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[Hahoalki]

MILF Pyrrha might as well be a Greek goddess or Red Sonja, dressed like that '4 years of Beacon' pic that's floating around.

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Which pic is that?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The café overlooking Vale's festival square was crowded with Vytal visitors. Paper lanterns swayed overhead in the evening breeze, casting warm gold across the wrought-iron chairs and warm oak-wood tables. In the corner of the patio sat a distinguished panther Faunus man in a suit, sunglasses and fedora, and a beautiful older black cat Faunus woman in purple dress, white jacket, sunglasses and an elegant head wrap for her hair.

Blake stood just inside the doorway to the patio, fingers twisted together so tightly her knuckles were pale.

Jaune waited a step behind her, Mia balanced on his hip, the little girl's ears twitching at every new sound and smell. He'd dressed up a little—clean white button up shirt, black pants and tie, hair actually combed—but he still felt underdressed next to Blake's careful black wrap dress.

"You sure about this?" he asked quietly.

Blake exhaled. "No. But I need to do it anyway."

"Well," Jaune murmured, "We're here for you."

Everyone else was busy tonight, so he'd brought Mia along. Not that Blake had objected. Indeed, she smiled at the little girl and got a smile back, which helped steel her resolve.

She stepped forward.

Kali saw her first. The teacup in her hand rattled against the saucer as she stood, eyes already shining. Ghira rose more slowly, the chair scraping loud enough to cut through the café chatter.

Blake opened her mouth—some apology already forming—but Kali crossed the distance in three strides and pulled her into a crushing hug. Ghira's massive arms wrapped around both of them a second later, enveloping them like a living fortress.

Words failed. Blake's apology dissolved into a muffled sob against her mother's shoulder. Kali's hand stroked her hair the same way it had when she was small.

"You're alive," Kali whispered, voice cracking. "That's all we needed."

Ghira's deep rumble followed. "We missed you, little one."

They held her until the tears slowed. Only then did Kali pull back, wiping her own eyes—and freeze.

Her gaze landed on Mia, who was peeking curiously from Jaune's shoulder, ears perked high. Then on Jaune himself, tall and blond and holding the child with the practiced ease of someone who'd done it every day for years.

Kali's hands flew to her mouth. A high, delighted squeal escaped.

"Oh—oh my gods—a granddaughter!"

Before Jaune could process the word, Kali had surged forward, arms outstretched. She plucked Mia from his hip with surprising strength and spun her once, laughing as the little girl squealed in delight.

"Look at these ears! Look at this face! Ghira, look!"

Ghira's stern expression cracked into something softer, though his eyes flicked to Jaune with new weight.

Jaune's brain short-circuited. He turned slowly to Blake.

She offered a tiny, pained smile and mouthed, Sorry.

Kali was already cuddling Mia close, cooing over her curls, her dress, the stuffed bunny tucked under one arm. "And you—" She reached out with her free arm and pulled Jaune into the hug whether he was ready or not. "My new son-in-law! Welcome to the family!"

Jaune made a small, strangled noise. Mia giggled, patting Kali's cheek.

"Hi, new Grandma!"

Kali melted.

They settled at the table eventually—Kali with Mia in her lap, bouncing her gently and feeding her tiny bites of honey cake; Ghira opposite Jaune, arms folded, gaze steady and appraising. Blake sat between her parents and Jaune like a very nervous bridge.

The conversation started light—festival gossip, Menagerie news, Kali asking Mia a hundred delighted questions. But Ghira's silence had weight. Every so often his eyes flicked to Jaune, measuring.

Finally, over tea, he spoke. "So. You and my daughter."

Jaune swallowed. "Sir—"

Blake jumped in, words tumbling out too fast. "We met during a… joint operation in Radian. Things happened quickly. We fell in love—very tragic, very passionate. Then I had to leave the White Fang because of the pregnancy, and we've been keeping things quiet for safety, but we're very happy now and everything's completely normal!"

