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[Sift Green]

Blake LIKES the chair. That's the issue. Need to get a hose to blast her with anytime she gets close.


Speaking of Blake, what if Tai and Summer treated Raven how Jaune treated Bad Idea Blake in GTSSW? In other words, got her pregnant regularly so she wouldn't run away and do something stupid. In that timeline, Ruby and Yang are roughly the same age because Raven and Summer got married to Tai at the same time. They probably have at least a few younger siblings each.

I'd say Ruby is more confident because she's the same age as everyone else and didn't skip two years worth of learning, plus Raven isn't going to let one of her daughters be super shy. Yang wouldn't have mommy issues either. Unless you can get mommy issues by having two mothers that is. Tai is probably going to spend most of his time tired.

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Well in the GTSSW Blake-future it's more taking care of the kids that's keeping future!Blake from doing anything stupid as opposed to being constantly pregnant. Future!Blake hasn't actually gone through more pregnancies than the other future!wives, she just had multiples every pregnancy.

As for how such a plan might have worked for Raven? I don't know. Yang only remembers having Summer as a mom, so I was under the impression that Raven abandoned the family not that long after giving birth. If you're being a responsible baby making couple you don't try to get pregnant again before the baby can handle solid foods as a new pregnancy can interrupt lactation (because mother's milk at the time of birth is different than mother's milk after a few weeks and so the body wants to go back to the first kind of milk for the new baby). That means even if Taiyang and Summer were so inclined to keep Raven constantly pregnant to reduce the amount of mischief Raven could get up to there would still be a window where Raven would be recovered enough from the pregnancy to slip away.

That being said your idea touches upon something that mildly annoys me whenever I see it: stories where Summer's still alive and happily married to Taiyang and yet Ruby and Yang are still their only children.

Remnant is a deathworld so people on average should be having more kids than liberal first-worlders even in the urbanized first-world equivalent areas. Summer is part of an almost extinct bloodline with Ruby's existence proving that Tai's genes won't overpower what makes her bloodline worth preserving. If both of them are alive and together then Summer and Tai should be pumping out as many babies as they can handle plus one (because that's how you figure out what your limit is), so Ruby should be a big sister almost a dozen times over in any such scenario.

 

[GraveyardShift]

Sift is right.

I know I've pointed out how Jaune, Weiss, and even Ozma and Salem with their children were in a very exclusive club that should be considered the norm.

Hell I make the same lame excuses as Canon does for why Iella and Iessa are Kyinayes only daughters. Dead dad.

They ought to have at least three more younger siblings.

Seriously. Look even at the Belladonnas. Thats the most healthy couple on the board Canon wise and somehow Blake is an only child? With Kali as playful as she is, she should be almost neck and neck with Jaunes mom as a brood mother.

 

[Sift Green]

Yeah if you want to make the people are shocked when Jaune says he has seven sisters jokes work logically they you should have them being shocked at the sisters part of seven sisters instead of the seven part. His parents flipped the coin eight times and only landed on heads once, and that's unlikely enough to be surprising.


And the situation with the Belladonnas is definitely an odd one. That's why I went with the poison-miscarriage plot point in the GTSSW, because some kind of fertility issue is the simplest explanation as to why Blake is a single child.

 

[GraveyardShift]

I mean seriously. The worst couple on the board is the Schnees but they rank third in known families with more then one child. Salem in second with four known daughters and the arcs at 8.

 

[Unknown_One]

Floating back a couple posts and back to here:

I thought Jaune/Weiss/Pyrrha was called 'Dream Come True' due to the canonical interactions between the three at the beginning where Pyrrha wants Jaune, Jaune is/was infatuated with Weiss, and Weiss was infatuated with Pyrrha.

Now as to the family size situation, I mentioned the seven sisters thing a few times in my stuff. Depending on how you want to do things, a writer could have that leeway of every hunting family can have a maximum of one son. Thus, you could end up with the probability of more women than men on the hunting side of the equation.

Granted, I've put the idea of Jaune's family lineage of only one son per generation as a plot point in my currently on hiatus 'No Secrets'.

Non-hunting families are true coin flips and could end up with 3 sons instead of 2 daughters and a son, or other combinations of sons/daughters depending on the number of children they have.

Though how would you categorize a marriage between a huntsmen family and a non-huntsmen family is dealers choice. Perhaps it's 2 generations of 'normal' and then it depends on what the offspring do. Or, and this could be a plot point. A hunting/non-hunting offspring goes through life and if they go into the life of being a hunter, they end up contracting something early on that makes their children be more daughters than sons. If they don't, it's unaffected.

 

[GraveyardShift]

I think I recall there was this one weird study into this kind of thing.

The stress of conflict and people dying triggers some kind of biological switch in women to produce more daughters than sons during high conflict for some reason. It's only during eras of peace that they will start to produce sons in equal number as daughters.

Something like that? My memory isn't perfect on why. It might have been some feminist rhetoric about women biologically revolting against the concept of war and not producing any men would help end things sooner. Or it could be more that they produce more daughters than sons because of the more scientifically sound concept that in order to have a proper population boom, one man can sire more children than women can birth children since women are the bottleneck in human reproduction.

