[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[ThunderBasilisk]

Yeah that's a monthly battleground I'd wish on no man. Be even worse with huntresses having access to aura.

 

[GrimmKenway8646]

That and common sense, but that's another story.

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Are you sure? Considering how stubborn those two are?

Still, happy that they are prepared for womanhood.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Jaune pushed open the door to the JNPR dorm with Mia riding high on his shoulders, her little hands tangled in his hair like she was steering a very blond airship.

"So, sweetie," he asked, grinning up at her, "what was the best part of daycare today?"

Mia leaned forward, ears perked, eyes shining. "That the Starlight Rangers are awesome heroes who beat up Grimm monsters with sparkly laser guns and friendship!"

Jaune laughed, the sound warm and easy. "Haha! They absolutely are. Best heroes ever."

She patted his head proudly. "I'm gonna be the Pink Ranger when I grow up!"

"You'll be the best Pink Ranger Remnant's ever seen," he promised, stepping into the common room.

And froze.

The place looked like a minor war zone. Smoke still curled lazily from the kitchenette, the fire alarm was giving one last pathetic beep, and three very professional firefighters were packing up their gear while Professor Goodwitch stood in the middle of it all, telekinetically rearranging scorched pots and pans back into some semblance of order.

Weiss and Pyrrha—both wearing slightly singed aprons—spun around at the sound of the door, faces lighting up like they'd been waiting all day.

"Jaune! You're back!" Weiss said, a little too brightly, brushing flour off her sleeve.

Pyrrha's smile was softer, relieved. "It's so great to see you."

Nora, perched on the couch, threw her hands up. "I tried to stop them, Jaune-Jaune! I swear!"

Ren, calmly sipping tea beside her, didn't even look up. "Unsuccessfully."

Nora scowled at him.

Jaune carefully lifted Mia down, setting her on the floor where she immediately toddled toward the least smoky corner to investigate. "What… happened?"

Pyrrha fidgeted with her apron strings. "Um… w-well, we… wanted to try making dinner for a change."

Weiss lifted her chin, defiant. "You always do most of the cooking! Well, you and Xiao-Long."

Jaune nodded, still dazed. "Oh yeah. Yang does a good job. Her spicy noodles are great! Mia loves them!"

Weiss and Pyrrha both bristled in perfect unison, a tiny storm cloud of competitive energy crackling between them.

Pyrrha cleared her throat. "So we thought we'd make you—I mean, all of us—a nice, simple dinner."

Weiss gestured grandly toward the kitchen. "Steak and potatoes with a side salad. Elegant, nutritious, perfectly balanced."

Pyrrha nodded enthusiastically. "Beef noodles with pork buns! Hearty, comforting, traditional!"

The room went very quiet.

Weiss turned slowly. "…Wait. That's what you were trying to make?!"

Pyrrha's cheeks went scarlet. "I-I thought I was following your lead!"

Jaune exhaled, long and slow, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's all right, both of you. Nobody's hurt, and—" He glanced over at the kitchenette, where Glynda was waving her riding crop like a conductor's baton, scorched cabinets slotting neatly back into place. "—look! Professor Goodwitch is fixing everything up."

The firefighters tipped their helmets respectfully and filed out, one of them muttering something about "student experiments" under his breath.

Glynda finished with a final flick of her wrist, the last wisp of smoke vanishing into nothing. She turned, expression as stern as ever, but her eyes softened the moment they landed on Mia, who had wandered over and was now staring up at her with unabashed awe.

"Miss Schnee. Miss Nikos." Glynda's voice could have frozen a Grimm. "No more cooking except under strict supervision."

Weiss and Pyrrha both snapped to attention. "Yes, ma'am."

Glynda's gaze shifted to Jaune. "Mister Arc. I will be joining you for dinner tonight."

Jaune straightened automatically. "Yes, ma'am."

She paused, then added, almost gently, "And I'm holding Mia in my lap."

Jaune's smile was instant and genuine. "Of course, ma'am. No problem at all."

Mia, who had been listening with great interest, tugged on Glynda's skirt. "Do you like Starlight Rangers too?"

Glynda's stern facade cracked—just a little—as she reached down and lifted the little girl into her arms. "I've been known to appreciate a well-coordinated team."