Jaune stared at her. Kali raised an elegant eyebrow. Ghira's glare intensified.

Mia, oblivious, offered Ghira a piece of her cake. "Grandpa, want some?"

Ghira's expression softened as he accepted the sticky offering with grave dignity.

Jaune cleared his throat. "Excuse me. I need… air."

He stood, touched Blake's elbow. "Could I borrow you a moment?"

Blake followed him out to the narrow hallway and into the family restrooms, wringing her hands.

The second the door swung shut behind them, Jaune turned. "Blake. What the hell-heck was that?"

She winced. "I'm sorry. I panicked. They looked so happy to see me, and then they saw you with Mia, and I just— I didn't want them to worry. I thought if they believed we were together, that Mia was ours, they'd be relieved instead of scared."

Jaune pinched the bridge of his nose. "They've been worried for years, Blake. Since you ran off with Adam. One more lie isn't going to fix that."

"I know." Her voice cracked. "I know. I just… wanted them to have something good for once. Even if it was fake."

Jaune looked at her—really looked. The tension in her shoulders, the fear in her eyes. He sighed.

"We're telling them the truth. You can't keep running from it."

She nodded, eyes shining. "I'm sorry. For dragging you into this. For the lie." She hesitated, then added in a small voice, "Can we still be friends? After this? I'll do anything—"

"Blake." He cut her off gently. "I'm not going anywhere. I just want you to be happy. And honest. That's all."

Her cheeks flushed dark. She nodded again, quicker this time.

They returned to the table. Kali was teaching Mia a Menagerie finger-game; Ghira watched them with quiet wonder.

Blake took a deep breath. "Mom. Dad. I… lied. About Jaune and me. And about Mia."

Kali's ears twitched. Ghira merely grunted, unsurprised.

"We knew," Kali said softly. "The moment you started talking, sweetheart. You've never been a good liar to us."

Ghira's deep voice rumbled. "But we're glad you're fixing it."

Blake explained—carefully, haltingly. The real story. Katie. Mia. How Jaune had become part of their extended family at Beacon. How Blake had grown to love the little girl like an aunt.

When she finished, silence settled again, gentler this time.

Ghira turned to Jaune. "And you, young man. What are your intentions toward my daughter?"

Jaune met his gaze steadily. "I care about her very deeply, sir. She's one of the best people I know—brave, kind, complicated in all the ways that matter. She's a good friend. Mia adores her. And so do I. I just want her to be happy."

Ghira studied him for a long moment. Then the corner of his mouth lifted in a slow, approving smile.

"Good answer."

Kali beamed, bouncing Mia lightly. "Very good answer."

Mia, who had been listening with the intense focus only children can manage, piped up. "I like Auntie Blake a lot! Can she be my new mommy?"

The table went still.

Blake's face went scarlet. Jaune's ears burned. Kali and Ghira exchanged a long, knowing look—smirks barely contained.

Jaune coughed. "We'll… talk about that later, kitten."

 

[Balorak146]

Ghira turned to Jaune. "And you, young man. What are your intentions toward my daughter?"

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"Considering that she just lied about conceiving my daughter when she would have been about twelve, thus falsely painting me as a pedophile? None, whatsoever!"

- What Jaune should have said.

 

[Sir Borks-a-Lot]

"Considering that she just lied about conceiving my daughter when she would have been about twelve, thus falsely painting me as a pedophile? None, whatsoever!"

- What Jaune should have said.

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I forgot, was he aged up in this one? If not, then he should be the same age as Blake, so it shouldn't count as pedophilia.

 

[Balorak146]

I forgot, was he aged up in this one? If not, then he should be the same age as Blake, so it shouldn't count as pedophilia.

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I should hope that Jaune was aged up a little, considering that Mia is supposed to be almost five.

 

[Dragon Bob]

I forgot, was he aged up in this one? If not, then he should be the same age as Blake, so it shouldn't count as pedophilia.