Again my memory is a little fuzzy on the entire thing, I could be wildly incorrect about all this.

But it could serve as a basis as to why and is more a City/Frontier Settlement environmental reason. Women in the capitals/greater walled cities produce an even split of daughters and sons since they feel safe enough to conceive naturally. Stress does have an effect on pregnancy in a lot of ways.

Frontier settlements aren't as secure and constantly running the risk of attacks and destruction by bandits/Grimm. The stress of which ensures that women in general, and probably Huntresses as a whole, ensure they produce more daughters than sons because of that biological bottleneck.

Even if you take away the whole 'Legendary Arc Fertility' shenanigans, there IS a kind of natural inclination for one man to sire on many women. There is historical precedent to do so and a believed statistic that only a small percentage of men actually pass on their genes. (And considering the current state of society that's looking like it might hold more water than we think.)

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Just some fun Dragonslayer art.

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[ExFelineServer3]

Is that a reef of autumn leaves?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Is that a reef of autumn leaves?

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Yes, a wreath of autumn leaves.

 

[digcat]

Here you go.

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[Sift Green]

Well honestly speaking you don't need to fiddle with birth ratios to justify a gender imbalance on Remnant. Even with aura doing a lot to level the playing field between men and women when it comes to physical prowess men would still be expected to do most of the high risk jobs because when you do all the math a woman is roughly two-hundred times more valuable in the field of reproduction than a man is. And there would be a lot of high-risk jobs in a world like Remnant. Like with flying Grimm being a thing any outdoors work that isn't under the cover of an anti-air system is a daily gamble men would be expected to take, and even with every reasonable precaution taken while on the job there will occasionally be a Grimm willy enough to slip past the defenses and compromise a workplace.

That isn't to say you can't mess with birth ratios to justify there being more women then men, but you need to remember that there would be a lot more men suffering Grimm related deaths than women. As such you shouldn't take any birth ratio justification to any extreme lest you push the imbalance too far.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Jaune picks up a passenger when a meteor strikes Vale.

Crossover, Marvel. Spider-man elements.

Commission written for Maki-Wolf!

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The shrill wail of the Beacon Academy PA system sliced through the quiet of the dorm like a Grimm's screech, jolting Team JNPR from their sleep. Nora shot upright in her bed with a startled yelp, her magenta hair a wild mess as she flailed. "THE JAM TORPEDOES! They're finally here!" she cried, half-dazed and already halfway to grabbing Magnhild from beside her bunk.

Jaune Arc bolted up next, heart hammering as he rubbed the sleep from his blue eyes. "What the—Nora, what are you talking about? What's going on?" He glanced around the dimly lit room, where Ren was already calmly swinging his legs over the side of his bed and Pyrrha was sitting up with that poised alertness she always carried, even at this hour.

Before anyone could answer, the door to their dorm burst open. Team RWBY spilled in, all in various states of pajamas and bedhead. Ruby Rose was in the lead, rubbing her silver eyes and yawning hugely, her red cloak draped haphazardly over her shoulders like a blanket. "What's happening? Is this a drill? Please tell me it's a drill…"

Yang Xiao Long leaned against the doorframe with a smirk, though her lilac eyes were sharp. Weiss Schnee crossed her arms, looking equal parts irritated and concerned in her elegant nightgown. Blake Belladonna hung back, ears twitching at the ongoing alarm.

The PA crackled to life again, Ozpin's calm but urgent voice cutting through the growing chatter. "Students: We have detected a very large meteorite falling upon Vale. The Valean and Atlasian air fleets and defenses are mobilizing to intercept it. We will mobilize to assist civilians and protect them alongside the VDF and local Hunters. Assignments will be sent to your individual Scrolls. Report to your muster locations at the Bullhead docks."

Murmurs rippled through the hallway outside—concern, confusion, a few nervous laughs. Ruby looked a little pale as she checked her Scroll, which chimed with new alerts alongside Jaune's. Their eyes met across the room.

"Looks like we're going together," Jaune said, managing a steady smile despite the knot in his stomach. The Arc family farm had faced its share of Grimm incursions over the years, but a meteor? That was new even for the stories his grandparents Arturia and Shirou told around the dinner table.

"Right!" Ruby nodded, determination flashing in her eyes as she straightened. "Let's get ready!"

Yang shook her head, blonde hair swaying. "Seriously? Meteors? What next, aliens?"

Weiss rounded on her. "Can you take this seriously?!"

"It's not like the sky is falling—oh wait." Yang grinned, but there was an edge to it.

"URGH!" Weiss threw her hands up.

Jaune turned to his team, slipping into that leadership tone he'd honed under his mother's watchful eye and his grandfather's quiet guidance. "Pyrrha, please alert everyone following your social media to take shelter in their basements. Nora, Ren? Let's get set to go."

"Yes, Jaune!" Pyrrha replied without hesitation, already tapping at her Scroll.

