring ruler classes, and I won't!"



Karna smirked a bit. He flicked his nephew on the forehead, just as Arjun had done to him when they were growing up.



"OW! What was that for?" Abhimanyu whined.



"Just nostalgia," Karna chuckled.



- - -



Karna is based upon Karna from the Mahabharata, just like Arjun, Saia, Abhimanyu and the other Pandavan characters. I took some liberties with the story for the purposes of adaptation but I hope I'm making things more fleshed out.

 

[FinalFormer]

Reposted From The SpaceBattles Thread

Childhood Memories: The Gift

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Arc-Belladonna Household, Lake City of Ebisu, Menagerie. Leander and Leandra Arc-Belladonna. Ages: 16.

The beautiful city of Ebisu was established, as it was told to them by their grandfather, 3 years after the Defeat of Salem and 1 year after they were born. When the lake introduced a new source of fish for the citizens and fishermen.

In the heart of the city was the Arc-Belladonna Household, beautifully built to resemble the home Blake grew up in, with a small nods to Jaune's family home. It had to undergo multiple renovations and expansions after they had more twins and the triplets... Both sets of them.

It was Blake's birthday and Jaune had taken her out for a night on the town. The twins, Leander and Leandra, promised them that they would watch over all their brothers and sisters, make sure none of them got into any trouble or got hurt.

That, however, didn't apply to Leander and Leandra. At least, that's what they thought.

"Can't you two just do something normal for Mom? Like make a bracelet or something?" Whined their little sister Pyrrha.

"Listen, Pyrrha. We're only going to be gone for an hour at most," Leandra reassured her. She then took a hearty bite out of her bagel (With extra salmon and cream cheese of course) "We'll be back before you know it!"

"Leandra, don't talk with food in your mouth," Leander reprimand, Leandra pouting in response. "Pyrrha, we know what we're doing. The trip to Vale will be instantaneous. We'll be gone for at least an hour. I think you can handle that. Do you remember what the others can't have?"

"Sienna isn't allowed to have any boys over, as per Dad's rules. Pierre and Sylvester are allowed to go fishing with Tsubaki and Shiro if they finish their homework. Kuroka, Arturia, and Itsuka aren't allowed to get any red fruit juice. Period. And the others are with Nana Kali, so I don't have to worry about them. Is that everything?" Pyrrha asked. She really hated when they threw their responsibilities onto her whenever they come up with some hair-brained scheme, but she's gotten so used to it, she figured that she might as well memorize everything about her siblings.

"Sounds about right," Leandra grabbed her brother's arm and ran to the nearest bookshelf, preparing to use her Semblance. "We'll be back soon!"

And in an instant, the twins were at the docks of Vale. Leander looked around, confused as to why they weren't at the bookstore like they had planned.

"Leandra, what are we doing at the docks?" He asked his sister. His ears folded, showing his displeasure. They were in Vale for something important. It was best if they didn't waste time!

"Well, it's been awhile since we went to Vale, so I figured why don't we go sightseeing for a bit! I heard they have lobster sandwiches on the other side of the docks!" Leandra said excitedly. Her and Leander's ears began twitching at the mention of seafood. Leander's stomach began to growl. He only had a light breakfast. (It was the same as Leandra.)

"Well...," Leander rubbed his chin, pondering. "I've never had Vale lobster before. And I am quite hungry..."

Leandra stared at her brother expectantly. Then he finally made up his mind.

"Ok, sign me up. But remember, we have to get to the bookstore before it closes. We don't want Pyrrha thinking we ditched her with the others for no reason." With that, Leandra led the way. The smell of lobster and yummy clam chowder began hit their Faunus senses. Maybe a few minutes of sightseeing wouldn't hurt.

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"Leandra?"

"Yes, Leander?"

"How the hell did we end up in this situation?"

The twins were currently in the middle of a shootout. It started when they finally made it to the bookstore after being sidetracked (again) by the smell of sweets and fish and almost getting pickpocketed. Apparently, someone from the Sons of Adam had recognized them. What ensued was a city-wide chase that caused, what Leander estimated, 500,000 lien in damages. It was very unfortunate that they didn't bring their weapons. But then again, they weren't exactly expecting to get jumped by their mom's oldest enemies! So right now, their best option was to run to a safe enough area to teleport back home.

"KILL THE IMPURE!!!" Yelled the high priest. "KILL THE MONGRELS OF ARC!!!!"

'Ok. That was mean.' Thought both of the twins.

"We have to get out of here!" Leander shouted.

"We've got to get them off our tail first! We can't jump if they can see us!" Leandra reminded him. It was the one thing the two hated about their Semblance. They needed a big distraction in order to pull a fast one on these stooges.

Their ears picked up a pair of footsteps from above. The skylight above them shattered as a swirl of red flower petals burst towards their pursuers.

"AUNT RUBY!!!" They both cried out in relief. Ruby turned, her face suddenly full of confusion.

"Leander!? Leandra!? What the heck are you two doing in Vale!?" Ruby asked. She swung Crescent Rose into its sniper form and opened fire. She took down a few of the cultists, scaring off a few of the others.

Before the remaining ones got a semblance of courage to go for a full charge, they were all bombarded by shotgun blasts. Their other aunt, Yang Xiao-Long, had entered the fray.

Once the last of the cultists had been neutralized and the authorities arrived, the twins took it as an opportunity to--

"Where do you two think you're going!?" Both Ruby and Yang yelled at the two before they could leave.

"What were you two thinking picking a fight with a cult!?" Yang yelled at Leandra.

"Don't you guys know who these guys are!? They literally want to kill you!!" Ruby yelled at Leander.

Their ears drooped. It wasn't like they wanted to get chased across half a damn city.

"We were just getting a birthday present for our Mom! We weren't looking for trouble this time!" Leandra defended their actions. "Wait.. Crap! We've been gone for three hours! Leander we have to go home!"

They had to promise Ruby, Yang, and Mr. Ozpin that they wouldn't do this again (Despite the fact that they never even did anything!) before they were allowed to leave.

In an instant, they returned home. Leandra immediately rushed to the bathroom. Leander winced, hearing the unholy noises coming from the his sister. He forgot that she got queasy when they traveled with his Semblance.

"What the hell took you too so long! Mom and Dad are back! They're asking where you were!?" Pyrrha yelled at Leander. Her tail was stiff. Oh, yeah. She's mad.

"Look, it's a long story. We'll pay you back, we swear." Leander bargained. Leandra exited the bathroom, her face a little green and her ears slightly drooping.

"Pay her back for what?" Before Pyrrha could even respond to whatever deal Leander was trying to make,, the calm voice of their mother cut her off.

Blake Arc-Belladonna had entered the room. She looked about 4 months pregnant. Her hair was tied into a braid. Next to her, with their youngest kids hanging off him, was their father Jaune.

"Pay her back foooor, pitching in for this!" Leandra gathered up enough strength to take control of the situation. She raised the wrapped present to her mother. Blake took it, Leandra turned to Pyrrha and winked. She hoped she would appreciate the gesture.

Blake unwrapped the present, and her eyes widened with surprise.

"I-I can't believe it. An original copy of 'Devious Machinations' Volume 1? How did you two--?"

"We went through your collection and we noticed that of all the books you have, 'Devious Machinations' was the only one that was missing a first volume." Leander explained.

"So, we searched everywhere on every website, went to the trader's district of Vacuo, the Barter's Corner in Mistral, and even asked Auntie Weiss to guide us through the Auction Houses of Atlas until we got a call from Moses that a bookstore in the Market District finally had a copy in stock!" Leandra happily regailed their search for the perfect gift.

"Happy birthday, Mom!!" The twins said in unison.

Blake hugged her children. She couldn't believe they went out of their way to get such a meaningful gift!

"Should I be concerned that our kids casually bought you smut?" Jaune asked.

"Hush. It's actually really tame." Blake shut down his attempt at being funny. She wanted to take in the kindness of her children's hearts.

The next day, their parents saw the news report of the twins' misadventure in Vale. Leander and Leandra were promptly grounded for the next two weeks.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

In celebration of Blake's birthday, here is a fun story of her twins!

I like to think that Blake named a majority of her and Jaune's kids after book characters, with the exceptions being Pyrrha, Sienna, Arturia, and Shiro. I always have fun thinking of names for the rest of the kids' siblings.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Ozpin's Office



- - -



After making use of Theodore's codes, Ironwood and Ozpin opened up the communication lines. Ironwood naturally got into contact with his military attaches and contacts across Remnant. Arjun contacted his intelligence services and a few other members of Pandu's government. Ghira and Kali did much the same for Menagerie. Ozpin called several people in Mistral and other locations, keeping it private for the most part. Isabel herself made some calls, mainly to Arc-En-Ciel but also to many family members.



Things were going to get even more complicated even faster, it seemed.



The meeting dissolved into several smaller ones across the office after that. Ozpin, Ghira, Arjun, and Ironwood were in deep discussion, which often consisted of angry whisper-shouting. Mainly on Arjun and Ironwood's parts.



"We literally have one old air dreadnought! We don't have the room to base more than that!" The Pandu king hissed.



"Well getting a base in Pandu would certainly make the Atlasian Council more strongly consider an actual alliance!" Ironwood said defensively.



"Still doing better than us," Ghira groused, "We only have cruisers and destroyers. And an Atlasian base on mainland Menagerie is out of the question."



"Then allow us to clear one of these island chains for you," Ironwood stated, "There are several you've claimed but are disputed and are run by pirates and bandits. One of those would be an easier sell."



"Atlas doing that would be extremely... Dicey," Ghira stated, "To say the least. It would look like you would want a forward base to invade us with."



"We could do that with the bases we already have, Chieftain," Ironwood replied. Ozpin gently cleared his throat.



"The VDF has a number of air carriers, destroyers and cruisers," Ozpin said, "They haven't been used in warfare in some time, but Vale's Defense forces aiding yours with Atlasian support might be less dicey."



"We're going to need an army of diplomats and miracle workers to sell a full alliance," Arjun mused.



Glynda was talking with Taiyang and Qrow.



"He hasn't moved out of Haven," Glynda said, eyeing some images of said Mistralian Hunter's Academy, "No signs of him anywhere else."



"If he's been working for Salem this long, we can't assume anything," Qrow stated grimly. Glynda nodded. Taiyang hummed.



"If only we knew why he'd betrayed us."



Qrow shrugged.



"Lot of reasons for a man to turn on his allies. In Leo's case? Hm... Wealth doesn't seem like one. Power maybe? He always came off as some sniveling little weasel."



"I guess we'll just have to ask him, when we clobber him," Taiyang stated, slamming his fists together.



Qrow smirked and nodded.



"Violence can help loosen a man's lips."



"Though we'll have to wait for his teeth to grow back," Taiyang added with a grim smile. One his brother from another mother returned. Glynda held in a sigh with long practice.



"Please, try not to kill him," Glynda stated firmly, "I have no love for traitors but he can't tell us anything if he's dead."



"We'll do our best," Taiyang promised.



"And if we do kill him? We'll find someone with a necromancy Semblance," Qrow shrugged, swigging some whiskey from his flask, "Gotta be someone with that around here. Hell, maybe one of Arc's kids has that power. He's got enough of them."



"Must you be so crass?" Glynda sighed. Qrow smirked.



"What? For all we know, it's one of yours with him! How many did you have with him, anyway?"



"Nine, with a tenth on the way," Glynda stated icily. Qrow gaped at her.