Mia beamed and promptly began explaining the entire season finale plot, complete with hand gestures. Glynda smiled softly and nodded along.

Jaune exhaled.

Well, it's a small price to pay to avoid expulsion...

 

[Sir Borks-a-Lot]

Mia just had to look up and she reactivated all of Glynda's motherly desires.

 

[GrimmKenway8646]

Mia just had to look up and she reactivated all of Glynda's motherly desires.

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And made her biological clock start ticking.
Jaune's Mom: I sense a disturbance in the Force!

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Lol his mom would hate it but it would be hilarious

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Saint Reepicheep's Second Epistle to the Temujns

Chapter 1

1 Reepicheep, a mouse knighted by the Table Breaker's own grace, once quick to draw sword in wrathful pride yet redeemed by his mercy, to the fierce Temujns of the endless deserts, whose blood runs hot as the midday sun and whose blades flash swift in anger:

2 Grace and temperance to you from the Divine Spark, who tempers the storm into still waters and teaches the warrior to sheath the sword before it masters him.

3 Beloved Temujns, I write as one who knows the fire of rage in his small breast. Many times my tail has twitched and my whiskers bristled at insult, and I have leaped into duel with fury blazing. Yet the Table Breaker, in his gentle roar, has taught me—and now I teach you—that anger is a blade with two edges: one may cut evil cleanly, the other may wound the wielder's own soul. As Queen Susan warned the Jotuns, "But now you must put them all away: anger, wrath, malice, slander" (Susan to the Jotuns 3:8), yet not all anger is to be cast aside, for some is kindled by the Spark himself.

4 There is just anger, O warriors of the dunes, and there is unjust. Just anger rises not from wounded pride or thirst for vengeance, but from zeal for righteousness—like the Table Breaker's indignation when he drove the sacrificers from the Temple of the Broken Table, overturning their altars of greed with holy fire (Chronicles of the Disciples 7:12-13). It burns against cruelty to the weak, blasphemy against the Divine Spark, or the tyranny that chains souls anew to the fragments of the old Stone. Such anger is natural and even pleasing to the Lord, for it mirrors his own sorrow over sin. As High King Peter exhorted the Mistralians, "Be watchful; your adversary prowls like a roaring Grimm, but resist him with the zeal of justice, not the venom of hatred" (Peter to the Mistralians 4:8-9).

5 Unjust anger, however, springs from the flesh: the insult taken too deeply, the slight avenged without measure, the grudge nursed like a hidden dagger. This is the wrath that turns brother against brother, tribe against tribe, and invites destruction. It is the anger that broods into hatred, and hatred is the seed from which sin blossoms into death. The Table Breaker taught in his Sermon by the Sea: "Everyone who is angry with his brother without cause will be liable to judgment; and whoever harbors rage in his heart has already slain in secret" (Sermon 4:22).

6 Feeling righteous anger is natural, Temujns—it stirs in us as the wind stirs the sands—for we are made in the image of the Divine, who grieves over evil. Yet we must not let it turn into hatred and sin. Be slow to anger, as King Edmund counseled the Quitalans: "Let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of the Divine" (Edmund to the Quitalans 1:19-20). Temperance and self-control are the reins upon this steed; without them, anger runs wild and tramples the rider.

Chapter 2

1 Consider the Creatures of Grimm, those black voids that haunt our lands. They are drawn not to flesh or blood, but to negativity—to wrath unchecked, to grudges festering, to hatred burning in the heart. When a warrior lets just anger sour into unjust rage, he becomes a beacon for the shadows: his fury feeds them, thickens their hordes, and hastens his own destruction. I have seen it upon the seas and in the wilds: camps torn asunder not by Grimm alone, but by the venom within men's souls that summoned them. To harbor wrath is to become like the Grimm themselves—soulless destroyers, seeking out evil and negativity, blind to mercy, devouring all in their path, including themselves.

2 Yet the Table Breaker offers another way: "Be angry, and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your wrath, nor give place to the shadows" (Sermon 4:26). Forgive swiftly, even your enemy upon the sands. Seek reconciliation before the blade. Let temperance rule your heart, that your anger may serve justice and then depart, leaving room for the peace that Aura kindles. For the warrior who masters himself masters battles unseen, and his soul remains bright, repelling the Grimm where hatred would invite them.

