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[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

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digcat said:
I wonder has Nick ever had a heart attack at how short Aqua's skirt is. Because if it is same as in konosuba she just needs to lean forward a little and everyone gets to see everything.
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Aqua goes commando too, doesn't she?

Awkward.

cavalal386 said:
So I just found out an interesting piece of trivia. Apparently there is a myth that Norse brides were given a kitten as a wedding gift.

Nora knows of this.
Ren does not.
Shenanigans happen.
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On that same note, how does Pyrrha react when someone (not Jaune) tosses her an apple?
 
Jaune Arc, Single Father 62 New
Mia woke up feverish.

Her little hands were cold, her cheeks flushed, and a dry cough kept rattling out of her chest. Jaune was at her bedside in moments, pressing a cool cloth to her forehead while the rest of JNPR hovered anxiously nearby.

"Okay, Kitten… we're getting Nurse Tsune. Right now."

It only took a call on the Scrol and a bit of time, but the nurse arrived.

Thune examined her carefully, then gave Jaune a calm, professional smile.

"She'll be fine, Mister Arc. Just a common fever. Plenty of rest, fluids, and she should be back to her usual energetic self in a day or two. No need for panic." She squeezed him. "I'll get her some cough medicine and she'll be fine! You need to get to class!"

Jaune still looked stricken. "I… I should stay with her. Classes can wait—"

"Jaune," Pyrrha said gently, resting a hand on his arm. "You heard the nurse. She needs rest, not you fretting over her every second. Your classes are important."

Nora nodded. "Yeah! We'll check on her between lectures. She's tough."

Ren simply placed a steadying hand on Jaune's shoulder.

Jaune still hesitated, clearly torn, when a calm voice spoke from the doorway.

"I have an off day."

They all turned. Cinder Fall stood there, posture elegant, expression mild.

"I can look after her," she continued. "You should attend your classes, Jaune. She'll be safe with me."

Jaune's face flooded with relief. "Cinder—thank you. Really. Thank you so much."

He stepped forward and hugged her before he could think better of it.

Cinder stiffened.

For a brief moment her entire body went rigid. Then, carefully, she placed both hands on his chest and gently pushed him back.

Jaune immediately looked embarrassed. "Sorry—I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine," Cinder said, voice even. "Go. I'll take care of her."

Tsune handed Cinder a list of things, before she and the rest of JNPR left.

Pyrrha lingered in the doorway a second longer than the others, giving Cinder a long, assessing look before following the rest of her team out.

Cinder waited until their footsteps faded down the hall. Then she pulled out her Scroll and typed a short message.

Mercury. Emerald. Mint. Begin. Now.

No sense in wasting an opportunity to do some work for the mission with cover, while the others handled things.

She put the Scroll away, prepared a small bowl of mild soup and a cup of diluted juice, and settled into the chair beside Mia's bed. The little girl was still awake, eyes glassy with fever but bright with curiosity.

Cinder carefully spooned the soup into Mia's mouth, then made her drink.

"Sip, don't guzzle," she gently scolded her.

"Sorry," Mia mumbled. Cinder shook her head and had her eat and drink the rest. When done, the little blonde girl looked up at her hopefully.

"Story?" Mia asked weakly.

Cinder paused.

"…Once," she began slowly, "there was a young girl who was happy with her family. But she lost her mother. Her father remarried. Then he died as well. She was raised by her wicked stepmother and stepsisters. The poor orphan girl was miserable… forced to work like a slave. One day she..."

She trailed off, staring at Mia's bright, hopeful little face.

The rest of the real story pressed against the back of her teeth—Rhodes, the training, the awakening of power, the night she burned her stepfamily alive, the night she killed the only person who had ever tried to help her. All that rage. All that hate. She barely remembered the reasons anymore. Only the fire.

"Auntie Cinder?" Mia prompted softly.

Cinder's expression flickered. She forced the anger down and continued in a smoother voice.