"Seriously?! Boy's got stamina!" He turned to Taiyang. "But we've got her beat with our two girls!"



"This is not a competition!" Glynda hissed. Taiyang shrugged and smiled.



"You're right! We already won!"



Glynda smacked them both over the head with her powers. Qrow and Taiyang winced and rubbed their heads in unison.



"Geez. I feel sorry for your future husband," Qrow said. His face slammed into the floor. "OW! JUST KIDDING!"



Which left Isabel and Kali to discuss things. The cat Faunus Chieftainess had produced several holographic dossiers on doctors and locations in Kuo Kuana for her appraisal. Isabel hummed, looking through the holoscreens with a keen eye.



"This location," Kali pointed out one, "Was an Atlasian hospital when they still controlled this part of Menagerie for their mining operations. We've been using it ourselves while we built a new one. Construction on that one has been delayed so this facility is still in use."



Isabel shook her head.



"It would cost a lot to refurbish it to modern standards," she mused, "And the power systems are totally inadequate, but potentially fixable... What about the other facilities?"



Kali flipped to another building, one which was clean and well maintained but clearly abandoned.



"This is a warehouse we are constructing for the docks," Kali explained, "We ensured it had backup power and water systems so it could be used as a shelter in case of attack." She summoned up another image of an old red brick building. "This used to be a factory we were hoping to refurbish for Dust refinement, as it has many rooms and power facilities, but the Dust mine we were hoping to open up turned out to be worthless, so it's been sitting there."



"Hmmm..." Isabel hummed. "The old hospital is probably our best bet, though it's still going to need an enormous amount of work. It's already a hospital but a severely outdated one. And Valean power systems aren't compatible with yours."



Kali nodded and made some notes. She then smiled warmly at Isabel.



"I'm sure we will solve these issues," she said confidentally. "After all, you turned a thousand year old castle into a hospital!"



"Yes," Isabel allowed, "But we're still paying off the debt on that conversion. My ancestors put in extensive sewage and water lines into the castle to allow it to withstand a siege, so all those tunnels were usable when modern technology came along. However, we still had to cut a LOT of holes into the system and do a massive amount of renovation to make it safe and sanitary. Converting an old hospital into a more advanced one is easier in some ways, but we'll have a lot of challenges still."



She sighed as she looked over the many Faunus doctors.



"For example, your people accepting humans among them," Isabel stated. Kali nodded.



"I know," she said, "Our isolation and the White Fang have cut both ways: Many Faunus in Kuo Kuana have never even met a human before, but have nothing but horror stories by the pro-White Fang elements. Blake being free of them means we have more options, but it's going to take time to convince them."



She smiled warmly at Isabel.



"All that said? It will be worth it," she said. "Blake's shared her future with me. It's... It's honestly beautiful. Humans and Faunus living together in peace. It's like a dream come true."



Isabel nodded slowly.



"I don't disagree that that's a wonderful goal to work towards," Isabel said softly, "I just know it's not going to be easy."



"No," Kali agreed, "But nothing worthwhile ever is." She smiled a bit more softly, and leaned in. Her voice got softer.



"That, and I have a selfish motivation."



"Your daughter's happiness and all those grandchildren?" Isabel murmured back. She nodded and smiled softly. "I can understand that."



"That, and..." Kali held up her Scroll. She flipped to an image of... Isabel's eyes widened slightly.



There was Kali, looking a bit older but still beautiful. She was in a hospital bed, surrounded by Jaune, Blake, and Ghira, with Nick grinning and waving in the background. And in Kali's arms was a small baby Faunus, his face scrunched up and his ears flat against his head.



"I wanted to give Blake siblings," Kali confessed, "But poison ensured that..." She trailed off, her eyes filled with pain. Isabel frowned deeply. She reached out and squeezed Kali's hand.



She'd met many women who had suffered miscarriages at Arc-En-Ciel. Her medical techniques had ensured it was rare, but it still happened. It was always devastating for the parents, and she couldn't help the surge of compassion she felt for this woman.



"The twins told me that you are the reason I had their uncle," Kali murmured, "I... I know it's selfish but..."



Isabel smiled softly.



"Yes, but it's okay," she murmured, "It's wrapped up with a desire to help all your people. There's nothing wrong with that and... And I hope I can help you and Ghira... And Blake."



Kali smiled and nodded. She quickly dabbed her eyes, so quickly a normal person wouldn't have caught it.



"Thank you," she said in a slightly calmer voice. Isabel nodded and turned back to the holo-windows.



Yes, she was being manipulated. Isabel knew that. She also knew the other parents would try similar things on her... Yet Kali was being honest about her manipulations, and she couldn't fault her for that.



The elevator door chimed, and then opened. Out stumbled four figures. Isabel looked up from the holoscreens and her eyes widened. Taiyang and Qrow grinned. Ironwood's eyes narrowed while Arjun smirked and Ozpin raised an eyebrow.



"OZPIN OLD MAN!" Professor Peter Port cried, charging up, "How could you leave us out of the festivities?! You had a jolly good brawl here and we missed it!"



"All because you insisted on driving us to the bar," Professor Bartholomew Oobleck observed, sipping his ever present mug of coffee.



"That led us into an exceptional adventure!" Port protested, "Why, we had to fight off a Grimm Chimera!"



Professor Celestia Peach, a beautiful woman with peach colored hair descending in a waist-length ponytail and dressed in a white dress shirt, black vest, and long green skirt over leather boots stomped up, looking quite irate. The Dust Mistress had several vials and rounds of it on her belt, many recently used.



"Yes, because you drove us into its lair!" She sighed heavily. She brushed her hair out of her face. "Then when we defeated it, we still went to the bar!"



"It's bad luck not to celebrate your victory over a massive Grimm with libations!" Port chortled. The fourth member of the group, Professor Mombi Lang, walked up. She was pale but curvy with black hair in a tight bun, and wore an all concealing black dress. She adjusted her glasses and coughed. As the school librarian, she was generally quiet unless someone disturbed her books.



"Ah, y-yes, well... After that we got in a bar fight-"



"Oobleck started it!" Peach defended herself.



Oobleck sipped his coffee and nodded.



"If someone is going to state gross inaccuracies about the Third Dynasty of Mistral's Golden Emperor, I must challenge them!"



"I agreed with that, but not the violence after!" Mombi said quickly.



"I was fine with the violence," Peach grinned, "Got to use some of that new Quick Lightning Dust!"



"And what a battle it was with those ruffians!" Peter chortled, "Why, we nearly leveled the entire inn!" A pause. "Which is why we had to flee and wait until the heat was down. Apologies, Headmaster. I will contribute whatever I can towards the repairs, I promise."



"I... See," Ozpin managed, his eyebrow twitching a bit. Port grinned.



"Then we heard about the incident this morning and raced over! And what a fantastic story! Miss Adel told the whole thing! I'm sure she edited in some places, maybe exaggerated things here or there, but nevertheless..."



He then pulled out a large gift box, wrapped with golden ribbon, and held it out to Glynda.



"Congratulations, Glynda!" Port cried, "So you lost your chance at Nick! You at least get the son! I knew Mister Arc was manly enough to end your spinsterhood!"



"It's unconventional," Oobleck allowed, as Glynda's face rapidly turned red, "But congratulations! Do try to be hard on him-You wouldn't want to be accused of favoritism!"



"Y-Yes, congratulations," Mombi mumbled with a sigh. "I'm he's just like his father... Kind. Handsome. Hard working..." She blushed and mumbled.



"If he's anything like his father," Peach sighed happily, "He'll definitely make you happy! That's why that witch Isabel snatched him up like a cu-" She paused and looked over at Isabel. She blinked.



The four teachers finally noticed Isabel. Mainly thanks to her teeth grinding almost audibly. Kali scooted away from her in alarm.



"Isabel!" Port cheered. "How wonderful to see you again! I can't wait to see your husband! He was always my favorite student! Also, congrats! Your son is the manliest man I've ever taught!"



"Thank... You..." Isabel growled, glaring death at Peach and Mombi.



Mombi gulped and hid behind Oobleck. Peach coughed and waved nervously.



"Oh! Hello Izzy! How's every little thing?"



"Just fine, thank you," Isabel growled.



"How's Nick?"



"TAKEN."



Oobleck sipped his coffee and looked to Ozpin.



"I take it there's more to the story than mere libertine antics?"



"You mean hedonistic antics," Arjun corrected. Oobleck shook his head.



"No, Hedonism is the philosophy of finding joy in life, libertinism is more focused on the sexual aspect."



"I thought that was Bohemianism?" Ghira questioned. Oobleck again shook his head.



"No, that refers to a Gallian intellectual movement focused on rejecting money and power in favor of free love and artistic expression free of the confines of the modern world."



"Ah, I always get those mixed up," Arjun observed dryly. Ghira nodded with a slight smirk himself.



Ozpin snipped his coffee.



"There is indeed an explanation for the extraordinary events that have taken place in your absence," Ozpin said.



Isabel sucked in a deep breath and calmed herself. She smiled at Ozpin. No matter what her feelings, she knew Ozpin would always come through for her.



Ozpin nodded.



"Namely... It's all Nick's fault."



Isabel gaped.



We're going with that already?!



"And somewhat Isabel's," Ozpin continued.



"WHAT?!" Isabel cried.



"And Glynda's desperation," Qrow snarked, just before a mysterious force slammed his face into the floor. "URK!"



Glynda blushed.



"I am NOT DESPERATE!"



"Indeed!" Port cheered, "You are sensible! My own wife chose me because no Faunus man could satisfy her! Something I demonstrated on the night before our wedding after slaying another Grimm Chimera-"



Isabel planted her face in her hands and groaned.



- - -

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

Radian, North Gallia

Three Years After the Defeat of Salem

- - -

The Fuujin-style garden was hidden in a copse of trees on the Arc Family farmstead. A little pond with fish, Fuujin-style fountains and stonework, and a stone garden presented a place of peace and tranquility.

Honestly? The tranquility was definitely something Yang could use. She sighed as she sat on a bench and tried to relax.

She couldn't help being a little twitchy though.

She saw Jaune entered the garden. The bench was situated to give the person sitting there a good view of the path. Even in a place meant to relax, there were security measures. Strange paranoid little features, but Yang could appreciate them.

"Hey," she called out to her boyfriend. Jaune smiled back and waved.

"Hey." He walked around and sat on the bench with her. "I've got great news!"

Yang smiled nervously.

"M-Me too!"

Jaune grinned.

"Oh? That's great! You want to go first?"

"I..." Yang shook her head. "N-No... How about you, Stud? I'm all ears."

Jaune frowned and looked about. Yang raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Well, I mean... No corn?" He asked. "I feel a little disappointed."

"Your big sis wouldn't let me take any," Yang pouted a little, looking a little more relaxed. Jaune laughed, and then took a deep breath.

"I... I got accepted into the medical training program at Ambroise Medical School," he said. Yang's eyes widened.

"Wha... You did?!"

"Well, I mean, their entrance exams haven't changed much in a few years," Jaune admitted, rubbing the back of his head, "I'd do most of my coursework here though on an internship at the hospital."

"I-I see," Yang nodded, "That's great! But... I mean, I thought you didn't want to be a doctor?"

Jaune sighed.

"I mean... Back then? No," he admitted, "I just... I wanted to be a hero. Had this idea about... About what that meant."