3 Therefore, Temujns, train not only your arms but your spirits. Let righteous anger spur you to defend the innocent, but sheath it in self-control before it draws blood unjustly. Hate sin, but love the sinner, offering even the raider a path to redemption. Thus shall your honor endure, your tribes prosper, and the deserts bloom with the hope of the paradise of growth.

4 May the Divine Spark grant you the valor of temperance and the peace that surpasses the fury of battle.

5 To him who broke the Table and calms every storm, be glory forever. Amen.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

• Name: Sister Lucy Hart
• Allusion: Chūjō-hime from Japanese folklore (the devout princess who became a nun and wove a miraculous lotus-thread tapestry through divine intervention), Sister Eda from Black Lagoon (a profane, chain-smoking, gun-toting "nun" with a hidden heart of gold and zero tolerance for nonsense)
• Naming Process: The religious title "Sister" reflects her vocation in the Tablebreaker Church, a Remnant faith emphasizing righteous upheaval against corruption (inspired by ancient tales of overturning tables in sacred spaces). "Lucy" derives from Latin "lux," meaning "light," symbolizing her role as a gentle illuminator of truth and comfort in dark times and after Lucy Pevensie from The Chronicles of Narnia. The surname Hart evokes the Old English for "stag"—a creature of grace, strength, and quiet vigilance—mirroring her steady guidance through life's trials.
• Age: 40s
• Background: A lifelong resident of Patch, Sister Lucy Hart joined the Tablebreaker Church in her youth after a personal crisis of faith-Before then, she was involved in the criminal underworld (though the details are scarce and she doesn't give much away). She was drawn to its teachings of peace, love, breaking chains of injustice and rebuilding community. She became the beloved Sunday School teacher at Patch's New Spring Chapel, where she nurtured generations of children—including Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long—during Taiyang Xiao Long's deepest grief following Summer's death. While Taiyang withdrew into depression, Lucy ensured the girls attended services not just for spiritual lessons but for hot meals, practical education, and emotional support, filling the maternal void with quiet compassion. Known island-wide for her willingness to help with "womanly concerns," household crises, or spiritual doubts, she has counseled everyone from grieving Huntsmen to wayward Faunus, all without judgment. Her gentle interventions have made her a pillar of Patch's community. Though devout, she possesses a worldly edge honed by years of dealing with Remnant's harsh realities, blending sermon-like wisdom with dry, teasing humor.
• Race: Human
• Emblem: The X-Cross of the Tablebreaker church-A simplified symbol worn by the devout, symbolizing the Broken Stone Table.
• Weapon: "Lion Shears" - A pair of Winchester semiauto .45 ACP pistols that can mecha shift into a scissor-like blade. These weapons can also be split into twin shortswords.
• Semblance: "Gentle Weaver"
  • Lucy can manifest thin threads of soft Aura that mend minor wounds, soothe emotional turmoil, or create temporary barriers of calm (dampening pain, fear, or rage in those touched). The threads "weave" connections, fostering understanding or easing confessions—ideal for counseling. Overuse drains her stamina, leaving her vulnerable, and it cannot heal severe injuries or override strong wills.
• Appearance: Petite and unassuming with a warm, maternal presence—greying auburn hair neatly tucked beneath her habit, kind brown eyes magnified behind round glasses, and a perpetual calm smile that can shift to knowing dryness in an instant.
• Outfit: Traditional Tablebreaker habit with a modest black dress with white accents with a wooden cross pendant. Practical additions include sturdy boots for Patch's rugged paths, a satchel for groceries/teaching aids, and hidden pockets for emergency supplies (bandages, snacks, or scripture pamphlets).
• Personality: Warm, grounded, and unflappably kind, Lucy radiates serene compassion that disarms even the most guarded souls—offering hugs, tea, and gentle truths in equal measure. Her humor is dry and teasing, delivered with playful eyebrow arches that cut through nonsense without cruelty. Beneath her devout exterior lies a pragmatic, worldly wisdom—she's seen Remnant's ugliest sides yet chooses faith and service daily. Patient with children, firm with fools, and fiercely protective of the vulnerable, she embodies "tough love" wrapped in softness, never preaching from afar but rolling up sleeves to help directly.