"Aye aye, Fearless Leader!" Nora cheered, fully awake now and raring for action.

"Yeah," Ren added simply, already moving with his usual serene efficiency.

Ruby was tense but resolute as she nodded to her own team. "Let's get going… Blake? I'll need you to help with scouting."

"Hm? Sure," Blake murmured.

The two teams split briefly to change into their combat gear—JNPR in their familiar armor and outfits, RWBY in their signature styles. Minutes later, they regrouped in the hallway and made their way to the Bullhead docks under the starlit sky. Bright flashes and thunderous booms echoed from above as Valean and Atlasian warships lit up the night, their weapons firing at the distant glowing streak hurtling toward the city. Atlasian Hardlight Dust Shields flickered into existence over key districts like protective domes.

Ozpin stood waiting amid the assembled students, his cane planted firmly as he addressed them all. "The Air Navies of Atlas and Vale are doing all they can to protect the city. You will go into the city to help with crowd control. Keep the civilians calm and moving to the shelters, and destroy any Grimm that tries to invade. I know this is a crisis none of you have encountered before. It is normal to feel afraid. Trust your team leaders, trust your teachers, and we will get through this."

Assignments pinged across their Scrolls. Ruby stood close to Jaune, their shoulders nearly brushing as they checked the updates.

"Heh… We're assigned to the New City, Outer Ring," she said, a small smile breaking through her nerves.

"Yeah… Us too," Jaune replied, glancing her way. The weight of responsibility felt heavier tonight, but standing beside her made it easier to bear. "We'll be like Arachnoman and Red Arachno!"

"Hey!" Ruby pouted. "I get to be Arachnoman!"

"Nuh uh," Jaune argued maturely, a brief spark of their usual playful banter cutting through the tension.

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Minutes later, they regrouped and boarded their assigned Bullhead. The cabin hummed with tension as the craft lifted off into the night sky, the distant flashes of anti-meteor fire painting the horizon in bursts of light. Nora was happily watching the explosions at a window, jumping up and down and babbling while Ren stood nearby and nodded every so often.

Pyrrha settled into the seat beside Jaune on the bench, her emerald eyes soft with concern. "Are you all right, Jaune?"

He nodded, staring out the window for a moment before turning back to her. "Yeah. It's scary… but I wanted to help people. And heck, it's a giant meteor! Of course I'm going to save people!"

Pyrrha let out a soft giggle, the sound warm and genuine even amid the chaos. "I like you like this."

Jaune flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks, Pyrrha."

His gaze drifted across the cabin to Weiss, who huffed and pointedly looked away, arms still crossed tightly. Pyrrha followed his eyes and tilted her head. "And Weiss…?"

Jaune shrugged, his expression steadying. "I'm not going to focus on romance anymore. I want to focus on improving myself. Right now, we're trying to save lives—that's what matters."

Pyrrha was silent for a long moment, studying him, then gave a small, understanding nod. "You're right. That's what matters tonight."

Yang walked over from the RWBY side of the cabin and grumbled, sitting down next to Jaune's other side.

"Geez…"

"Drama?" Jaune asked. Yang sighed.

"Yeah… Ruby and Weiss are fighting over Blake. Blake's not helping." Yang stretched her arms over her head and shrugged. "I tried. I thought her date at the dance with Sun would loosen her up but… Ugh." She rubbed her eyes.

"Oh," Jaune muttered, looking over at Ruby and Weiss muttering angrily at each other while Blake just stared out the window. Yang huffed.

"It's exhausting to play den mother."

"Yeah, I get it," Jaune snorted, looking over at Nora and Ren, "But it's worth it."

Yang smirked wryly.

"There are days I remember that better than others… Still! Geez. We've got a lot of drama to deal with when the meteor is coming. It's like The Walking Corpses."

"I know," Jaune snickered, "Why do they bicker and argue in a soap opera when zombies are going to eat their brains? It's stupid!"

"To be fair," Pyrrha murmured, "Humans nations still fight one another even with the Grimm. I suppose… That's just human nature. Or Faunus too, I suppose."

Jaune and Yang stared at her. Pyrrha flushed.

"Sorry… Little philosophical there."

"Yeah," Jaune muttered. Yang grinned.

"Buck up! No politics here, just fighting to save people from alien invaders!"

"It's a rock," Pyrrha said wryly. Nora dashed over, flitting about like a hummingbird.

"It's from space, so it's still alien! Ooh! Maybe they're evil alien rock monsters!" She posed dramatically. "I'll break them all! For great justice!"

"No more Fuujin Sentai for you," Jaune laughed. Nora pouted.

"You're just jealous I look better in spandex than you!"

Jaune coughed and flushed. He noted how Yang and Pyrrha were both staring at him.

"Oh? How would she know that?" Yang asked idly.

"Yes, how?" Pyrrha asked.

"Oh look! We're almost there!" Jaune said quickly. "Let's get ready!"

The Bullhead continued its descent toward the New City as the team prepared themselves for whatever awaited below.