Yang slowly nodded. She took his hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Yeah," she said quietly, "You know... She would have been proud of you."

Jaune smiled softly at Yang.

"She'd have been proud of all of us," he said firmly. "But... I mean... After everything..."

He took a deep breath.

"My ancestor Jeanne... She said something after she beat the Witch Queen of Argus. That she had seen all she wished of death and war. She had all the glory she wanted, but now? She only wanted to devote herself to bringing forth and healing life. I..." He shook his head, and rubbed his throat-The scar from the blade that nearly took his head off was still there, like a band across his neck.

"I guess... I've had enough of being that kind of a hero. Enough for a lifetime."

Yang slowly nodded.

"I see," she said, keeping her face carefully neutral. He looked at her in concern.

"Are... Are you okay with that, Yang?" He asked. "I-I mean... Your dream was to explore Remnant. To be a Huntress. I don't want to deny you that."

She smiled warmly at him.

"And after that, what did I say I want? I want to settle down," she said. She shrugged and laughed softly. "And hell... We've seen a lot of the world. Explored a lot of it. And... Seen a lot of action."

Jaune stared at her. She blushed.

"Come on, Stud. My mom was my hero. She was still our mom even when she went out on missions. She kicked Grimm ass and still cooked for us and tucked us in... I-I've always wanted to be like her. And not like..."

"Raven," Jaune murmured softly. Yang sucked in a deep breath, and nodded. She stroked his hands: Both of them. She stared at the scar across his neck. A scar he had taken for her from Cinder. If it wasn't for his Semblance and Healing Dust she had desperately applied, he would be dead.

She should have taken the hit for him. He was their healer, a leader... Her boyfriend... But he refused to back down.

And on that day, she achieved Burn Level 3... And killed that bitch once and for all. And THAT had been enough to convince Raven to bring her forces into help... Just before they fought Salem.

"Yeah," she muttered. "By the way, she's still a bitch even after helping us save the world."

Jaune nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "So uh... I mean, my plan is to stay here for a while. Open up my own practice one day... I... I want you to be with me, Yang."

Yang smiled warmly.

"I want to be here with you," she said earnestly, "Which uh... Which makes this part easier. My news..."

She pulled his hands over her stomach and smiled nervously.

"My news is... Um... I-I'm pregnant."

Jaune stared. He was frozen and silent. It lasted for about sixty seconds, after which Yang got worried.

"Stud? Jaune? Jaun-"

"YAHOOOOOOOO!!!"

Jaune lifted Yang up and spun her around. He then pulled her into a hug, whooping for joy. She laughed in shock, then joy as she hugged him back. They kissed passionately in front of the koi pond, only the fish and birds witnesses to their celebration.

"Mmmm... Well... Guess that makes this easier then," Jaune mused.

"Wh-What?" Yang asked, breathless.

He dropped to one knee, and pulled a golden ring out of his pocket. He held it up to Yang with his happy smile.

"I'm... I'm an old fashioned guy, Yang," he said, as she turned bright red, "I love you. I've loved you for so long, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So... Will you marry me-URK?!"

Yang pulled him up and into a passionate kiss. One he eagerly returned.

They broke the breath, wearing happy grins.

"YES! God yes, Jaune!" Yang giggled, "Like I could say anything else!"

- - -

Short but fun. This fic is still rolling, we're just dealing with some RL stuff right now.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Many people in the world think they know exactly who they are, what their place in life is, and how the world is supposed to work. Even if they don't know everything they know how to work with the things they do know, and they are perfectly content with not knowing much more than that. Most of those people can go their entire lives not knowing they don't actually know who they are, what their place in life is, or how the world is supposed to work. Still, sometimes... sometimes one of those people is hit with the revelation of how limited their knowledge actually is.

Such revelations normally come slowly with little moments of insights changing their perspective over the course of weeks, months, years, or even decades. There are times, however, when someone can have such a revelation in a singular day that upends everything they thought they knew.

For Cardin Winchester, that singular day of upheaval came relatively early in his first semester at Beacon Academy. The day in question was part of the class trip to the season-locked forest of Forever Fall, during the sap harvesting section of the trip. A group of Grimm had somehow managed to slip past the sentries and had attacked the harvesting operation with virtually no warning. That led directly to the moment where Cardin's world turned on its' head; with him lying prone on his back in the dirt, the three guys he had trusted to always have his back running away in a panic, and the ridiculously underqualified wimp who had lied his way into Beacon being the only person standing his ground to protect him.

It would be an understatement to say this turn of events had a negative effect on Team CRDL's morale. Russel, Dove, and Sky had spent the week after apologizing every chance they got, but even the most sincere and contrite apology couldn't heal the rift their betrayal of trust had gouged into their friendship. And so Cardin did what he had to do: he signed his team up for group therapy with Professor Port.

The first session went well. All four of them got important things off their chest, like the shame Russel felt for leaving a lifelong friend behind without a thought, the doubt weighing on Dove and Sky for having panicked when a Grimm popped up when they didn't expect it, and the anger Cardin was keeping locked up about the whole thing because he had no idea how to direct it without breaking something or someone he'd regret doing that to. In the end, they all agreed to more sessions, as well as scheduling one-on-one meetings with Port.

It was during these sessions that Cardin had a series of epiphanies about who he was and his place in the world. Of these epiphanies the one that would change the course of his life was this: He was a jerk to a lot of people he had no good reason to be a jerk to, and that needed to change.

The professor told him the best place to start was to apologize to those he had wronged and that made enough sense for Cardin to try. He ran into a bit of a snag though: very few people thought he was being sincere. Those who didn't think it was a ruse of some sort were convinced he would quickly backslide the instant they let their guard down around him so nobody was really accepting his apologies. He needed to find a way to convince people he was serious, and after some thought, he had an idea! If he could make things right with someone the doubters didn't think he could, it would prove how serious he was about this!

And so Cardin sought out The Rabbit, Velvet Scarlatina, and forced himself to say he was sorry. While she was skeptical like the others were, she could see how much effort apologizing like this was taking him, so she told him she'd let him make it up to her. Making it up to her ended up meaning he'd spend the next two weeks helping her with her hobbies that her teammates had no interest in, namely lugging around a bunch of lighting equipment for her photography.

During those photoshoots they talked, and not just about the shoots themselves. They talked about pretty much everything, from mundane small talk to deeper conversations with personal things laid bare. By the end of those two weeks he was no longer thinking of her as The Rabbit, Velvet Scarlatina, but simply as Velvet. It was almost disappointing when she declared he had made it up to her, and then it was oddly exhilarating when she asked if he wanted to just hang out sometime. He had said yes before he knew what he was doing, and so they had made time to hang out every other week outside of school.

Over time those hangouts started to look more and more like dates, and the realization that they had indeed become dates in all but name surprised Cardin by how happy the thought made him. And so yesterday Cardin had planned on asking Velvet if they were actually dating and if they were boyfriend and girlfriend now... But then she started kissing him and he forgot to ask. He figured the rather intense make-out session made the question unnecessary because girls didn't kiss guys they didn't consider their boyfriends like that, right?

Well if it wasn't clear by the end of the week he'd try asking again. Until then he'd play the role in the hopes that he wasn't misreading things, and today playing the role of boyfriend meant carrying camera equipment again.

"Alright, so we're going to Training Field 12," Velvet explained as she handed him a set of carrying cases that he remembered being for her video camera setup. "I got a message from Yang telling me that a fight's about to go down, that she'll want to show her kids someday, and we're gonna film it."

"Who's she fighting?" Cardin asked as he hefted the case and followed Velvet down the hall.

"Jaune's dad is a former alumnus of Beacon, and he's going to test all the girls who want to marry his son," Velvet answered as they turned the corner. Cardin stumbled in shock.

"They-What?!" He gasped in disbelief. Velvet smiled nervously as they came to the doors to the gate that led to the training fields.

"Oh, Ruby actually came to my team's dorm room to ask Coco for a dress and she told us everything," Velvet admitted as she opened the door for Cardin so he could navigate through it with her carrying cases. "Um... Basically, they all got engaged to Jaune, some members of the Arc family who think their choice of bride for him is the best came and told them, and so they started fighting over him."

Cardin blinked slowly several times.

"Over Jaune? Seriously?"

"He's a good guy!" Velvet said defensively. Her ears twitched in a way that Cardin knew meant she wasn't being entirely truthful. She must have realized he noticed as she sighed. "The truth is... Well... A LOT more complicated and I can't say any more."

Cardin stared at his... Probably girlfriend? She kept smiling nervously. Cardin sighed, grumbled, but nodded.

"All right."

Velvet nodded. Cardin then gave her a slightly worried look.

"You're not engaged to Jaune too, right?"

"What? No! Not at all!" Velvet insisted, shaking her head rapidly. Cardin relaxed a little.

"Good. Then I'll accept it for now. I mean, what's the alternative? That time travel's involved?"

Velvet winced. Cardin gaped.

"Wait, it is?!"

"I... It's complicated," Velvet said, pressing her hands together in front of her chest, pleading, "Please don't pry too much?"

Cardin stared at his hot and sexy sort-of girlfriend... And nodded.

"Okay. I trust you," Cardin said. She smiled back as the two of them finally went through the doors that led to the training fields. "But I heard a lot of weird things from the grapevine."

"It's... Much weirder than you think," Velvet said. Cardin shrugged.

"Yeah? Well, I'd say time travel is a much more reasonable explanation for how almost a dozen girls started fighting over him than half the rumors I heard yesterday," Cardin justified himself as Training Field 12 came into view. "I mean the most common rumor I heard yesterday was that he was dating all of them behind each other's backs, but I think you'd agree that idea is less believable than time travel after watching Jauney Boy fumble Weiss for most of a semester."

Velvet scrunched her nose at that, "I hate that your reasoning makes sense."

"As long as that's the only thing you hate about me," Cardin teased gently. Velvet smiled back.

"Dork," she said affectionately.

They arrived at Training Field 12 shortly after that, and Velvet wasted no time in directing Cardin to set up her camera's tripods and other equipment at the spot her expert eye determined to be the best spot to film everything that would go down on the field. As he finished adjusting the last piece to Velvet's satisfaction he turned his eyes to the field to see Jaune and someone who could only be Jaune's old man going through a series of warm up exercises, both of them seemingly oblivious to the crowd that was gathering to watch.

Apparently, word that there would be some fights that would be worth watching had gotten around. Cardin could see students from every year and every school either finding a place to sit in the stands or milling around the corners of the training field. There were several faces he could recognize in the gathering crowd, like the third-year teams of PLCC and TNMT and the fourth-year Team SLVR. Other students were also pulling out cameras or their scrolls getting ready to film, but Cardin doubted any of them would get a better angle than Velvet.

The sound of a gong brought Cardin's eyes back to the field itself and he beheld the first clash of steel.

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Sword met shield with Jaune angling said shield to deflect his father's strike upwards, allowing him to dive forward under his father's swing and attempt to jab his old man in the stomach. Nick sidestepped the thrust and blocked Jaune's attempt to follow up with a swing before bringing his sword around for another strike. Jaune deflected this strike with his own blade and swung his shield around attempting to hit Nick with the pointed bottom of the shield. His father danced back from that with a grin growing on his face, and then Jaune was on the defensive as Nick started a series of rapid thrusts. Jaune deflected each thrust with either his sword or shield as he slowly gave ground and looked for an opening.

"I see you're favoring deflection instead of blocking," Nick observed as he switched from rapid thrusts to relatively slower and tricky swings.