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Nope, the idea is basically that Jaune had an accident child with his childhood girl friend. Mia is around 4, and would have been born when Blake was 14-15. (She's younger than 4 at the start of the series, Blake is 18 at the start, it's been some number of months).

 

[Dragon Bob]

I should hope that Jaune was aged up a little, considering that Mia is supposed to be almost five.

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Nope, Mia starts as almost 4. And was the result of Jaune and his equally young girlfriend not using protection. The girlfriend died from complications.
It's a real thing that happens every day.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

"Considering that she just lied about conceiving my daughter when she would have been about twelve, thus falsely painting me as a pedophile? None, whatsoever!"

- What Jaune should have said.

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I aged up everyone and for fuck's sake, it's COMEDY. Relax guys, don't take it so seriously.

 

[Sliverhero]

"A VERY GOOD BOY"

Beacon Academy slept uneasily.
Not because of Grimm. Grimm were honest. They roared, they charged, they died. Grimm obeyed rules. Tonight, the rules had called in sick.

It began with a sound, a low, wrong vibration that crawled through the bones of the academy and settled behind the eyes. The stars above Beacon flickered, as though someone were blinking them out one by one. Jaune Arc, returning late from the training hall, stopped mid-step. "…Huh," he muttered. "That's new."
The sky split, not cracked, not even to shatter.
It jusy unzipped.

Blackness spilled through, thick and wet, folding into itself like an impossible ocean pouring through a wound in reality. The air twisted. Gravity forgot which way was down. Stone screamed as the courtyard warped beneath unseen weight. All the emergency sirens howled, then nearly every Light burst. Students poured out of dorms, weapons drawn, panic rising in waves. "Grimm breach!" someone screamed while freaking out. "No," Blake whispered, staring into the void. "That's not Grimm."

Something began to emerge.
It came out slowly piece by piece, a claw that bent backwards through space, a cluster of eyes forming where shadows overlapped, fur melting into chitin, chitin into mouths chanting syllables that tasted like copper and regret. Yang planted her feet and just stared . "Okay. Nope. That's a final boss." Weiss was already calculating Dust usage and realizing none of it mattered.
Pyrrha felt the pull of it, not magnetic, not physical, but inevitable, like the universe had decided this thing belonged here now.
Ozpin watched from the tower, utterly still, fearimg it is the ends of days.

The thing landed, the impact cratered the courtyard and knocked half the students off their feet, but the damage reverse its self and then a red substance started to leak out and it smelled like copper.The creature loomed, towering, asymmetrical, its form constantly rewriting itself as if reality couldn't agree on what it was allowed to be.

Its many mouths opened.The very world paused waiting to hear the death scream to end it.a
Instead.... "Wrrrrrhhh?" Jaune blinked."…Brutus?"
The sound died. The creature froze mid-existence. Every whisper ceased. Every mouth closed except one, which quivered.
Then that thing screamed. A sound of pure, ecstatic recognition ripped through the academy. Windows exploded outward. Time hiccupped. The monster surged forward in a blur of claws, tentacles, and folded space, slamming into Jaune and wrapping him in a catastrophic hug. Students scattered.
Yang screamed worried , "JAUNE IS DEAD..."

"Hey! Careful!" Jaune protested as he vanished beneath a mass of impossible limbs. "You're way bigger than last time!" Brutus nuzzled him, purring like a collapsing galaxy. One tongue brushed Jaune's visor and briefly showed him the birth and death of seven universes.
Jaune laughed. "Aw, I missed you too, buddy."
Silence followed. Weiss's sword clattered to the ground.

Blake slowly lowered her weapons. "…That thing just tackled Jaune and didn't kill him."
"It licked him," Yang said faintly. "I saw it lick him." Jaune finally extracted himself, armor dented but intact, and waved awkwardly at the crowd. "Uh. False alarm, everyone."
He patted Brutus's shifting flank. The creature leaned into the touch, causing three nearby trees to reverse their own growth. "This is Brutus. He's my family pet."

No one spoke.