---

They touched down in Queenstown, a once-separate town absorbed into Vale's New City expansion some thirty years prior. It was a patchwork of tidy middle-class neighborhoods, dotted with small parks, factories, local businesses, and the occasional private estate. RWBY and JNPR moved out immediately, going door to door to ensure residents were either hunkered down in their basements or safely en route to the public shelters. Jaune split off on his own, keeping in constant contact via Scroll as he swept his assigned blocks. They were close to the walls, which meant a real risk of Grimm incursion, but the steady drone of VDF Bullheads and close-support aircraft overhead made the danger feel distant for now.

He had just rounded the corner toward Tumbledown Park in a nice, largely similar suburban section, when his Scroll blared an urgent alert.

"Alert. All occupants of Queenstown must get to shelters immediately. Impact imminent and calculated to land in your area."

Jaune sucked in a sharp breath. Holy…!

"Ruby! Pyrrha! Everyone! You heard that?"

"Yeah!" Ruby's voice crackled back over the link. "We're clear in my area!"

"I'm at Tumbledown Park—there's a couple of kids here stuck!" Yang added, tension clear in her tone. "We're trying to get to the shelter!"

"I'm near there!" Jaune shouted, breaking into a sprint. "We can move to you—!"

"No time!" Ruby started, but Jaune shook his head as the sky behind him grew brighter, the roar of gunfire and missile blasts intensifying.

"Get to the shelter, all of you! I'll get Yang!"

The park was well-designed—trees forming sheltered copses over picnic and sports areas, the playground at the center atop a small hill with good sightlines. Jaune spotted Yang's bright blonde hair near a turtle-shaped stone statue. She was surrounded by a cluster of frightened ten-year-olds, struggling with one boy whose torso was wedged inside the friendly-looking sculpture.

"YANG! SITREP!" Jaune barked as he rushed up.

Yang glanced back in surprise before recovering. "Jaune! This kid is stuck in this stupid thing!" She gestured at the turtle. Half the boy poked out, tears streaming down his face.

"What the heck happened—?" Jaune demanded. One of the other children piped up.

"It just sank into the sand and—"

"Not important! Cut him out!" Yang snapped.

"Why didn't you just smash it—?"

"Because I don't want to hurt the kid, idiot!" Yang barked back. "You've got a sword—use your Aura to slash through it!"

Jaune winced but nodded quickly. This was no time to be the dork. He surged Aura through Crocea Mors, the blade glowing with energy, and looked down at the terrified boy. "Grab him when I cut it apart," he ordered. Yang nodded, taking the child's arms.

"It's okay. Cover your eyes—it's gonna be okay," she soothed. The boy whimpered but obeyed. Jaune focused, then struck—precise and controlled. The Aura-infused slash whipped out like a blade of light, splitting the stone turtle cleanly. Yang yanked the boy free into her arms.

"GO!" Jaune yelled. They turned and fled as the sky lit up with massive explosions and the Hardlight Shields flared brighter. Jaune and Yang sprinted through the emptying streets, but it was clear they weren't going to reach the main shelter in time.

"Any of these houses empty—YES!" Jaune spotted a For Sale sign. "GO!"

They dashed inside the empty house. Yang smashed down the door. Jaune found the basement and yanked open the reinforced shelter door. It was small—cramped quarters at best.

Well… Here's your chance to be a hero, he thought, What are you going to do?

The impulse took over.

"Get in! Plenty of room!" he urged.

Yang and the kids piled inside, but she immediately turned, scowling. "Wait a second, you gotta—"

"I'll be fine—"

"NO YOU WON'T—!"

The sound hit like a hundred trains rushing past at once. Jaune slammed the armored door shut.

"JAU—!" Yang's cry cut off… just as the meteorite struck. The world exploded around him. Rubble crashed down, a flaming rock smashing into his face.

That… Could have gone better, Jaune thought, as everything went black.

---

Jaune came to slowly, pinned beneath a crushing weight of debris. His powerful Arc Aura was dangerously low, every breath sending spikes of pain through his chest. Shouts and the sounds of frantic scrambling echoed from above—people moving rubble, calling out names. He forced his voice up, weak but desperate.

"H-Hey! Hey! Here!"

More scraping and shifting overhead. Jaune pushed upward with what strength he had left. Even weakened, he was still far stronger than any ordinary person, but the debris held him fast.

"OVER… HERE! HELP ME! HELP!"

Light suddenly pierced the darkness as several large chunks of rubble were heaved aside. Jaune gasped and winced as bright lights blinded him for a moment. When his vision cleared, a dirt-streaked blonde girl was staring down at him, eyes wide with worry.

"JAUNE!" Yang cried.

Jaune managed a tired grin. "YANG!"

She hauled the last heavy pieces off him, tossing them aside with ease. Behind her, paramedics were tending to the rescued children while the rest of RWBY and JNPR rushed forward. Jaune's friends crowded in as the medics moved to check him over. Yang grinned fiercely.

"Jaune!"

"You're all right!" Pyrrha breathed in relief.