"Blocking is normally a contest of raw strength," Jaune explained as his shield deflected one of his father's swings away and downwards, giving Jaune an opening to try another thrust of his own. Once again his blade failed to hit but Jaune kept his momentum and attempted another strike, "Deflection's almost entirely about the mechanics of leverage so strength doesn't mater as much."

"Good," Nick grinned wider as he stepped back from another one of his son's swings. "Deflecting when you can't dodge would be the right call If I was going all out," Nick ducked under Jaune's next swing and jabbed up at his son's armpit, forcing Jaune to actually block with his shield, "But I'm matching your speed and strength right now, so if blocking will give you the opening you need take it."

Jaune grunted in acknowledgement as he sidestepped away from his father, the two of them circling one another searching for an opening. The two of them paused, and then suddenly lashed out at one another with Jaune ducking under his father's sword and landed a solid hit on his father's leg...

...only for his father's blade to change direction and hit Jaune on the back at the same moment. Jaune stumbled forward but managed to spin around in time to deflect his father's followup attack and disengage.

He had landed a hit. Sure he had gotten hit in turn meaning he still needed to land five hits but up until that moment some small part of him hadn't expected to land any hits at all even with his father pulling his punches to fight on his level. He had landed a hit on his father, which means he could land more of them.

He could even land five of them.

He could do this.

He could win this.

With that determined thought Jaune sprung into action again, leading his charge with his shield in the best position to block. Nick was forced to sidestep with Jaune taking a swing at his father's retreating form, only missing by a handful of centimeters. Nick laughed in delight seeing his son doing his best to control the initiative of the fight before taking the initiative back with a flurry of swings that forced Jaune to backpedal. But then the younger Arc saw the pattern behind those swings and with that pattern an opportunity.

Jaune raised his shield as he stepped into his father's next strike. The clash of steel on steel brought his father's blade to a stop long enough for Jaune to thrust his own sword forward and land a hit on Nick's bicep, and Jaune successfully leaned back far enough to duck under his father's sword as it swung back around.

That was one.

"Nice block Son," Nick congratulated as he took a hand off Nogg's handle, changing his stance to present a smaller profile as he started to wield the blade one handed. The elder Arc then launched into a series of rapid thrusts that pushed Jaune's guard to the limit, with two of Nick's thrusts slipping through and hitting Jaune in the shoulder and hip.

In spite of those hits Jaune's guard didn't break, and soon he had a measure for the timing of the thrusts. On the next thrust when his Father had reached the point of maximum extension Jaune swung with his shield and bashed the blade aside, swinging as quickly as he could with his sword into the resulting opening landing a hit on his father's forearm.

That was two.

Nick shifted his stance again, flexing his left hand and bringing it up into a fisticuff position as he judged his Son's defenses. The elder Arc threw a haymaker with the fist that Jaune reflexively blocked with his shield, leaving him open to the stab towards his belly. Jaune barely managed to get his own sword down in time to block the strike, and for a moment their swords shifted back and forth in the bind. Then they slipped past one another and both Arcs hit each other in the ribs.

They both disengaged and circled about for a moment before Nick moved in again with two horizontal swipes from Nogg that Jaune backpedaled to dodge, but this still got Nick close enough to punch again with his left hand. This time Jaune ducked under the punch and rolled forward to get behind his father, taking a swing at the older man's leg in the passing that landed a hit on his thigh.

That was three.

"Well done," Nick laughed as the two of them spun around to face each other again. Then Nick tossed Nogg into the air and caught it with his left hand. "Now let's switch things up a bit!"

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The civilians and time travelers were up in the stands, watching the fight unfold. Almost all of the kids had a keen interest as they watched.

"It is cool to see Grandpa Nick in his prime," Nicholas said with a grin, "I only saw videos of him before."

"Why is that, Nicholas?" Willow asked, her eyes locked onto the older blond swordsman.

"Um, well... He died in my timeline," Nicholas said. Willow snapped her head over to her grandson and gasped.

"He what?!"

"It's all right, Mistress, it hasn't happened yet," Klein soothed, pouring her tea from a thermos.

"E-Even so," Willow mumbled.

"Weird," Theodore observed, "Granny Izzy died in mine. Grandpa Nick is still hale and hearty, but he's always been very sad..." He sighed. "Geez..."

"Oh that's even worse," Willow murmured.

"He's doing fine in my timeline," Xander volunteered, "He helped train me for my tournaments, and trained Mom and Dad when they were fighting Salem."

"Oh yeah! Same!" Julian cheered. "Geez, you wouldn't expect him to be able to swing that sword so fast but BAM! WHAM! He just whips it around and you go flying!"

"Granny Izzy taught me a lot," Xia bragged, flexing a bicep, "Especially in how to beat the crap out of someone!"

"Indeed," Petra grinned, "She and Mother got on so well, they invented a new martial art style the Church now teaches across Remnant."

"Well, that happened in my timeline too!" Xia insisted. Petra smirked.

"Shall we see whose style is more formidable?"

"Oh definitely," Xia grinned, her eyes flashing green briefly.

"Muscleheads," Leandra and Leander muttered.

"Hey, she taught me too!" Amethyst insisted. She flushed at the looks from her temporal half-siblings. "I mean, about a lot of non-fighting things. She's a great teacher!"

"She is," Ash agreed, "She helped us get our Semblances under control."

"Yeah but Grandpa Nick is a lot more fun," Ashley insisted, watching the fight keenly.

"He is," Athena agreed, "Jaune seems to be a lot less aggressive than he needs to be, if he's using my daughter's style." She slipped into a darker tone, her body language far harder and colder.

"He must strike without hesitation, drive himself forward with his power. He must conquer all he sees, for the Riddle of Steel is in who wields it, not in the weapon itself-"

"Miss Athena," Orestes warned. Athena blinked and flushed.

"Ah, sorry. I was thinking back to Red Sanya... You remember that movie, right Basara?"

"I remember that I still chafe from all the horseback riding I had to do," Basara grumbled.

"Grandmother!" Petra gasped, scandalized. Logos laughed.

"I remember it too, dear... Be grateful you didn't have to get knocked off the horse so many times for stunts."

Jaune's potential brides were having their own conversation further down the stands where they watched and waited for their turn.

"He really has improved immensely," Blake murmured. "Going from untrained civilian to that good in just a semester or two? It's amazing."

"You know, it really is!" Ruby chirped.

"You did well with him," Arslan complimented Pyrrha, who smiled and blushed happily.

Blake's eyes shone brightly.

"He's just like Genji from Genji the Gutsy Ninja!"

Yang turned a tense smile to her partner.

"You mean the blond idiot ninja who married the dark quiet girl who loved reading?"

Blake shrugged, exuding cat-like smugness.

"It hadn't crossed my mind~."

"Yeah?!" Ruby demanded. "Well, I think he's more like-like Eddard in All Metal Alchemist!"

"Oh, where he marries his childhood friend who happens to be mechanically inclined?" Blake scoffed. "What a coincidence!"

"You guys keep referencing fiction, this is real life," Yang pointed out.

"Says the kissless virgin," Weiss deadpanned. Yang growled, her eyes flashing red.

"I told you that in confidence! And like you can talk, Ice Queen!"

"Brainless brawler!"

"C-Can we all please stop fighting?" May asked. "We um, we do need to think about... Um... Fighting."

"That's Team RWBY," Emerald sighed, "They constantly argue and bicker and you have no idea how they could possibly be a threat. Cinder certainly didn't think they were-She thought they just lucked out. She thought you were her greatest threat, Pyrrha, which is why she focused so much on eliminating you."

"Oh... Um..." Pyrrha blinked, considered, "... Thhhhank you?"

"I don't think that was a compliment," Arslan deadpanned.

"I'm working on it!" Emerald huffed.

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His father was just as good at swinging a sword with his left hand as he was with his right. Being ambidextrous with a blade was one of the better flexes a swordsman could show off, as someone who wielded their sword with the southpaw had a distinct advantage over someone who didn't. The reasons for this were multifaceted, with the most prominent facet being the fact that naturally left-handed people were uncommon enough that your average swordsman would never have a chance to practice against a left-hander. This uncommon nature also meant that defenses were designed with the expectation that your opponent would be right-handed.

For Jaune the big problem was that his shield was on his own left where it would naturally block the angles a right-handed person would be comfortable striking from. Now the blocking was falling entirely to his sword-hand, and it wasn't easy. He blocked high, low, high, high, mid, low, high, low, mid, mid, high again, his father slipping through his guard four times to land three solid hits.

That said while his shield wasn't as useful for blocking against his Father's new angle of attack the second half of Crocea Mors was not idle. Jaune punched with it, swung it like he was trying to cut with its' edge and he twisted his body to try and find a stance that would put the shield at a good angle to resume blocking duties.

It was during one of those twists that Jaune saw a possibility for a new opening. His body was turned the right way while his legs were tensed in the right position for him to hold his shield in front of him in a charge, and so that's what he did. Leading with his shield and shoulder he charged like a professional Grifball player at a moment where Nick had to dodge towards Jaune's right, allowing the younger Arc to take a passing swing that managed to slip over his father's attempt at deflection and hit his old man on the shoulder.

That was four.

"Not bad," Nick grinned before tossing Nogg into the air again and catching it with his right hand. Yet he didn't catch it by the handle, he caught Nogg by the blade, "I hope you're ready for this!"

Nick shot forward, using the blade of his sword like a handle and swinging it about as if the pommel was the head of a mace. Jaune blocked the first, second and third strikes of Nogg's pommel with his shield but the fourth saw his father hook the crossguard of Nogg over the shield half of Crocea Mors like the claw of a hammer and wrest it from Jaune's arm.

Jaune danced backwards as he dodged his father's next strike and the one that followed it. The next few moments were spent franticly dodging his father's strikes with no attempts at blocking or deflecting them, because Jaune knew in his gut that if his father could pry off his shield by using Nogg's crossguard like a hook that easily then any attempt to block or deflect with his sword would just result in losing his weapon.

A jump to avoid a vertical swing to his right. A limbo duck to avoid a horizontal swing. A twist to avoid a jab that would have seen Nogg's pommel hit his kidney. Jaune's mind raced as he looked for options, and after getting hit on the hip and dodging two more swings he thought he had one.

Jaune jumped forward to his father's right and flared his aura as he let his father hit him, sending him crashing to the ground. Yet Jaune managed to land in a role, letting him use the momentum of the hit to create significant distance between him and his father. That extra distance was the head start Jaune needed to run to where his shield had been tossed aside.

He didn't try to put the shield back on, his father would be on him too quick for him to have the time to do that. As he grabbed his shield at the top he made sure to scrape it along the ground so it scooped up a shovelful of dirt as he ran past it. Then as he heard his father's footfalls get closer Jaune spun around flinging that shovelful of dirt in the general direction of Nick's head. Jaune immediately followed this up by throwing his shield at his father's chest and then charging forward with his blade held high a moment after.

Nick raised his free hand to keep the spray of dirt out of his eyes and swung Nogg to knock away the shield, but since he was matching Jaune's speed for this match that left him open long enough for his son to strike him in a leaping pass. Jaune lashed out with the sword half of Crocea Mors as he sailed through the air on his father's left, scoring a hit on the elder Arc's shoulder blade before hitting the ground and rolling away from any possible reprisal.

Jaune came to a stop on his back, slightly winded, but otherwise fine.