"…Your what?" Pyrrha asked still shocked.
"I found him in the woods when I was a kid," Jaune explained. "Technically between woods. And dimensions. He was stuck in a loop and crying, so I helped him out." Brutus sniffed proudly. A nearby statue wept blood.
"My mom said I could keep him if he promised not to eat the neighbors," Jaune added. "He promised."

Brutus nodded. Reality warped to acknowledge this vow. That was when Zwei waddled into the courtyard. The corgi paused, stared at the towering eldritch horror, and wagged his tail.
Brutus noticed. The two locked eyes.
Something ancient passed between them.
Zwei sat.

Brutus slowly lowered his head, folding space around himself so he could be eye-level.
They nodded, both equal, both Veterans but more important then anything else both are good boys.

Jaune stared. "…Why does Zwei understand him?" Zwei barked. A third-year student fainted.
Ozpin cleared his throat from the tower balcony.
"Mr. Arc," he said carefully, "would you kindly explain why a transdimensional entity of unknowable power has responded to your presence like an overexcited puppy?"
Jaune scratched Brutus behind a cluster of gently screaming horns. "He gets lonely," Jaune said. "I haven't visited in a while."
Brutus whimpered.

A constellation vanished in the sky vanished.
Glynda Goodwitch pinched the bridge of her nose. "Of course he does." Jaune smiled apologetically. "Sorry about the mess."
Brutus wagged something that might have been a tail. The moon flickered. Zwei barked again, approvingly.

Ozpin sighed, deep and tired.
"…Very well," he said. "Mr. Arc, please escort your… pet… home before reality collapses completely." Jaune saluted. "Yes, sir."
He turned to Brutus. "C'mon, boy. Let's go before you get us in trouble." Brutus purred, folded himself impossibly small, and followed Jaune like a loyal shadow that occasionally screamed in ancient tongues.

The sky slowly stitched itself closed.
Students stared. Yang finally broke the silence. "…We're never topping that." Blake nodded. "I'm not sleeping tonight." Weiss whispered, "I'm transferring." Zwei trotted after Jaune, tail high.
Behind them, Ozpin quietly wrote a new rule into Beacon's records:
ARC FAMILY PETS REQUIRE PRIOR COSMIC APPROVAL.

 

[dragon_cloud16]

Behind them, Ozpin quietly wrote a new rule into Beacon's records:
ARC FAMILY PETS REQUIRE PRIOR COSMIC APPROVAL.

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And now that idea of Jaune being a supernatural magnet is back. With his first ever girlfriend getting ready to...

"HEY! I CAN INTRODUCE MYSELF! Ahem, I am the Chaos that Comes Crawling with a Smile! Nyarlthrotep!"
"GO HOME NYARUKO!" 'Stabs in head with a Fork'
"TAJADOL!"

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Jaune The eldrich milf magnet that is immune to their everything due to his himboness? But what would their avatars look like? Maybe from that one simp game? Suckers for Love?

 

[dragon_cloud16]

Jaune The eldrich milf magnet that is immune to their everything due to his himboness? But what would their avatars look like? Maybe from that one simp game? Suckers for Love?

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Nah, I say go with the classic expy's. Nyaruko-chan for Nyarlthrotep, who is worse then Nora when it comes to energy. Shub-Niggurath has to be Chiyo from 'An Elder Sister Like One.' And Abagail Williams for Yog Shoggoth.

The rest..well that is up for debate. And honestly it would be funny to see Jaune struggling against Grimm when he starts at Beacon. Only for someone in Beacon to accidenly get the attention of the Eldritch and them locking onto Jaune. Hell, I actually have an idea for just HOW it can happen.

I'm gonna have to take a pause from my fanfic writing to write this snippet now. Thanks...

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Nah, I say go with the classic expy's. Nyaruko-chan for Nyarlthrotep, who is worse then Nora when it comes to energy. Shub-Niggurath has to be Chiyo from 'An Elder Sister Like One.' And Abagail Williams for Yog Shoggoth.