"Eesh! Don't worry us like that!" Nora scolded.

"You're okay!" Ruby added, voice thick with emotion.

"Good to see you," Ren said quietly.

"Hmph… Good to see you alive," Weiss managed, though her tone was softer than usual.

All seven of them were covered in dirt and dust. Jaune flushed.

They… All searched for me…

Blake remained silent but offered a soft, genuine smile. Yang pulled him into a tight hug, followed by Ruby squeezing him just as fiercely. Then Yang punched his shoulder—hard.

"OW! What was that for?!" Jaune yelped.

"You idiot! What the hell was that about?!" Yang demanded.

"Urk!"

"When did you get a death wish?!"

"I just… There wasn't enough room in the shelter for all of us so, ya know…"

"Please… Don't think you have to sacrifice yourself so recklessly?" Pyrrha asked gently.

"Please Jaune… Don't do that again?" Ruby pleaded.

"Seriously. Don't," Nora added, looking unusually intense. Ren nodded firmly in agreement.

Jaune gulped. "G-Got it…"

The neighborhood had taken heavy damage, though only a few houses were completely destroyed. Weiss crossed her arms. "Honestly… What are the odds the biggest part landed right on top of you?"

"Yeah, I—OW!" A small black spider skittered away from his arm. Jaune grimaced and rubbed the spot on his arm. "I got bit by a spider…"

"Ew!" Ruby wrinkled her nose.

"You got bit… by a spider?" Weiss echoed.

Silence fell for a beat—then everyone burst out laughing. Jaune started first, the sound helpless and cathartic. Pyrrha, Yang, Ruby, and Nora joined in heartily. Ren chuckled softly. Blake smirked, and even Weiss sighed before snickering.

"Y-yeah! I guess… I guess I'm in real trouble now!" Jaune wheezed.

"HAHAHAHA! Must be!" Ruby howled.

The shared laughter felt liberating after the terror of the night. Yang laughed along, though her eyes remained intensely protective, as did Pyrrha's.

Nora wrinkled her nose. "Ugh… You're covered in gunk, Jaune!"

"Huh?" He glanced down. His clothes were smeared with thick black residue. "Ugh… Yeah…"

"Geez! Why didn't you tell me that before I hugged you?" Ruby complained, brushing her dusty clothes off.

"Sorry, sorry…!"

They guided him towards the first responders, multiple emergency vehicles scattered around the area with intense search lights.

The paramedics gave him a quick once-over. He was battered and exhausted but otherwise fine—just needed rest. Jaune took a moment to greet the rescued kids, who thanked him and Yang profusely. The little boy they'd saved looked up at him with shining eyes. "I wanna be a hero just like you one day!"

Jaune smiled warmly. "Thanks, kid. Stay safe."

They filed a quick report to Ozpin via Scroll. The Headmaster ordered them back to Beacon immediately. Exhausted but relieved, the teams clambered into a Bullhead and flew home through the slowly brightening sky.

---

Glynda Goodwitch was waiting for them on the landing pads, arms crossed and expression stern. "Mister Arc, as usual, you and Miss Rose's teams seem to think you're above the rules."

"Wha—But Miss Goodwitch—!"

"Detention. For the next month."

Ruby scowled.

"But we saved lives—!"

"Yes. You did. Which is why it's not for the rest of the term. Go! But… You get the next day off to sleep it off. So go."

Her glare didn't relent. The teams broke first, and trudged toward the dorms, grumbling. Pyrrha tried to stay optimistic. "It wasn't worse. That's something."

Jaune sighed heavily.

Even when I do something good it's not good enough… Geez…

Back at the dorms, Jaune headed straight for the shower—he was by far the dirtiest. He emerged later wrapped in towels, tossed his ruined clothes into the laundry, and wandered into the JNPR common area for a bottled water. He closed the fridge door and yelped—Yang was suddenly standing right there.

"Ah… uh… Heh. Hey," she said awkwardly.

"Oh, uh… Hey," Jaune managed.

"So… Um…"

Silence stretched for a moment. Yang took a breath.

"…Thanks… For… Saving my life," Yang finally managed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I… You're welcome."

"Just… Please don't sacrifice your life for me again… Okay? I…" She hesitated. "I'd… Be really broken up. You know? And Ruby… You're her best friend."

Jaune winced. His selfishness… He hadn't thought about that. What Ruby, or Yang, or Pyrrha, or his parents…

Geez… I didn't think at all, I just… Did it. Again.

"…I-I won't… I promise. Arc's word," he managed.

"Good." Yang smiled. Jaune smiled back.

She then leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Ah?!" Jaune startled.

Yang flushed but grinned.

"You know… More where that came from if you keep this up!"

Jaune gaped.

"H-Huh?"

She spun on her heel and headed out, a bit more quickly than she normally would. She shut the door behind her.

Jaune stood there blinking.