"That's five!" Nick announced to the world as he wiped the dirt that got past his hand from his face. Returning Nogg to its' sheath with a pleasant smile gracing his lips Nick walked up to his son and held out a hand to help his boy up. Jaune accepted and was pulled to his feet in short order.

"So how'd I do?" Jaune asked once he was back on his feet. His father pulled him into a brief yet snug hug before pulling back with his hands on Jaune's shoulders.

"Wonderfully Son!" Nick enthused before turning and taking a handful of steps to retrieve the shield half of Crocea Mors. He handed the shield back to Jaune as he continued, "You have a great foundation to build on, and I already know what I'll want to teach you this week. We'll have you at the front of the pack in no time!"

This wasn't the first time someone had praised his progress, Pyrrha brought it up almost every time they trained together and each of his friends had commented on it at least once, but hearing it from his Father just hit different. Jaune's vision became blurry for a moment as he blinked back a tear born of a confusing mix of relief and joy.

"That's great Dad," Jaune smiled up at his father. "What do you want to teach me first?"

"Good question," Nick brought a hand to his chin and stroked his beard for a moment, "I have a whole list of things I've always wanted to teach you, but, well, you know why it didn't happen." Nick looked chagrined for a second before his eyes lit up with excitement, "Have you learned any Aura Blade techniques while you've been here?"

"No, I haven't," Jaune admitted as he returned his shield to its' sheath configuration, brushing a bit of dirt off of it in the process. He sheathed the sword and returned Crocea Mors to its place on his belt.

"Then that's where we'll start," Nick nodded with conviction. "There's a technique that every swordsman of the Arc family needs to know. Your great-grandfather Shirou taught it to me when he and Arturia realized I'd be part of the family one day, and when I had mastered it Shirou declared me a true Arc. This technique has been passed down from one generation to the next all the way back to the founding of our family, and I'm honored that I'll get to teach it to you."

Jaune felt the weight behind his father's words, and as they sank in a question bubbled to the surface; "We have a Family Aura Blade Technique?"

"The family symbol's two crescents for a reason Son," Nick grinned with pride. The elder Arc then turned his eyes to the stands where Jaune's future wives sat waiting for their matches and he opened his mouth to speak again. Then he closed it. His face became contemplative for a moment and then he spoke; "There's something else I want to talk to you about, but it should probably wait until I've seen what your harem's made of."

Jaune bit down on the reflexive objection to the idea that the girls were his harem. The reflex wasn't helpful right now, even if he and his possible wives hadn't agreed to being a harem. That wasn't a call Jaune felt comfortable making on his own.

"Get some water and send Team RWBY down for their fight," Nick instructed with a grin, "I've figured out the rules we'll use for your wives' matches."

"What are you thinking?" Jaune asked.

"I fight them with Nogg, and if they force me to draw Blont Joyeux we can call it their win," His father answered as he gestured to the railgun sword on his back. "That should be fair, right?"

"Right..." Jaune tentatively agreed while wondering if that was the only handicap his father was going to give himself...

 

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Jaune: "Wait. Mom, why didn't you learn anything about sword wielding? You're an Arc, after all!"

Isabel: "Well... Um... You see..."

Nick: "Hahahaha! Good question, my son! You see, if it's anything other than a scalpel or a kitchen knife, your mother is absolutely hopeless with blades!"

Isabel: "NIIICKKK!"

Jaune: "Wha... How?"

Yang: "This I gotta see."

Weiss: "How is that possible, Mrs. Arc? You're a master combatant with total control of your body!"

Isabel: sighs "Nick?"

Nick hands over Nogg. Isabel swings it a few times.

Isabel: "Okay Jaune, try."

Jaune: "Um... Okay?"

Jaune swings... Isabel deflects... And Nogg is sent flying through the air. Nick catches his sword.

Jaune: "Wha... How...?"

Weiss: "Th-That has to be a fluke!"

Isabel: "I assure you, it is not."

Fifty tries later... Isabel has been disarmed instantly every time, or she's thrown the sword into a wall, or she's broken a starter blade.

Jaune: "Wha... How...?!"

Isabel: shrugs "Well, I suppose after generations of Arcs being among the greatest sword wielders in Remnant? Someone had to have zero talent with it."

Penny: pinned to a wall with an errant sword "Fascinating! Also, can you get me down now?"

- - -

Because Isabel having a weird stat-based quirk was an amusing thought. Hey, she is fairly sensible and level headed but she's still an Arc.

 

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- - -



There was an old saying Cinder's stepmother had once related to her. Something that stuck with her even after she'd burned her, her horrific step-sisters, and the Glass Unicorn to the ground.



"The bigger the smile, the sharper the knife."



Iridescent was smiling a lot as she bustled around the safehouse kitchen, preparing tea and snacks for them. Neo, Mercury and Roman had run off to start making some preparations, leaving her alone with the new recruit.



Cinder never stopped watching her, amber eyes locked onto her every move.



Iridescent noticed, of course. She pretended not to. But their eyes met far too often for the white-haired girl to not know that Cinder knew.



Iridescent's smile grew just a tad larger.



"Calm down, Lady Cinder," Iridescent said with a girlish titter, "I'm not going to poison you before we've gotten to know each other! Besides, the Maiden Power would let you heal from almost anything I could carry with me!"



"Your due diligence is impressive," Cinder allowed, eyes still narrowed. Iridescent giggled and practically flounced over to the table Cinder sat at. She set down a platter of snacks, and bounced into the chair facing her.



"It's no less than what you have done, Lady Cinder," Iridescent gushed, already chowing down on cookies and tea, "Mmm... Snickerdoodles! Miss Neo has great taste in pastries!"



"Yes, she does," Cinder allowed coldly. She took her own tea, and sipped at it slowly. She betrayed no fear, no anger. Just as she was taught.



Iridescent then plugged her Scroll into the holoport, and projected a few screens. Rapsheets appeared, showing off four criminals. Cinder looked over them all thoughtfully as Iridescent launched into an explanation.



"Headmaster Lionheart has gotten these four individuals to work for us," she said, "They will be arriving soon. Their extra power will allow us to counter the reinforcements at Beacon."



"They've all lost to Teams AARN and STRQ in the past," Cinder pointed out, "And they will be outnumbered."



"True!" Iridescent agreed, "Which is why we need to even the odds. Would you say that our enemies are now aware of the Breach plan?"



Cinder nodded slowly.



"They would have to be, given Emerald's betrayal," Cinder stated in a flat tone. Iridescent smiled almost sympathetically.



"Aw. I've had followers betray me before. It's never fun, is it?"



Cinder kept her temper in check through sheer force of will. The bubbly tone of Irisdecent's voice seemed like it was intended to piss her off.



She wouldn't give her the satisfaction.



"No," Cinder said. Iridescent beamed.



"So! What are you planning to do now that they are aware of the Breach?" She asked.



Cinder sucked in a deep breath.



"White Fang is still going to execute the plan," she said, "It's too far along to be canceled. My plan is to have them make a few diversionary strikes to split Beacon's forces and still go ahead with it. One of these strikes will be at the Vale Capitol Tower, the center of government." She tapped a few buttons on her own Scroll, bringing up a holographic map of Vale. "While Watts' virus is no longer useful, we still have access to many key systems of Vale's security grid. We can initiate a shutdown of the system and ensure several bombings will be successful."



Her children's faces flashed in her mind again. She pushed them down hurriedly.



Iridescent nodded with a broad smile.



"Ah! It is workable, Lady Cinder! However, I do have a... Critique or two?" She held her hands in front of her chest. "May I share them?"



"By all means," Cinder replied, allowing a brief, tight smile on her face. Iridescent looked over the map of Vale and hummed, tapping her finger on her lips.



"If they are aware of the Breach, they are aware of the final stage of your plan," she pointed out, "I believe we should execute it fully all at once, with a heavy diversion at Mount Glenn to lure as many of their forces there as possible."



Cinder raised an eyebrow.



"Oh?" She asked blandly. Iridescent nodded happily.



"Yes! I believe if we show a large concentration of White Fang at Mount Glenn," she pointed it out on the map, "With a few attacks on the villages still near it? We can lure out a number of powerful teams!"



"Probably not enough to meaningfully distract them," Cinder sniffed, "They likely haven't struck Mount Glenn now because they're still sorting out all the future knowledge."



"We can ensure it if we unleash the large Grimm buried in Mount Glenn," Iridescent said with a cheerful smile. Cinder shook her head.



"There's only a dragon Grimm buried in the mountains, and that is in Mount Kiboreia behind Beacon."



"Oh no," Iridescent shook her head, "We'll be using that one as well! But there is a new giant Grimm. One created by Doctor Merlot's experiments."



"How do you know that?" Cinder demanded.



Iridescent beamed.



"Because he told me so! He's joined our Queen's side, Lady Cinder. I'm surprised you didn't know!"



Cinder felt an icy grip on her heart. She had known of Doctor Merlot, but she had not known Salem had recruited him. While Salem didn't tell her everything, she did at least update her on potential assets to rely on.



What else don't I know?



"I've been very busy," Cinder said quietly, "It is good to know we have him on our side."



Iridescent beamed.



"Isn't it? Anyway, I believe that unleashing that Grimm will lure enough forces out for a trap. A trap our four mercenaries will spring." She pointed to Mount Kiboreia. "At the same time as the bombs going off in the city, we will unleash the dragon upon Vale. This much chaos will allow us to get into Beacon through the underground tunnels."



Cinder felt herself grimace. For a moment, she imagined her twins... The twins and Arc being menaced by the Dragon. It wasn't a pleasant thought.



"Penetrating the Tower will be the greatest challenge, especially without the virus," Cinder pointed out, "And Raven is now held as prisoner."



Iridescent grinned.



"Yes! Which means once we get in there, we will have two Maidens on our side," she said with a happy nod.



Cinder stared intently at her.



"You haven't revealed how we're going to get in there," she pointed out. Iridescent giggled.



"Oh Lady Cinder~! Where's your sense of adventure? Of mystery?"



"Long gone. How are we getting into the Tower?" Cinder asked, tiny flames igniting around and above her shoulders. Iridescent smiled back and waved her hand.



"Don't be cross, Lady Cinder! Here, I'll show you."



Iridescent... Dropped. Sank away. Cinder rose and stared as she slipped into the floor and vanished into it, like she'd fallen into the water. Her magic-enhanced senses screamed a warning and she stepped out of the way as Iridescent rose out of the floor right where she had been standing. Iridescent's ascent slowed and then stopped as her feet now stood on the floor. She let out a breath, and panted for air briefly.



"Whew! Always a bit of a rush," she admitted. She beamed. "I can control my density! I can reduce and control it so precisely that I can slip through solid matter... Or..."



The floor creaked ominously and then splintered around her feet. Iridescent took a step, and smashed a footprint into the wood. Cinder didn't so much as twitch.



"I can increase my density to become super dense and strong!" Iridescent continued, still in a cheery manner. "With our Queen's training and assistance, I can get us into the bottom of the Tower, kill Amber, free Raven... And anything else you would like to do, my Lady."



Cinder frowned.



"You have to hold your breath to do it, don't you?"



"That's true!" Iridescent said brightly, "We'll have to take a break or two getting in, especially since I'll be bringing you along. But we'll manage!"



"And you believe we can convince Raven to join us?" Cinder asked, "She's never been open to our entreaties before."



Iridescent shrugged happily.



