[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Sliverhero]

@Sift Green
For your Myrmidons that are with Lionheart
Think it be more thematic if they the ones to kill him once he is revealed to be a traitor. Especially if pyrrha survives for it.

It be like how Goge Vandire from w40k was killed.

 

[Bommel]

And yes, Tomo-chan is a Girl is a perfect basis to use! What else?

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Maybe Yor from SpyXFamily?
She can be pretty shy, and may respond with violence if confronted with any way of physical intimasy (such as kissing), or will fully down a bottle of liquor just so she can push herself to go through with stuff like that (either because the situation demands it or because she really really wants to despite her nerves).

Maybe something from that could work?

 

[Sift Green]

@Sift Green
For your Myrmidons that are with Lionheart
Think it be more thematic if they the ones to kill him once he is revealed to be a traitor. Especially if pyrrha survives for it.

It be like how Goge Vandire from w40k was killed.

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That's not a bad idea, and I can definitely see it working as a narratively satisfying conclusion to a story arc.

At the same time these would be the Myrmidons he's had the most time to work over, so it's also possible that he's truly made them completely and totally his by the time the story is happening.

So this is an idea I think could go either way and have it make sense.

 

[digcat]

You know who we need for the Arc clan Lyra and her husband Harry.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The JNPR common room was quiet for once—no explosions, no hammer drills, no Ren quietly meditating in the corner. Just the three of them: Jaune sprawled on the couch with a medical textbook balanced on his stomach, Yang perched on the armrest beside him scrolling through her Scroll, and Pyrrha sitting cross-legged on the floor doing wrist stretches.

Yang was the one who broke the comfortable silence.

"Putain, ce prof de Dust est vraiment un con!" She muttered under her breath, scowling at whatever message she'd just received.

Jaune's head snapped up so fast the book slid off his lap and thumped onto the carpet.

Yang blinked at him. "What?"

He swallowed. His ears had gone faintly pink.

"…Say that again?"

Yang tilted her head, confused but game. "Putain, ce prof de Dust est vraiment un con?"

Jaune made a small, strangled noise in the back of his throat. His pupils were suddenly very large.

Yang's grin started slow and dangerous. "Ohhh. You like that, huh?"

Jaune coughed into his fist. "It's… Gallian was the first language I learned. It's… home. And hearing it from you is…" He gestured helplessly. "Really hot. Like. Really."

Yang's grin turned downright predatory. She leaned down until their noses almost touched.

"Tu veux que je continue, mon petit chevalier~?"

Jaune's face went from pink to full crimson in record time. He made another strangled sound.

Pyrrha, who had been quietly watching the exchange with growing fascination, suddenly cleared her throat.

"Ἐὰν σοῦ ἀρέσῃ ἡ γλῶσσα αὕτη, Ἰάων," she said softly, voice pitched lower than usual, "μπορῶ νὰ σοῦ μιλήσω ἑλληνιστὶ ὅλη τὴν ἡμέρα."

Jaune's head whipped toward her so fast it should have snapped his neck.

Pyrrha's cheeks were flushed, but her emerald eyes were bright, almost challenging.

"You are of course familiar with Hellenic, aren't you Jaune?" She asked sweetly. Jaune nodded.

"Y-Yeah, my mom wanted me to learn the classics and... Stuff..."

Yang's grin sharpened into something feral.

"Oh. It's on, Cereal Girl."

Pyrrha's answering smile was sweet, serene, and utterly lethal.

"Très bien," she purred in perfect Gallian, then switched seamlessly back to Hellenic, "ἀλλὰ ἐγὼ πρῶτον τὸν ἄνδρα ἔμαθον νὰ ἀγαπᾷ."

Yang laughed—low, delighted, dangerous.

"Tu parles bien, princesse. Mais regarde ça—"

She leaned right into Jaune's space, lips brushing his ear, whispering something long and filthy-sounding in rapid Gallian.

Jaune made a noise that could only be described as "system overload."

Pyrrha's eyes narrowed. She slid gracefully to her knees in front of him, placed one hand on his thigh for balance, and murmured something slow and velvet-smooth in
Hellenic, her voice dropping into registers Jaune had never heard from her before.

Jaune's pupils were now approximately the size of dinner plates.

Yang's hair flared brighter.

"Tu triches," she accused, grinning like a shark.

"Σοῦ ἀρέσει ὅμως," Pyrrha replied sweetly.

"Okay, okay—" Jaune managed, voice cracking on the second 'okay'. He held up both hands like he was trying to stop a train. "Ladies. Please. Settle this like mature adults."

Yang and Pyrrha looked at each other.

Considered.

Then, in perfect unison:

Yang (in Gallian): "Va te faire foutre."

Pyrrha (in Hellenic): "Πήγαινε γαμήσου."

They glared at each other over Jaune's head.

Jaune dropped his face into his hands and groaned.

"I hate my life."

Nora chose that exact moment to kick the door open, already eating a pancake.

"Yo! What'd I miss? Why does Jaune look like he's about to combust?"

Yang and Pyrrha answered at the same time, still glaring daggers at each other as Jaune blushed:

"Communication issues."

 

[cavalal386]

i'd ask for a translation, but i'm afraid of what i'll find.

also i think that saying is that insulting someone in french is like wiping your ass with silk.
then what is greek?

 

[digcat]

I like it no idea about what they were saying but i like it.

 

[Blackicefox]

....... did you just seriously turn Jaune Harem protagonist Ark into Gomez motherfucking Adams!?!?!? you monster reminant it can't handle that kind of batshit insanity!!!!...... We need more