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Good suggestions but that's the cowards route if their completely human looking

 

[Bommel]

Spoiler: US vs Japan

smart use of power trumps op powers

Cinder using fire to make glass and other tricks vs Pyrrha having magneto lite powers

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Agreed that smarter use of powers is better than simply having OP powers (to a cirtain extent, sometimes you literally can't defeat someone who has a "I win" button whil you have basically nothing).
It would be really fun if there were a bunch of Semblances that are extremely specialised in their abilities (perhaps to make up for it much more powerful than normal in that specific area, or just sometimes), and then some of those Huntsmen are extremely skilled at using their specific powers to become some of the best Huntsmen around (if a guy can use a trumpet as a deadly ranged weapon without any Semblance involved, it should not be that difficult to justify in-universe).

It should be noted that Cinder's Sembance isn't "fire", it's superheating objects (seemingly exclusively the solid state of matter), and being able to alter their shape when they're superheated (almost always when they've become soft from the heat or outright liquids).

 

[dragon_cloud16]

Please blame this thread for making me write this. And yes, I made Katy a 'Avatar' of the Blind Idiot God from a certaion CYOA.

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"PLEASE LOVE ALL US ELDRITCH JAUNE!!"
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Walking down the halls of Beacon, Blake Belladona goes through all the books she had just recently bought from a fresh shipment that Turkson had just received. FouFive books that were now her's, each one having something she liked about them. All kept in a barely holding itself together bag, she reached down and pulled the first book out of fofive.

"The newest volume of 'Master of Master's'," Blake says with restrained giddiness in her voice. "Oh I can't wait to see what Ritsuka does to Mash and Lilith in this one. Maybe tying them up and.."

As she was walking, she didn't notice the pair of eyes rolling at her words. Nor did Blake notice that something was off, as if it felt something familiar and desired was nearby.

Moving onto the next one, she can't hold back her giggling as she looks at the cover of the first volume of 'I was Reincarnated in a Cave With Tentacles.' Her eyes gleam in excitement at the cover, the image of a beautiful elf walking into a cave has people looking uncomfortable for a moment.

'What is with this dirty cat?' a young girl's thoughts echo out from nowhere. A few passerbys start to bleed from their ears and eyes. 'I mean, why is she so excited about something a cultist made out of their boring dreams?'

'Ninja's of Love' soon follows as she gets closer and closer to Team RWBY's room. And as she pulls out her fifourth book, a copy of 'Samurai's Passion', does she start to giggle in sheer joy before she looks around as if worried anyone spotted her. And upon seeing nobody near her, she quickly walked into Team RWBY's room, excited to start reading her fine literature.

All the while, having left a black book with purple binding and artistic etchings on its cover on the ground. Minutes pass, with a few people walking by while giving the book laying on the ground a wide berth. It was as if they were intentionally trying to ignore it as it layed on the ground. But soon noises start to be heard behind a nearby door.

"Nora, we can't get a sloth as a team mascot," the voice of Jaune can be heard, making the book shiver in excitement somehow. "And you're still in trouble for trying to train all of those boarbatusks to pull a wagon through the school. Do you want Proffesor Goodwitch to.." Just as he opens the door, words on his lips does Jaune freeze as if sensing a predator near him. Something that he had felt before.

Something that in his very bones, in his blood, and deep within his soul remembered this feeling. Missed it to a degree but wanted nothing to do with it at all.

Looking down at the ground, the sight of the black and purple book greeted his eyes. And after only a second, the book opened its own eyes and stared back happily at Jaune…

"Master! My Master! I found YoU aGAiN!" the book says as the pages flap and move, a long tongue suddenly flopping out as it started to push the book towards the door.

And towards Jaune.

"OH NOT AGAIN!" comes Jaune's manly scream as he slams shut the door and runs over to the nearest bed. And ignoring everyone looking at him, as well as how Pyrrha was sitting on the bed, started pushing it up to block off the door. "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET ME AGAIN! I'M NOT DEALING WITH ALL OF YOU AGAIN!" he shouts even as his friends look at him worriedly.