"Well! She can either join us... Or we'll kill her, and make sure she's thinking of one of us at the time. I believe that will certainly motivate her! Along with a few magical tools Queen Salem gave me!"



"You're going to share those with me," Cinder stated coldly. Iridescent nodded.



"Of course! But... One small request?"



Cinder's eyes narrowed.



"Yes?"



Iridescent put her hands together and smiled pleadingly.



"May I see this Jaune Arc and your future children?"



Cinder glared. Iridescent continued to smile innocently. Cinder sucked in a breath and let it go.



"Fine," she stated. She held up her Scroll and flipped to the pictures Mercury was able to take of the twins. Iridescent cooed.



"Awww! They grew up so well! The boy is handsome, the girl is beautiful! They both have the right look!"



"Right look?"



Iridescent nodded, a glint in her eyes.



"They have known pain. They have known death. They have taken a life... Just like their mother~!"



Cinder stayed calm. She slowly nodded, the action feeling difficult.



"Yes."



"Their father though... Hmm... He's handsome, kind, and brave. I can tell," Iridescent nodded, tapping her chin as she looked at Jaune's picture, "A true knight in shining armor!"



She looked at Cinder with a small smile.



"He must have done something right to win your heart."



Cinder pulled the Scroll away and closed it. She shook her head slowly, as the icy grip returned to her heart.



"It doesn't matter," she stated, "We're taking him hostage during this fight for extra leverage. Nothing more."



"Oh? We are?" Iridescent asked, tilting her head curiously. Cinder nodded.



"The boy with the time travel semblance is too dangerous to hold. He could use his abilities to escape and eliminating him might change the timeline completely. Jaune..." She shook her head, "Arc is safer to take."



Iridescent beamed.



"Of course! And perhaps you can break him. Make him join our side? That would be wonderful!"



Cinder slowly nodded.



"Perhaps," she allowed. "I have no feelings one way or the other."



Iridescent pouted.



"That won't make for a very good marriage, my Lady," she pointed out. She then shrugged. "But it is none of my business. Shall I begin drawing up the plans for the briefings?"



"Yes, do it," Cinder ordered. Iridescent beamed.



"As my Lady commands," she said, bowing before she took the tea and snack platter up and headed into the kitchen. Cinder watched her go, her grip tight on her Scroll.



She wanted to look at the pictures. She wanted to stare at them, to try and read everything that happened in that future in her... In the children's faces.



But the scars were all she would see. And Iridescent was still here.



And still smiling.



- - -

 

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White Fang HQ was based out of an old Pathist monastery in the Pashru Mountains. This huge mountain range divided Pandu from Mistral, and was tall enough it effected the climate across all of Remnant. This monastery was high and away from one of hundreds of narrow passes through these huge mountains, and the isolation and territorial disputes between the sub-kingdoms that made up Mistral helped protect it. From here, the White Fang coordinated its efforts through several hijacks CCT booster towers, allowing them to maintain their crusade across the planet. Now it was the height of the spring, but among the mountain flowers snow still clung here and there from the harsh winter that preceded it.



Here in the depths of the monastery, in her throne room, sat Sienna Khan. She scowled at the holoprojections from her Scroll as she looked over pictures from the Beacon airfield from this morning. Slang, her aged snaked Faunus attendant, stood at attention nearby, her tongue tasting the air but otherwise she was as still as stone. Another holographic window held the face of Vernal, Raven's second in command, from her bandit base.



"So," Sienna growled, "She was defeated."



"Impossible!" Vernal gasped. "Lady Raven is the most powerful, the greatest fighter-Your spy must be lying!"



"For what purpose?" Sienna demanded, "We are allies! We both would have gained from ending the Belladonnas! Or is there another reason Raven would not return to you?"



Vernal growled and glared at her. Sienna took a moment to compose herself, slowly shaking her head.



"If Raven has been captured," she stated, "We must deal with it. And we cannot do that until we have more intelligence."



"Intelligence only you can provide," Vernal sneered. Sienna nodded.



"Yes. So we need eachother... Until our goals are met."



Vernal grumbled a bit, but slowly nodded.



"We'll start moving into Vale. We have some routes we can use that don't require Raven's Semblance."



Of course Raven would put all her eggs in just one basket like that. It ensured her tribe would never turn on her. Sienna slowly nodded.



"I will provide intel on some White Fang bases in the area," she said, "I will let Adam know you are coming to reinforce us."



"See that you do," Vernal hissed, before she closed the communications channel. Sienna held in a sigh, and glared at the images.



"If he ever responds," she muttered angrily. "Why must he always ruin things! We were so close to our goal!"



"Bad enough he let Lady Blake go," Slang agreed, "But now he is ignoring our communications and is working with these human terrorists."



"We will always use humans against humans, Slang," Sienna snorted, "They outnumber us, we must pit them against eachother. But this...? We could have had Blake Belladonna on the throne, Adam her consort, myself her advisor and...!" She growled, digging clawmarks into her throne, "Now he's gone totally rogue!"



"Something must be done about him," Slang agreed, "But he is young and popular. And our best chance to control Blake..."



Sienna stopped and stared for a moment at one holo-image. Slang tasted the air with her tongue and raised a green eyebrow.



"My Lady?" She asked.



Sienna studied the image of a blonde, bearded human, swinging a mighty railgun sword almost as tall as he was. He was fighting Raven, while the rest of the group of older Huntsmen fought her furiously.



"Nicholas Arc," Sienna hissed, "And his wife, Isabel. And..." She zoomed in on a few other images, "King Arjun of Pandu with his wife, Saia... Qrow, Taiyang... Willow Schnee?"



She shook her head in disbelief.



"Why are all these people here, now?" She asked in disbelief. "Some of the mightest Hunters and most influential people on Remnant? All here? Why?"



"The spy does not know," Slang responded, "But apparently this fight was after another one between several Huntresses."



Several IDs of Huntresses-in-Training appeared via the projector. Slang hit a few more keys, and a blond young man's facial ID appeared as well. Sienna hitched a breath as she saw Cinder and Emerald, the human terrorists Adam was working with, among them.



"They were apparently fighting over a boy... This boy, Nicholas and Isabel Arc's son," Slang went on, "With several other Hunters and Huntresses of roughly the same age... But with no known IDs."



Thirteeen additional ID pictures appeared. Sienna frowned heavily, leaning forward. If she didn't know any better, she would swear that they all looked like...



"Arc," she whispered, "They look like Jaune Arc."



"You met his father, did you not?" Slang asked knowingly. Sienna scoffed.



"That was a long time ago. The buffoon married that witch, and good riddance! But this..." She shook her head.



"Have our spy learn as much as possible. Report directly to me, and not Adam."



"Adam is closer," Slang pointed out, "And may do something rash-"



"It is of no concern!" Sienna huffed, "We need intel, now! We need to know what's going on!"



That many powerful people in one place with Ghira and Kali as guests? All these unknown Hunters and Huntresses? It could be anything, from a Menagerie-Vale-Atlas-Pandu alliance against the White Fang, to Adam's cell being led into a trap...



They just didn't know! And they had to find out, now.



"As you wish, Lady Sienna," Slang bowed, "Though it seems Nicholas Arc's son is even more the lady's man than his father was."



"Please," Sienna scoffed, crossing her arms under her chest, "that moron had no idea what to do with female attention on him! He ignored every signal, every overture! That shape shifting witch he married practically had to force herself upon him before he got the message!" She glared at the image of Nick Arc grinning as he fought Raven blade to blade. "Dumbass!" She spat.



"Ah yes," Slang spoke gravely, "He was far too pure for his own good. Especially given your motives were not."



"Exactly," Sienna nodded... Before she blushed. "NOT THAT I LIKED HIM! It was a teenaged fancy, nothing more! I am completely over it!"



"Of course, my Lady," Slang nodded with a knowing smile.

 

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Cardin grimaced. Velvet looked over at him in concern, even as her hands continued to adjust her camera.

"What?"

"Just..." He sighed. "Jaune's progress..." He scowled a little at the blond he'd bullied. "He started at the bottom, the very bottom... And turns out he was this wunderkind. I feel..."

Weak, his mind whispered. Pathetic.

His father had been a Huntsman Captain before he had entered politics and become a Councilman. He had told his son 'The very blood of Vale runs in our veins, son. We must give our all to protect it.'"

He'd been reduced to a whimpering child by a single Ursa while trying to bully a weaker student, abandoned by his team... And had to be saved by said weakling. What had he accomplished?

He felt Velvet's hand on his forearm. He looked over at her. Her eyes were filled with a gentle compassion.

"That just means you need to work harder," she said comfortingly, "I know you can do it. You've worked out a lot of other problems, right?"

He smiled at his girlfriend warmly.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Hmph!"

Both turned to look over towards the stands. Sitting there, imperious as a king, was a rabbit Faunus boy. His features were sharp and handsome, his eyes and spiky hair black as coal, and his smirk as cutting as a knife. He leaned back on the bleacher, arms crossed, as a turtle Faunus boy held up a can of soda with a straw. The Turtle Faunus boy wore his hair in a green bowlcut that matched his shell, in contrast with his pale skin, goggles, and wide mouth. The Rabbit Faunus sipped contemptuously from it before he spoke.

"Still hanging out with that ape, Velvet? There's plenty of room to sit over here," he sneered.

Velvet sighed in barely restrained irritation. Cardin glared, and his arm went around Velvet's shoulders protectively.

"Hex, I've told you a dozen times, I'm not interested," Velvet stated angrily. Hex scoffed, even as his turtle Faunus flunky dabbed his chin with a napkin.

"Of course you are, babe. You're just playing hard to get," Hex sniffed. He elbowed the turtle boy. "Even Kupa here knows you belong with me, right Kupa?"

"Yes, Mister Skvader," Kupa managed in a shaky voice. Cardin's eyes narrowed.

"Back off, Bucktooth," Cardin sneered, "Or I'll get my girlfriend a new pair of rabbit skin mittens for the winter holidays!"

Hex grinned devilishly.

"I'd love to see you try, you big empty headed-!"

"Ahem!"

Both looked over. Saia Sarkara, the Queen of Pandu, stood there with an ominous smile as lightning crackled up and down her staff.

"I believe all the fighting is occurring on the field," she stated, almost friendly if not for the dangerous edge in her voice, "So save it for later, you two."

"Y-You're not-" Hex sputtered, but Velvet squeezed Cardin's hand tightly. Cardin nodded.

"Yes ma'am," he said. Saia studied him for a moment.

"You're Rufus Winchester's boy, aren't you?" She asked. "I last met him at a trade conference a few months ago. He said you'd gotten into Beacon-Cardin, was it?"

"Yes ma'am," Cardin said with a nod, "He told me about you too, your Majesty."

Hex blanched, but quickly recovered.

"O-Oh! Um, sorry Queen Saia!" He said, getting up to bow his head. He elbowed Kupa, who stuttered then bowed as well, "I uh, I didn't recognize you! Your beauty overwhelmed me!"

"Thank you," Saia said with a knowing smile, "Mister Skvader. Your parents have done well to invest in my kingdom's computer industry. It is appreciated. Now, do please keep things civilized?"

"Of course, your Majesty," Hex simpered, though he shot Cardin a venomous glare. Cardin smirked back, but held his tongue.

"Lovely!" Saia beamed. "If you'll excuse me."

She headed back to fuss over her daughter some more. Velvet pointed to a spot on the other side of the training field near the wall.