"…One day, there was a ball held at the palace. The woman who attended would be chosen as the wife of the prince. The stepfamily wanted to go. They wouldn't let the poor orphan girl join them, and she wept as they left. But her fairy godmother appeared… and because she was so kind and sweet, she gave her a beautiful dress and a magic coach."

"What's a coach?" Mia asked.

"A carriage. Made of magic."

Cinder told the rest of the sanitized tale—the midnight deadline, the glass slipper, the prince searching the kingdom until he found the one girl whose foot fit perfectly.

Mia smiled sleepily. "Did they live happily ever after?"

Cinder was quiet for a long moment.

"…That… remains to be seen."

Mia's smile only grew. "That was a good story, Auntie Cinder…"

"You don't have to call me that."

"But you're an auntie… I like you."

Cinder sighed. "…You really shouldn't. You can't trust everyone in this world. So many people… they will be cruel and evil and pretend to be good."

Mia's fever-bright eyes were steady. "But people don't have to be evil. They can be good if they choose to."

"…Some people don't have the choice."

"Everyone does," Mia murmured. "That's what Papa says…"

The words settled under Cinder's skin like grit.

Choice. As if the world had ever offered her one. As if kindness had ever been anything but a luxury reserved for children with living parents and warm beds and people who actually came when they cried.

This child had no idea. She spoke of goodness the way someone who had never starved spoke of abundance.

"Go to sleep," Cinder said, voice quieter. "Rest. You don't want to worry your father."

"Okay, Auntie Cinder…"

"Miss Cinder."

"Okay… Auntie Cinder…" Mia's eyes drifted shut. Within moments her breathing evened into the soft rhythm of sleep.

Cinder sat very still.

This was only cover. Necessary cover for the operation. For the larger plan. Nothing more.

And yet the little girl's simple faith kept pressing against old wounds she had long since cauterized.

How easy it must be, she thought coldly, to believe in choice when the world had never taken everything from you. How easy to speak of goodness when you had never been forced to become the monster just to survive.

A flicker of heat answered the thought before she could stop it.

She raised one hand over the sleeping child. Flames bloomed in her palm, casting soft orange light across Mia's flushed face.

"Auntie Cinder…" Mia mumbled without opening her eyes. "It's… hot…"

Cinder froze.

The fire died at once. She pulled her hand back, staring at her own fingers as though they belonged to someone else.

"…Sleep," she said.

"Okay…"

Killing the child now would be reckless. It would draw attention. It would jeopardize everything they had worked toward. She could not afford that kind of sloppiness.

Not again.

Cinder slowly reached out and brushed the damp blond locks from Mia's forehead. Her touch was careful. Almost gentle.

When the time came, she would make it painless.

The child… deserved that much, at least.
 
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Go right on ahead and watch as Jaune will become something that Remnant has probably never seen.
Chase you until the ends of the world, watch as every thing you worked for is taken from you, make you wish for death, find a way to put you in the same perpetual agonizing pain that you gave him, never let you end as you become a new warning tale in the Ever After that will travel through time backwards and forwards spread from one generation to another around fire pits in low voices as not to draw that being's ire.
That's why you don't kill children, you could be next, .
 
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Ruby: "Ohhh... How am I gonna make enough money for that upgrade for Crescent Rose?"

Nora: "Oh oh oh! I know! I know! I know! Ren and I used to sell 'oops' insurance!"

Ruby: "'Oops' insurance?"

Nora: "Sure! Lemme show ya!"

*Nora takes Ruby to a dive bar... And walks up to the manager."

Nora: "Hello my fine sir and or madam! I am selling oops insurance! You should really buy some!"

Manager: "What's oops insurance?"

Nora elbows the jukebox and it explodes

Nora: "Oops! It would be terrible if more of that happened!"

Manager: "Okay, okay! Here! Take the money and leave!"

Nora: "Okey dokey, thank you!"

Ruby: "... Nora that's just extortion."

Nora; "It is?!"
 
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