"…Girls," he mumbled. He shook his head, then headed back into the dorm. He glanced at his dirty armor and clothes in the laundry basket with a sigh. "I'll clean that up tomorrow…"

He checked on his team. Everyone was already asleep in their bunks, Pyrrha especially resting peacefully. Jaune smiled softly, pulled on boxers and a shirt, and climbed into his own bunk.

Sleep claimed him quickly…

And with it came the dream.

He was running across Beacon's campus, a gigantic black monster towering over the buildings in pursuit. It snatched him up, dragging him toward its empty maw. Suddenly, a gigantic metallic figure tackled the beast. Jaune dropped, scrambling to hide as the two fought. He peeked out.

The metallic figure resolved itself-It looked like a suit of armor, like the kind his father had worn. It had the Arc double rainbow on the front, and a long, flowing cupe cape. It punched the black creature, knocking it back into a building. Jaune grinned and shook his fist.

"Yeah! Get it! Take it down!"

The armor turned to them, reaching out to try and pick him up. It was gentle despite its great size… Then the black creature surged up and struck the armor from behind, sending it flying through a dormroom, smashing it into a cloud of dust and debris. The creature reached for him, and Jaune tried to run but its black claws wrapped around him and lifted him up.

"AH! NO! HELP ME!"

The armor rose and reached out, fast. Its fist grabbed onto Jaune and yanked him back, throwing another punch at the black creature. It took the hit… Then sprouted spider legs and fangs, biting into the armor. The armor began to rust rapidly, and fell back, staggering. Jaune watched it fall back in horror as it weakened…

And the black monster swung its fist and knocked the armor's helmet off. The being collapsed, falling back into the ruins of the dorms… Before falling silent and still.

"NO!" Jaune screamed. He looked up in horror at the monster. It lifted him up to its jaws and devoured him whole as he cried out-!

He woke, confused and tingly all over.

"What a nightmare… I thought I was going…" Jaune mumbled, blinking.

He was hanging upside down from a building in downtown Vale, clad in a skintight black suit. White lenses covered his eyes, and a bold white double rainbow symbol arched across his chest.

"…out of my mind?!"

 

[emileano154]

ok the goblin gave me another idea how many of you have seen Death Race? On Remnant Racers go between the kingdoms and established safe zones while raceing for first place while battling grim and each other up to 24 cars or whatever they want to drive at a time, activation gates for the on board weapons and tools to kill grim or slow down the other racers.

while the vital festival is once every four years there are four major death races every year with numorous smaller races around local kingdoms with the campions of the smaller ones being selected for the major races. The white fang has sponsored 6 racers and gets a cut of the major race winings, the SDC has sponsored 6 racers of their own to stop the white fang from the publicaity and funding this has only served to increase the level of violence and agression to the point the race officals allowed the two teams to have permant places in the major races. while some people have been protesting the Death race due to its violence and death of the racers the income from the betting and adversiters has been too much for the kingdoms to simply stop.

the Death Race has few major rules all violence has to be during the race if the racers have a fight off the track it could be grounds for being kicked. weapons and tools on the cars need to have remote kill switchs to prevent them from being stolen and used for crime. if you crash out there it could mean your death as the rescue teams can only follow for so long.

I think the Death Race could work on Remnant entertainment and liberial grim killing.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

ok the goblin gave me another idea how many of you have seen Death Race? On Remnant Racers go between the kingdoms and established safe zones while raceing for first place while battling grim and each other up to 24 cars or whatever they want to drive at a time, activation gates for the on board weapons and tools to kill grim or slow down the other racers.

while the vital festival is once every four years there are four major death races every year with numorous smaller races around local kingdoms with the campions of the smaller ones being selected for the major races. The white fang has sponsored 6 racers and gets a cut of the major race winings, the SDC has sponsored 6 racers of their own to stop the white fang from the publicaity and funding this has only served to increase the level of violence and agression to the point the race officals allowed the two teams to have permant places in the major races. while some people have been protesting the Death race due to its violence and death of the racers the income from the betting and adversiters has been too much for the kingdoms to simply stop.

the Death Race has few major rules all violence has to be during the race if the racers have a fight off the track it could be grounds for being kicked. weapons and tools on the cars need to have remote kill switchs to prevent them from being stolen and used for crime. if you crash out there it could mean your death as the rescue teams can only follow for so long.

I think the Death Race could work on Remnant entertainment and liberial grim killing.

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It would be a RWBY version of this:


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[emileano154]

yeah I see it now Redline would fit in more with rwby. I forgot completely about Redline

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Yang had slipped away from the team again, drawn back to Junior's club like a moth to a very shady flame. She needed answers about Raven—real ones, not the vague rumors and dead ends she'd been chasing. But this time, the brats at the door weren't the only ones waiting for her. A handful of Atlasian guard bots stood among Junior's thugs, their chassis gleaming under the dim lights, weapon mods glowing with clearly illegal upgrades. Someone had tipped them off.

Junior leaned against the bar, cigar clenched between his teeth, smirking like he'd already won. "Now… we gonna do this the nice way, Blondie? Or the hard way?"

Yang rolled her eyes, arms crossed. "Still a pervert, huh, Junior?"