"Let's head over to get a better angle on the next fight!" Velvet suggested. Cardin was more than happy to agree.

- - -

"Jaune! That last maneuver was so cool!" Ruby gushed as she dove into the blond knight's chest and wrapped him in a tight hug. "The way you scooped and threw that dirt and then your shield was brilliant!"

"It was inspired," Pyrrha agreed even as she scowled at Ruby for reaching Jaune first. Not to be deterred she immediately glomped onto Jaune's right side and squeezed tightly, "I'm so proud of you!"

"It was a pretty smooth move shovel knight," Yang joked as she clamped herself on Jaune's left.

"Yes, your execution was surprisingly refined for something you haven't practiced and- HEY!" Weiss exclaimed as she circled around to hug Jaune from behind only to find that Blake was already there, hogging all of his back grinning at Weiss like a cat that caught a canary.

The other potential brides showered their own praises even as they jealously glared at the girls currently monopolizing physical contact with Jaune, who's eyes had grown larger and larger in surprise with each new point of contact with the female form, his cheeks growing more and more crimson by the second. Yet through all of this, a soft voice tinged with concern and confusion managed to cut through.

"Umm... are you in pain Jaune?" May asked, causing everyone to take a second look at the young man.

"I am, actually," Jaune choked out with a strangled voice an octave higher than his usual tone. The girls holding on to him jumped back with worry on their faces, and now that they were clear of him they could all feel how his aura was flaring in a valiant effort to prevent the formation of bruises. "When Dad said he was going to match my speed and strength I didn't realize I could hit this hard, and now that the adrenaline is wearing off I'm really feeling it."

The collected brides all winced in understanding sympathy. Adrenaline plus aura could really skew how you felt pain the the heat of the moment; a boon in a do or die fight, not so much anywhere else. All of them could remember one or two spars where they only realized how much they were hurting after the fighting was truly over.

With concern creasing her brow Winter pulled out her scroll and used it to check Jaune's aura levels, "According to this the fight took out a third of your reserves..."

"A whole third?" Yang let out a low whistle as she remembered her own spars with Jaune and his other fights in combat class. Most of their classmates tried to beat Jaune via ring-out as opposed to making his aura hit the red since the blond knight's reserves were so ridiculously high, once he'd learned how to fight from Pyrrha. Yang was on the shortlist of students that who tried to make him hit the red in their spars, so she knew how much work it took to put a real dent in his aura. "Your old man packs a punch."

"I noticed," Jaune chuckled before groaning as he felt around the edges of his sorest spot.

"I know a few aura techniques that help deal with bruising," Arslan offered, "Just a few easy to learn breathing exercises that aid in redirecting your aura's flow can help immensely."

"That sounds great," Jaune gave her a grateful smile before shifting his gaze to Ruby. "Dad's ready to face your team, are you guys ready?"

"More or less," Ruby replied with all the confidence she could muster, "Any last minute tips?"

"Dad's giving himself a handicap for fighting you guys, like he did with me," Jaune explained, "He'll be fighting you with his sidearm Nogg, and if you can force him to use his primary Blont Joyeux? You win."

"Are ring-outs and making his aura hit the red still win conditions?" Blake asked.

"Yes," Jaune confirmed, "But you should really take advantage of the handicap."

"Don't worry stud, we got this," Yang boasted as Team RWBY turned to leave the stands.

As the four girls made their way to the field they did last minute checks on their weapons and other gear, while Ruby did a tactical rundown.

"Alright team, I have a plan!" The silver-eyed girl announced as they exited the stands, "Mr. Arc's sidearm is just a bastard sword with no mechashift capabilities, meaning he has no ranged options unless he starts busting out aura blade techniques! So as long as we keep him from doing that, we have a clear advantage we can exploit. We're also a pretty mobile team so we're going to do hit and run tactics," Ruby turned to look her teammates in the eyes as they reached the edge of the field.

"One of us will dart in, exchange a few blows to keep him from using any aura blade techniques, and then dart out for somebody else to take your place in melee. When you're not the person in melee keep your distance and pepper him from range. We spread out, hit from as many angles as possible, always approaching him from a new direction when we switch out who's in melee." She grinned in triumph.

"We keep up that pressure and he'll have to draw his primary sword before he gets overwhelmed, giving us the win!"

"Or, how about we put his aura in the red instead?" Yang suggested as she crossed her arms with a serious look on her face. Ruby's triumphant look fell into one of confusion.

"What?"

"Think about it," Yang explained, an edge in her voice that made Ruby frown, "If we put him in the red this will be his last fight of the day, meaning none of them," She gestured behind herself with her thumb while grinning, "Will get the chance to fight him. We'll have done something that will impress Jaune and nobody will have the chance to show us up."

"A high risk high reward idea," Blake mused with a raised eyebrow.

"One we could pull off," Yang reasoned with the conviction of someone throwing down a gauntlet. "Jaune's old man packs a punch. I let him land a few solid hits on me and my semblance will turn that into the power we need to take him out." She slammed a fist into an open palm.

"Yang, Jaune's dad will see that coming from a mile away," Ruby objected with a frown. "He went to school with our parents and trained with them, remember? You learned how to fight from Dad, I learned how to fight from Uncle Qrow, and on top of that your semblance is only a little bit different from Dad's and mine has a lot in common with Mom's. He's trained against our basic tricks."

Yang scowled as she tried to come up with a counterpoint, but Weiss spoke up before she could find one.

"Perhaps we could use my semblance to get a ring-out?" The heiress ventured, her tone hauteur then it had been during their first few weeks together as a team. "A line of acceleration glyphs could launch him clear of the arena, all we'd need to do is make him take one or two steps in the direction we want him to."

"Maybe that could be Plan B," Ruby allowed with a frown, "But he was your mom's bodyguard for a while so he's probably seen your family semblance in action before, and knows what to expect from it. Your family's semblance is also pretty well documented, and your specific variation on it is basically the vanilla version anyone who's read up on your family would know about."

Weiss scowled.

Ruby sighed before standing straighter and putting on her best team leader voice, and if it was more on edge than normal she didn't care, "So if we keep all of that in mind the only wildcard we have in our deck is Blake's semblance, and Shadow works better in my plan than either of yours."

Silence hung in the air for a moment, and Ruby nodded in satisfaction that there were no more objections to her plan. The red cloaked girl turned again and took the last few steps onto the field with her team following close behind. Ruby hoped they looked epic with the way the light breeze was making her cloak billow a bit behind her with Weiss on her left and her sister and Blake on her right, all of them marching in sync with each other as they approached the center of the field.

She would see the footage from Velvet later. They did look epic... but if Ruby had seen the looks in her teammates eyes as they glanced her way at that moment she would have noticed that the respect for her position as leader that she had earned over the last few semesters was absent, replaced with a subtle annoyance not seen since her second week at Beacon.

"Hello girls!" Nick Arc greeted with a jovial grin, "You know the rules of this match?"

"Standard ring-out and broken aura rules, plus we win if you pull out your railgun sword," Ruby summarized as she deployed Crescent Rose. Yang checked the rounds loaded into Ember Celica one last time while Blake pulled Gambol Shroud from its cleaver sheath and Weiss artfully twirled Myrtenaster in a fencer's salute.

"So you're all ready to go then?"

"Yep." "Yes." "Yeah." "I am." Team RWBY confirmed.

"Alright! NORA! GIVE US A SIGNAL!"

Nora cheerfully saluted, as Ren stood by with his usual stoic expression.

"GOT IT DAD!"

The gong was struck a second time that day, and as its' brassy sound echoed across Training Field 12 the combatants exploded into motion.

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"...And breathe out slooowly through your nose counting down from eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero. There, that's better isn't it?" Arslan instructed from his left, "Now breath in again through your mouth counting up til you reach twelve: one, two, three.."

The breathing exercise was soothing, and Jaune could feel how it was redirecting his Aura around his sore spots and helped them fade away far faster than they normally would have. Focusing on the breathing exercise also helped distract him from his current... placement...

Arslan's right arm was looped around his left with her fingers interlaced with his. Pyrrha was on his right looping her left arm around his right and interlacing her fingers with his. May was behind him messaging a sore spot on his back per her mother's prompting and following her mother's instructions. Emerald was sat in front of him leading back so her head rested against his stomach while she used his legs like armrests. Winter stood slightly off to the side, her eyes darting back and fourth between the other girls like she was trying to decide which one she was going to make leave and replace. Each of them would toss suspicious glances the others' way every once in a while.

How did his life end up like this? The question was rhetorical because he remembered every moment leading up to this point, but still, he had to ask: How?

Just how?

Ever since he arrived at Beacon the quest for feminine affection had made him feel like a dog chasing a car, but he had never expected to be like the dog in not knowing what to do with it once he had gotten it!

It wasn't like he was completely clueless. If he was dealing with only one girl he'd know exactly what to do: go on some dates, hold hands, be supportive in her day to day life then maybe kiss a little bit, and when they reached that point the two of them would see where they wanted to go from there. If they deepened the relationship, well, marriage and a family would be the next step. If not? Break up amicably and move on.

But he wasn't dealing with only one girl, and they were all being spurred on by each other to move quickly lest they get left behind if another girl managed to move faster (Arslan and Pyrrha had only grabbed his hands in such and intimate manner after Emerald had so brazenly leaned back against him after all, and May had only started her message after them grabbing his hands). All this affection being sent towards him all at once was kind of overwhelming.

He needed to take Penny up on her offer to draw up a schedule, that way he'd have some alone time with each girl to figure things out without playing favorites.

Yes, one on one time was something he could see himself managing.

He focused on his breathing, which was slowly becoming a less and less viable distraction.

Fortunately the gonging sound of the match starting gave him something else to focus on.

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"Weiss! Jungle Gym!" Ruby called out as she twirled her scythe into a striking position, "Yang! Dextral Twain! Blake! Sinistral Ternate!"

Team RWBY sprang into motion with Ruby rushing down the middle of the field to cross blades with Nick Arc as quickly as possible. Yang curved her run to approach Nick from the right while timing it to reach Nick after Ruby, while Blake veered to approach from the left while timing her dash to hit after Yang.

Nick proved himself quite capable of handling the odd angles of attack a scythe could provide as he deftly deflected the first, second and third strikes Ruby attempted before he jabbed at her with the opening his third deflection created. Fortunately for the silver-eyed girl she was already leaning back to disengage so the first thrust missed, and a one second petal burst created the distance she needed to be out of the way for Yang's opening shots from Ember Celica.

Jaune's father swept the shotgun blasts from the air with the flat of his blade before flipping Nogg around in a reverse grip to block Yang's punches with the other flat side. An uppercut, a haymaker, and two quick jabs were blocked before Nick kicked out forcing Yang to dance away. During the few seconds the two blonds were in melee Ruby had sifted Crescent Rose into its' rifle mode and she fired off two shots as soon as Yang was clear. The elder Arc deflected the first bullet with Nogg while dodging the second by leaning slightly out of the way.

Then Blake was upon him and Ruby shifted Crescent Rose back to its scythe form in anticipation of entering the melee again. Blake struck out with Gambol Shroud's blade in sword form while holding its' cleaver sheath in a reverse grip to block any counter attacks. And there were many counter attacks as Nick flipped back to a normal grip and expertly deflected each of the cat Faunus' strikes, then struck back with his own slashes as soon as her sword was out of the way. Her cleaver managed to block three, four, and then five of his counter slashes before he bisected one of her shadow clones and Blake disengaged just in time for Ruby to charge in again.