Pyrrha, getting up off the bed, looks at Jaune as if something was wrong. "Jaune? Who are you talking about?"

"Yeah!" Nora says excitedly even as she reaches to grab her hammer. "Who's legs do I gotta break?" she asks with a excited smile on her face.

Ren, the 'calmest' of them all looks at Jaune even as he says, "You can't break their legs Nora. We still don't know.." Only for Jaune to cut him off. "Won't fucking work! You can stab them and it would be like poking them," Jaune says with a grunt as he holds the bed against the door as it rumbles and fights to let whoever or whatever behind it in. "AND YOU'RE NOT TAKING ME ALIVE!" he shouts out even as a pair of dainty hands suddenly press themselves against his back.

"Oh but Master, that will be fine with me," a young woman suddenly says as Jaune suddenly feels someone laying their head against his back. "After all, you are mine my Master. Forever and forever and I will not let any of them take you from me."
"AAAH!" screams Pyrrha in shock.

"BAD TOUCHING!" Nora cries out and Ren blinks in shock. All the while, Jaune just freezes as he realizes who..no WHAT is now with him. And with a turning of his head, he saw the figure behind him.

Skin that was pale with a slight violent tint. Pointed ears like an elf in fiction. A slim figure that was vaguely like Weiss's but more mature. All dressed in a black and dark purple dress that hugged her figure and was like it was poured onto her body.

A fact that Jaune knows quite well is what happened.

"Als Azif," Jaune whimpers in fear at the sight of the young woman. "But how? Why?" A moment's pause comes from him as he turns towards the door that was still fighting to be open. "If you are in here, then what is out there?"

"My Shoggoth," is the single answer before loud screaming erupts from the hallway and chaos started to descend onto Beacon. And unbeknownst to Jaune, to everyone there, numerous sets of eyes were looking at him even as his team started questioning him.

From beneath the bed where a ever shifting mass of darkness laid.

From the nearby vent, as the air shifted around a mass that gave off a hint of yellow.

The bathroom door softly opened as a green tendril could briefly be seen.

By the window, the horns of a goat would have been briefly seen along with multiple eyes as they were pulled back.

And outside in Beacon's grounds, a blonde haired cat faunos could be seen appearing out of thin air. Her eyes shining in a kaleidoscope of colors as she looked over in a certain direction. Where the dorms were located and in particular the room where Jaune was.

"I think he will be excited to see you," a voice that was both young and old at the same time whispers into the blonde's ear. "But not yet. You will need to wait for him to be ready for you. But do not worry. It will not be long for us all.."

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The Beacon training yard had been peaceful for once-sun high, breeze gentle, the kind of day perfect for light sparring or skipping class entirely.
Four second-years who'd claimed the space for practice, took one look at the figure barreling through the gates and decided discretion was the better part of not dying.

They cleared out faster than a Nevermore seeing a squadron of strike fighters.

Isabel Arc-combat medic whites pristine, hair tied back in a practical ponytail-sat beside her boyfriend Nicholas, watching the exodus with mild curiosity.

Then the source of the panic arrived.

Raven Branwen-black hair wild, red eyes blazing, Omen slung across her back like a promise of violence-strode into the yard like she owned it.

"NICK ARC!" she bellowed, pointing dramatically. "FIGHT ME!"

Nick's face lit up like a kid on Aslanmas morning. "Okay!"

"NO!" Isabel snapped, grabbing his arm before he could draw his sword. "Every single time you two idiots fight, it goes on for hours and ends with both of you in the infirmary! I'm not patching you up again just because you wanted to play 'who's got the bigger sword ego'!"

Nick pouted-actually pouted.

"But Izzzyyyy… fighting her is cool!"

"NO!" Isabel repeated, voice rising. She glared at Raven. "Go fight Taiyang if you're that desperate!"

Raven crossed her arms, smirking. "Already did. He's in the infirmary. Cried a little at the end. It was cute."