His face darkened. "I did NOT know you were sixteen, you crazy bitch! And another thing—!"

The argument died in a crackle of electricity. Arrows punched through the windows, bursting into brilliant arcs of Electric Dust. The EMP wave hit like a hammer, plunging the club into darkness as every light and bot-powered weapon shorted out. Chaos erupted—shouts, stumbling bodies, the crash of overturned tables.

Yang didn't wait for an invitation. She vaulted forward, shoulder-checking a thug out of her way, and smashed through a side window in a spray of glass. Gunfire chased her into the night, muzzle flashes strobing behind her. More arrows thudded into the pavement at her heels, blooming into thick sheets of ice that turned the street into a skating rink and bought her precious seconds.

She hit the fire escape running, Ember Celica roaring to propel her upward in explosive bursts. Rooftop to rooftop, she parkoured across the district—leaping gaps, ricocheting off walls, boots skidding on gravel—until the shouts and gunfire faded behind her. Finally, she dropped onto the flat roof of an old banking building, chest heaving as she braced her hands on her knees.

"You know," a familiar voice said from the shadows, "I'm pretty sure your probation means you're not supposed to go out and pick fights with crime lords."

"GAH!" Yang spun, Ember Celica already barking a shotgun blast before her brain caught up.

The blast caught Jaune square in the chest and sent him flying backward, landing hard on his back with a pained grunt. "URK!"

"Ah—Vomit Boy!" Yang winced, holstering her gauntlets and hurrying over to haul him up by the arm. "Sorry! You're too damn stealthy for your own good, you know that?"

Jaune scowled as he found his feet, brushing dust off his hoodie. "Yeah… next time I'll wear a bell."

"On a collar?" Yang smirked despite herself. "Heh. Blake would call that racist."

He rolled his eyes. "Let her, if it keeps me from getting shot again."

"Yeah…" She rubbed the back of her neck, suddenly sheepish. "Hey, uh… thanks for the backup back there."

Jaune's scowl deepened. "Ruby asked me to look after you."

"That little—!"

"She's worried," he cut in, voice firm. "About you and Blake. You two keep running off on your own, no matter how dangerous it is or what it might cost everyone else."

"Hey, I can take care of myself—"

"Uh-huh. I saw."

Yang huffed, crossing her arms. "Hmph."

"She's your team leader," Jaune pressed, "and your little sister. Doesn't that mean anything?"

"I…" Yang's scowl faltered. She looked away, lilac eyes fixed on the distant city lights. "Why do you care so much, anyway? You've got your own team to worry about."

Jaune exhaled slowly. "Ruby's my best friend. And I like to think you and I are friends, too. So when she asks for help? I help. Even if it pisses you off. Even if it means we're… not friends anymore."

The words hung between them, heavy in the cold night air. They glared at each other for a long moment, neither willing to back down first. Finally, Yang sighed, the fight draining out of her shoulders.

"Yeah, well… you'd still be my friend, even if you pissed me off." She offered a small, lopsided smile. "So… thank you."

Jaune's expression softened. "Same." He pushed himself upright, brushing gravel from his palms. "Still… what are you even looking for out here?"

Yang hesitated, then let her arms drop. "Something important. Answers. About my mom."

"What kind of answers?"

"The simple stuff, I guess." Her voice was quieter now, almost lost in the wind. "Where she's been all these years. Why she left. That kind of thing."

Jaune studied her for a long moment. "…Do you think they'll be the answers you want?"

"I don't know." She shrugged, but the motion looked forced. "I just know I'm tired of having nothing. Maybe it's selfish. Maybe it's stupid. But it's what I want."

Jaune was quiet for a long time, gaze distant. Then he nodded, slow and deliberate. "I don't really understand it… but I get wanting something bad enough to chase it. Even when everyone else says you're being selfish."

"Oh?" Yang arched a brow, curiosity piqued. "You gonna tell me your story? I opened up, after all."

He huffed a small laugh. "Fair's fair, I guess. My mom wanted me to be a doctor—had my whole life planned out. She and Dad were legendary Hunters, but they refused to let me train. Said it was too dangerous. So my godfather taught me in secret. I got into Ambrose Pare—best medical school in Vale—and then… I ran away from home after a huge fight with Mom. Threw it all away to come here and fight Grimm instead."

Yang stared at him, then let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You gave up a cushy hospital gig and a top-tier degree… to get eaten by monsters for minimum wage?"

"…Pretty much."

She snorted, shaking her head. "Breaker, you're a complete idiot."

Jaune grinned, sheepish. "Heh. Guess I am. But like you said—even if it's selfish, it's what I'm going to do."

Yang's laughter faded into a softer smile. "…Yeah. I think I get that."

The tension between them eased, the night air feeling a little warmer. Yang's grin turned mischievous as she leaned in, voice dropping to a teasing purr. "So… just how close an eye are you keeping on us, anyway~? Watching us in the showers too?"

Jaune's face went scarlet. "Er—um—no! Of course not!"