During all of this Weiss set up the jungle gym.

Acceleration glyphs stretched out before her letting her glide down the path they made at speeds only Ruby could exceed. She used that speed to visit several key points on the training field like all four corners plus a few more, where she paused for a moment to channel Dust through her Semblance.

Pillars of ice and stone rapidly grew from each point she visited, each one optimized in shape to be hooked onto by either Crescent Rose or Gambol Shroud in a way that would allow the wielders of those weapons to change directions without losing speed.

It was a solid enough game plan, Weiss reflected as she placed the final pillar. It maximized the speed and options of the two most maneuverable members of the team while also creating places the two less maneuverable members could hide behind to either recover or mask their approach to the target.

"Weiss! Catbird Seat!" Ruby called out as soon as the final pillar was finished, firing more shots at Nick as she disengaged from melee a second time.

Weiss complied, using her Glyphs to quickly jump up to the top of the ice pillar that gave her the best view of the training field. From this elevated position, she could clearly see Yang replacing Ruby in the melee with Mr. Arc, while Blake got into position to strike from behind. The bearded swordsman slashed at Yang only for the blond brawler to block it with the left half of Ember Celica, then firing a shot with the right half that Mr. Arc twisted around to avoid. The older man then turned his twist into a full on spinning kick that caught Yang in the side sending the brawler sprawling on the ground, before she front flipped up and out of the way. Gunfire from Crescent Rose covered her retreat and gave Blake the opportunity to attack.

The heiress narrowed her eyes at Yang's tumble.

That sneaky bimbo...!

The blonde brawler didn't need to take that hit, Weiss had seen her dodge attacks like that before quite easily. Yang was allowing herself to get hit to build up the power of her semblance Burn, meaning she was only following Ruby's plan as a vehicle to enable the alternative she had proposed right before the match started!

Weiss couldn't find it within herself to call the brawler out. After all, she was also using Ruby's plan as a vehicle for her own as well. The younger Schnee sister summoned an array of glyphs around her and began to infuse them with Dust.

Blake's attack from behind only managed to land a single hit on Nick before he turned around and pressed the cat faunus back with the fury of his thrusts. The young Belladonna managed to deflect most of those thrusts, but she still had to sacrifice three shadow clones to properly disengage before Ruby came in swinging her scythe in wide arcs.

The blond swordsman ducked under the first swing, deflected the second and outright parried the third with Ruby using a brief Petal Burst to let Nogg pass through the space she had been. That Petal Burst also let her relocate herself behind the towering man as Crescent Rose sifted into its' riffle mode. The diminutive team leader they cried out as she leapt backwards while firing, "WEISS! THUNDERBIRD!"

It was a call to fire off lightning dust with her glyphs. If the situation on the ground was slightly different Weiss might have followed it, but with the way things were going, she could see a way to enact her own plan: the fight had moved Mr. Arc closer to one of the field's edges and Ruby's Thunderbird call had caused her teammates to pull back and fire at range instead of closing in to switch out who was in melee.

She fired off an intense barrage of icicles from her glyphs. Some were as small as bullets, others as large as chairs, while most were the size of swords. The larger icicles stabbed into the earth creating barriers that Weiss didn't expect to contain her opponent but their placement did mean the path of least resistance was in the direction she wanted the fight to go. Coincidentally, the barrier would also delay her teammates from joining in on what she was about to do.

Victory will be mine!

As her barrage came to an end Weiss created a launching glyph behind her and leaped onto it, shooting herself forward with Myrtenaster stretched out before her as the crescendo of her final salvo.

Jaune's father had not been idle during the bombardment. He had spun his sword around like a propeller deflecting or outright blocking most of the medium and smaller icicles sent his way while sidestepping the larger ones. Only a scant handful had gotten past his defenses so he was ready when Weiss launched himself at her to sidestep again.

Weiss for her part managed to land gracefully behind the blond swordsman, using another glyph to catch herself before she stabbed the ground. She then twirled around and launched a complex series of thrusts and slashes with her rapier that Nick expertly deflected with the efficiency Weiss expected from a veteran warrior.

"Your swordplay's pretty good!" Nick observed with a tone of voice that reminded Weiss of more than one of her kinder combat instructors. His blade danced with hers in a symphony of steel clashing against steel as he continued, "But why'd you come down here? You were perfectly fine at range!"

"I needed to make sure this next part was done right," Weiss grunted as she channeled her semblance and created an acceleration glyph behind her opponent, all she needed to do was force him back a single step and he'd be sent hurtling out of the arena. "Besides most of my training was in fencing, I can't show that off at range."

"WEISS! GET OUT OF THERE!" Ruby's panicked command cut through the air.

"True," Nick allowed in answer to Weiss, "But if you had kept your distance, I wouldn't be able to do this!"

The ease with which he slipped past her guard and grabbed her right wrist with his off hand was so unexpected Weiss almost didn't process it happening until he had pressed his thumb against a nerve. The sudden pain made her lose her grip on Myrtenaster, sending the rapier clattering to the ground. Nick then jerked her arm up over his head before letting go, tossing the heiress into the air before catching both of her ankles in the same hand.

"Wha-?!"

At the same time, Blake vaulted over the ice while Yang smashed her way through another ice barrier. Nick responded to their arrival by swinging Weiss through the air like a flail, smashing Yang into the ground and playing wack-a-mole with Blake's shadow clones. The next few moments of Weiss' life consisted of a rhythm that went something like this:

Smashing into Yang to keep her prone on the ground, popping a shadow clone, smacking into Yang as the blonde tried to role over, popping another shadow clone, slam into Yang, shadow clone, shadow clone, Yang, shadow clone, Yang, shadow clone, Yang, Yang, the actual Blake, Yang, shadow clone, Blake, Yang, Blake, Yang, Blake, Yang, Yang-

"UWAH-URK-ARGH-EEP!"

That rhythm was brought to an end as a flurry of rose petals raced through the area and scooped up Blake and Yang, depositing the two of them at the far end of the training yard. A new rhythm began where Weiss found herself meeting all of the little ice barriers she had placed around Nick, and after twelve high speed impacts all of those barriers had been shattered into inconsequential pieces.

It was at that point Nick spun about and let her go like a professional track and field hammer thrower. Weiss sailed through the air and might have landed out of bounds if she wasn't caught by a cloud of rose petals which redirected her momentum and carried her to the same end of the field that Blake and Yang were at, bringing her to the ground as gently as possible.

"Weiss, are you alright?" Ruby fretted as Weiss scrambled to her feet.

"I'm FINE you dolt," Weiss woozily snapped before she took a step forward, tripping over her own feet and face-planting in the dirt, which ended up breaking her aura.

"Ow..."

- - - - - - -

"...And that's the basic overview of how my father solved the power consumption issue," Penny cheerfully explained as she lead Whitley to the training field and towards the stands where his mother was sitting. "Any further detail involves proprietary information I am not at liberty to divulge barring the signing of non-disclosure wavers or a very specific list of emergency circumstances."

Whitley was looking at her with an expression her databanks classified as wonderment. The sound of his voice registered as awed as he spoke, "Every part of you is a revolutionary masterwork; body, mind and soul."

An unidentified surge of emotion flashed through her systems at the young man's proclamation. It was similar to happiness in many ways, but it was also different. It was like seeing a unique shade of a favored color for the first time, the similarities and differences were fascinating. This would require further examination, and the study of this new feeling was greatly aided by how the Schnee boy was making it stir within her every other time he spoke.

Of course the sheer quantity of this feeling flowing through her systems had started to prove distracting from her current mission of guarding Friend Jaune, as attempting to process the emotion was taking bandwidth away from remotely monitoring the young Arc.

And so Penny had decided it was time to join the others so she could reduce the number of runtimes necessary to keep an eye on the Vital National Asset that was Friend Jaune. It would also be an opportunity to meet Friend Whitley's mother Willow Schnee, which was becoming a prospect of increasing importance the longer she talked with Friend Whitley.

"T-t-thank you Friend Whitley," Penny stammered as a cooling system kicked into high gear. A new subroutine started trying to see if the new verbal tick was connected to the new feeling she was analyzing. "Do you think-"

The question Penny was forming stopped at the same time the pair of them rounded a corner and saw Training Field Twelve in its' entirety. By sheer coincidence they had turned the corner at the same moment Friend Jaune's father Nick Arc had grabbed Friend Weiss by the wrist and tossed her into the air, and the two of them were treated to the sight of the blond swordsman swinging the young heiress around like a rag-doll.

"Is she alright?" Whitley asked while taking a step forward once the ordeal was over, his voice raised an octave above his normal.

"All available data suggests that Friend Weiss has simply had her aura broken, she is otherwise fine," Penny concluded after quickly reviewing what she had just seen.

"Okay, good," Whitley sounded much calmer before his face morphed into an expression Penny's databanks classified as scheming. "I really hope someone recorded that."

"There are currently seventeen students live-streaming this event," Penny informed him, "Five of them in high-definition." When Whitley started to rub his hands together and chuckle in response to that Penny shifted her own face into an inquiring expression, "Why do you ask Friend Whitley?"

"If I put those videos into a compilation set to the right musical score, I'll never lose an argument with her ever again," The Schnee boy's expression became outright devious.

Strange, why did her primary pump systems increase their tempo when he did that?

- - - - - - -

Theodore sighed and slapped his forehead.

"Aunt Weiss, why?"

"She's still working on fixing her habits!" Nicholas said defensively.

"How many knocks to the head did she need to finally figure it out?" Theodore demanded.

"Apparently not enough," August deadpanned.

"They're only down one teammate," Amethyst observed. "They should still be able to win, right?"

Xia grimaced. Nicholas nodded grimly.

"You saw it too, huh?" He asked.

"Yeah," Xia sighed. While they couldn't hear what was said on the field it was fairly obvious that Ruby didn't call for and Icicle Crash.

"They're not fighting together well at all," Julian murmured. Leander and Leandra nodded in agreement.

"I've never seen Team RWBY so out of sync before," Xander murmured. "I don't like their odds if they don't get their act together."

"Well, we know what they will be capable of," Petra observed, "They could still find some of that today."

"Hopefully," Leander and Leandra murmured in sync.

On the grownups' part Willow Schnee had become very tense upon seeing her daughter getting used as an improvised weapon.

"She's fine Mistress Schnee," Klein reassured her, his voice a bedrock of confidence, "The young mistress has only had her aura broken, and her pride bruised, the only thing rushing to her now would accomplish is further bruising that pride."

"Her aura did its job," Logos rumbled his own assurance, "And Mr. Arc only used the force necessary to break her aura. He was in complete control the whole time, and your daughter was never in any real danger."

"She'll be able to walk it off in a few moments," Basara added, her voice colored with experience.

"Yeah, all three of us walked off much worse hits at one point or another," Athena agreed. "If all our stunt partners had as much control as Mr. Arc displayed right now I don't think any of us would have gotten injured on set."

"Right, she's fine, she'll walk it off, she's fine," Willow repeated as she relaxed. As the tension left her body a new thought suddenly entered her mind, and her face flushed crimson as that through found its' way out of her lips: "Breaker above, I wish he would manhandle me like that."

Several heads whipped around at that declaration.

"Brain bleach," Julian moaned, "Need brain bleach!"

"Oh, you think you have it rough," Leandra and Leander snorted in unison.