Isabel pinched the bridge of her nose. "Then go fight Qrow!"

Raven's grin widened. "He and Summer ran the second they saw me coming. Cowards."

She leaned forward, eyes locked on Nick. "So come on, Monk Boy. FIGHT ME."

Isabel sighed-the long-suffering sigh of a young woman who'd seen this movie before and hated the ending.

"Fine," she said, rolling her shoulders. "In that case, I'll fight you."

Nick's jaw dropped. "But Izzy-"

She turned to him, pointing sternly. "Nick, you're referee. And no, you don't get to join in."

"But Izzzyyyyy!"

"No buts!"

Raven barked a laugh. "What? You're a medic. How much fun will you be to fight?"

Isabel nodded calmly, cracking her knuckles with deliberate pops that echoed across the yard.

"That's right. I am a medic." She swept her arm to encompass the entire courtyard-weapon racks, training dummies, stone benches. "But this isn't a
field. It's an operating table."

Her smile turned sharp.

"And I'm the surgeon."

Raven's grin turned feral. "Well, well. That's quite a boast. Let's see if you can back it up."

The fight was less a duel and more a natural disaster.

Raven struck first-Omen flashing in a crimson arc, Dust-enhanced slashes carving trenches in the stone. Isabel danced through them with terrifying precision, dodging by millimeters, countering with strikes that looked almost gentle-until they landed and sent Raven flying, or slamming her into the stone floor.

Nick watched from the sidelines, eyes wide, occasionally calling "Point!" or "Watch the left!" before remembering he was supposed to be neutral.

The courtyard didn't stand a chance.

Benches exploded into splinters. Training dummies were bisected. The stone floor cracked and cratered. Raven's portals opened and closed in bursts of red energy, trying to flank-but Isabel read her like a chart, always one step ahead, strikes targeting pressure points, joints, anywhere that would hurt without killing.

Hours blurred into a whirlwind of steel and fury.

Until finally-

Raven launched a desperate overhead strike, pouring everything into it.

Isabel sidestepped, caught her wrist, and twisted.

Omen flew from Raven's grip.

A palm strike to the chest-precise, surgical-sent the wild haired girl flying backward into the center of the yard.

She hit the ground hard enough to carve a crater.

Raven lay there, gasping, aura flickering weakly, staring up at the sky.

Isabel stood over her, chest heaving, hair wild, uniform in tatters.

"Haa… haa… haa… Back it up… yourself… bitch."

Nick sprinted over, eyes shining with pure awe. "IZZY! THAT WAS SO COOL!"

Isabel managed a tired smile, blush dusting her cheeks. "Thanks, Nick. Now if you could help me-"

The remnants of her uniform-already hanging by threads from Raven's Dust slashes-finally gave up.

Fabric tore with a dramatic rip.

Everything fell away.

Nick's brain short-circuited. "Oh… wow…"

From the crater, Raven-half-conscious, bloodied, but apparently not too injured for commentary-lifted her head weakly.

"H-Hey! You can't ogle her! Ogle me! My boobs are way bigger!"

Isabel's eye twitched.

She stomped down-hard-right on Raven's face.

"I'M A LATE BLOOMER, DAMNIT!"

Raven's head thunked back into the dirt, out cold.

Nick-still staring, now with the added complication of his girlfriend's foot on an unconscious woman's face-managed a weak thumbs-up.

"…Still cool."

The courtyard was silent except for the distant sound of approaching infirmary staff.

Beacon would be renovating again.

And somewhere, Ozpin sipped his coffee and was again thankful for the concept of insurance.

 

[bazerkerking]

Little know fact , the war between Ozpin and Salem is actually the world's largest insurance scam.

 

[Sliverhero]

Little know fact , the war between Ozpin and Salem is actually the world's largest insurance scam.

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And it not just regular insurance scram its divine insurance scram there is a reason on why the Brother gods never appear again on remnant its to dodge the divine cops

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

LoL this is entirely why mama Arc started manipulating her biology. To one up Raven even more.