"Heh! I bet you do." She winked. "Though honestly, seeing Weiss naked isn't much different from seeing her clothed."

"I wouldn't know!"

"Uh-huh, surrrre you don't~."

"If I was going to peep on anyone," he muttered, cheeks still burning, "it'd only be with her permission, thank you very much."

"Hmmm… good to know." Yang leaned closer, smirk widening. "You've got mine, stud~."

Jaune sputtered incoherently.

She giggled, delighted by how easily he flustered. "Aw, you're cute when you blush!"

"Impossible woman," he grumbled.

"That's the best kind!"

 

[Sift Green]

A post I just remembered I haven't brought over yet:

Seriously, at first I was confused about who Jaune was and who Sun was; they were almost identical blondes.

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Blake groaned as she pulled herself up out of the ruined crate. Then she relaxed into the pleasant aroma that was surrounding her. As she inhaled deeply she tried to piece together how she was where she was.

Looking straight up she could tell she was in a warehouse of some sort. And that... that made sense... She had caught wind of an illicit White Fang money making operation, so she and her friends had swung by to bust the scheme wide open. Now who was all... who was with her...?

Her team was with her... so was Team JNPR... and Team SSSN... that's right Team Sun. Sunny Sun-Sun Yum. She giggled.

She looked down and realized she was covered head to toe in some kind of dry and flakey... greenish-brown... stuff.

What kind of Stuff? She brought her arm closer to her face and gave it a good sniff. It smelled incredible. Like. Wow. She took another major sniff. Woah.

She licked it. Ack! It was supper dry! She worked her mouth for a moment to try and counteract the dryness.

On the plus side she now knew that the flakey stuff was dried leaves of some kind. But what kind of dried leaves? She should know this. Now that she was thinking about it she had smelled this smell before. It clung to people her Mama and Papa had told her to avoid... Why... Why did they want her to avoid them? It was because... Because...

"They were tripping out on the Nip!" Blake giggled with realization. "This is Nip! I'm covered with Nip!"

Blake's eyes then widened in horror; "I'm covered with Nip. I'M GOING TO HELL BEFORE I DIE!"

The next few moments saw Blake frantically flail about trying to get the dried leaves off of herself, successfully getting a lot of it down the back of her shirt and pants.

She stumbled to her feet with the realization that the sound of weapon fire in the distance had come to a stop, replaced with cheering that sounded a lot like Nora and Ruby.

The fight was over, she could ask her friends to give her a bubble math... A double raft... a rubble hath... a nice hour... a rice flour... an ice shower...

...Something that would get her clean that she could not remember the proper name of!

That's right. Her friends could get her clean.

Blake stumbled in the general direction of the celebratory noises Nora and Ruby were making and came into the warehouse's main throughway. Things were more or less what she expected. Scarlet, Sage and Neptune were tying up the aura-broken White Fang thugs while Pyrrha, Ren and Yang were on lookout just in case more thugs showed up. Nora and Ruby stopped their celebration, with Nora going to join Ren on lookout while Ruby walked up to Jaune Wukong and Sun Arc who were contacting...

Something wasn't right with that last thought.

The armored Wukong boy and the opened shirt Arc looked her way and both smiled in relief, calling out to her. The words sounded jumbled in Blake's ears.

"Oh no," Blake murmured. "I'm seeing double! Four Suns!"

She fell forward onto her face. She didn't bother trying to get up as her friends were soon on her trying to help.

She'd be fine. Especially with two of the Suns doting on her with worry.

Heh. Two Suns. Sunny Sun-Sun Yum.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

So, how is The Alien Suit? What did you guys think about it?

It's based on some old ideas I had for a Spider-Man reboot, where the spider is infected by the Venom symbiote and when it bites Peter Parker, the symbiote actually gives Peter his powers and the symbiote proper. He still becomes Spider-Man after losing Uncle Ben, but when the symbiote drives him crazy he gets rid of it and creates his own suit and webshooters.

 

[digcat]

So, how is The Alien Suit? What did you guys think about it?

It's based on some old ideas I had for a Spider-Man reboot, where the spider is infected by the Venom symbiote and when it bites Peter Parker, the symbiote actually gives Peter his powers and the symbiote proper. He still becomes Spider-Man after losing Uncle Ben, but when the symbiote drives him crazy he gets rid of it and creates his own suit and webshooters.

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I'm interested to see where you take it.

 

[Sliverhero]

So, how is The Alien Suit? What did you guys think about it?

It's based on some old ideas I had for a Spider-Man reboot, where the spider is infected by the Venom symbiote and when it bites Peter Parker, the symbiote actually gives Peter his powers and the symbiote proper. He still becomes Spider-Man after losing Uncle Ben, but when the symbiote drives him crazy he gets rid of it and creates his own suit and webshooters.

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Liked how you did the reference for the 90s cartoon for the dream sequence

 

[GraveyardShift]

What we wish the Battle for Atlas would have been instead of some lame 17th century musket volley line.

Because people keep telling me Remnant wields 22nd century weapons tech.


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