 

[Gur40]

Agreed that smarter use of powers is better than simply having OP powers (to a cirtain extent, sometimes you literally can't defeat someone who has a "I win" button whil you have basically nothing).
It would be really fun if there were a bunch of Semblances that are extremely specialised in their abilities (perhaps to make up for it much more powerful than normal in that specific area, or just sometimes), and then some of those Huntsmen are extremely skilled at using their specific powers to become some of the best Huntsmen around (if a guy can use a trumpet as a deadly ranged weapon without any Semblance involved, it should not be that difficult to justify in-universe).

It should be noted that Cinder's Sembance isn't "fire", it's superheating objects (seemingly exclusively the solid state of matter), and being able to alter their shape when they're superheated (almost always when they've become soft from the heat or outright liquids).

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Heat beating Magnetism is both a fun science answer and proof of master power vs using power, Pyrrha may have been a good fighter but Cinder was a trained Killer that analyzed her style long before they met..

Spoiler: d

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Speaking of cool powers and wasted potentional the book talk about how the Spiders take over all of Mistral and basically rule Vale by the time the series starts

If only a crime theme group with unique and interesting powers that are around city level existed to help remove an organization that has most likely taken hits for the Grimm cult

Spoiler: Tenth

would be interesting since Roman more for the fame and staying alive and Neo either fanon horny, batshit insane or her amoral canon self and Axe Gang do Nothing even appearing in all the V1-3 talk about red herrings

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FNKI Cooked Again I NEED This in Canon

Spoiler: Emerald Excepted

Would love to see something like this... only for Jaune to pull a Katara and say if she slips up he will Kill Her

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Jaune House Husband Trained

Spoiler: Him and Wise

Either Yandere Huntress Looking For A House Husband Or ZZZ Crossover Were Phaethon were the ones that gave Jaune his Transcripts and Wise is shipping Jaune and Belle [as Belle is Shipping her brother with all the agents]

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Jessica Winning the War

Spoiler: better fate then DC canon

or the angst version

Spoiler: Who

Not Her Jaune or Not Recognised?

 

[SharkCultist]

So I don't have a full idea for this worked out. But I've always been a fan of turning Ren into a dragon (with deer antlers). I want a good but against Ozpin team JNP. (And a bit of inspiration from LOZ)

So my idea is that beacon fall is happening but Ozpin can't find pyrrha. So he goes with his last option.

Forcibly transferring the magic from a female host to a male one. In this case Ren.

The problem being how Ozpin set up the magics. For him to transfer it he has to change the nature of the magic. And Ozpin only has one other magic he can still give.

Transformation.

But the maiden juice is a lot more power than he put in Qrow and Raven.

This is going to be a one way transformation.

Ren transforms, drives off the Grimm, saves the day, but he's losing himself. It's too much magic, too big a change done way too fast.

Ren flees. And JNP almost kill Ozpin.

 

[Sliverhero]

So I don't have a full idea for this worked out. But I've always been a fan of turning Ren into a dragon (with deer antlers). I want a good but against Ozpin team JNP. (And a bit of inspiration from LOZ)

So my idea is that beacon fall is happening but Ozpin can't find pyrrha. So he goes with his last option.

Forcibly transferring the magic from a female host to a male one. In this case Ren.

The problem being how Ozpin set up the magics. For him to transfer it he has to change the nature of the magic. And Ozpin only has one other magic he can still give.

Transformation.

But the maiden juice is a lot more power than he put in Qrow and Raven.

This is going to be a one way transformation.

Ren transforms, drives off the Grimm, saves the day, but he's losing himself. It's too much magic, too big a change done way too fast.

Ren flees. And JNP almost kill Ozpin.

Click to shrink...

You can even make this worse as now dragon ren is now connected to Cinder and him sensing the connection kidnaps her as his captive princess which leads to him being stronger and her being stronger so now cinder ends up brake away from salem faction so the two are hunted