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         truthfully, it’s taken and will continue to take a few weeks to ever grow accustomed to this new place. even with the presence of most of her teammates, this could never become a home. despite having traveled to beacon from patch and finding a second home there, this place… ruby’s not sure what to make of it. people seemed friendly at first but… it just, everything was too different for her liking. confusion is all that muddles her mind, and she’s not doubt not the ONLY one. 

         in the cookie isle of one of the local mini marts, ruby rose was trying her best to make a grim situation better. and what else better to replace a miserable longing to see her friends again and continue on their arduous mission to atlas? nothing, it had to be cookies. chewy, chunky, fudge and chocolate chip – her body sways just thinking about the flavors and textures in her mouth. she almost wanted to rip open the packages to eat them right here and right now. but a huntress had to learn to control herself; she should save it for when the crumbs could fall onto a safe cape on her lap – when she was in the comfort of her new room. 

         with the most innocent grin plastered on her features, she almost doesn’t recognize the person down the isle. a tall blonde donning his favorite pumpkin pete hoodie! ❛ jaune! jaune !! ❜ shifting the boxes upon boxes of cookies into one arm, she waves vigorously at the other. perhaps her yelling wasn’t loud enough or something, but – eyeing the shopping cart in front of her, she quickly dumps all the boxes inside. oh no.. oh yes! cold hands grip tightly on the handle of the cart as a boot pulls backwards, revving up the temporary vehicle. a smirk flashes before she kicks off, hopping onto the bottom ledge of the cart, sending her soaring full speed towards the other. 

         ❛ heads uuuupp !!!! ❜ / @croceaxmors

Despite being, well, for lack of a better word, trapped in a strange city, things honestly don’t seem all that bad. Sure, the circumstances aren’t amazing, but things can certainly be much worse. After all, it seems as though more and more of his friends are showing up, even Pyrrha. And then there are people he’s not so excited to see either. But, in spite of everything, at least he’s given free shelter and has easy access to anything he needs to live a...normal life, or as normal as it can get in a place like this. Though a normal life isn’t really something’s he’s ever experienced for himself.

His stomach rumbles rather loudly as he quickly finds himself in the closest mini mart he can get to. I guess it has been a while since I’ve eaten, may as well try and pick something up. He knows that he should probably try and eat something healthy, and he does intend to, but his train of thought is interrupted when he finds the aisle packed with sweets as far as the eye can see. It’s so incredibly tempting... Chocolate, gummies, cookies, licorice, pretty much any kind of thing he can think of, it’s here. 

“Maybe just one little chocolate bar...” he quietly says to himself as he’s about to reach for the chocolate bar. However, before he does, he finds himself interrupted once more, this time by a voice he’s honestly been hoping to hear again. He lifts his head as his eyes glimmer with warmness at the sight of his friend. On one hand, it’s sad that she’s stuck here too, but on another, he’s overjoyed to see one of his closest friends.

“R-Ruby? Hey! I’m really glad to see--” he shouts at her, immediately becoming aware of his friend coming at him with such intense speed, mounted on a shopping cart. His eyes grow wide with terror as adrenaline immediately takes over his body, letting him just barely get out of the way of the speeding metal death cart.

Huffing and puffing for a moment, he dusts himself off for a moment before collecting himself and quickly rising to his feet. “I really wanna say that I’m shocked you nearly ran me over with a shopping cart, but I’d be lying if I did. Just uh, try not to kill me again, please?” he pleads teasingly before walking up to the red hooded girl before pulling her in for a hug. “I’m really happy you’re here.”

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       NOW REALLY ISN’T THE TIME to be messing around, he knows. he shouldn’t be so laidback at a time like this, certainly not to the extent that he can play games, but it was difficult to pass up the opportunity when he stumbled upon the arcade in his district with nothing better to do. it’s not that he isn’t taking his situation seriously, but that there’s nothing that can be done presently. information gathering is a bust and he has no means of leaving the city – especially until he can guarantee that should he face anything abnormal, he could take it on. it’s better to stay cautious until he learned what it was he was up against. even mercury black knows when to not pick a fight.

on the contrary, it also means he knows exactly when to pick a fight – when it would be fun for him.

he’s on a winning streak, and growing bored of this particular game. he tears his eyes away from the screen, lifts himself up, and readies to move onto the next, when he spots something – or rather someone, very interesting across the street, clad in a familiar hoodie, but he can’t be sure it’s him. the blond was such an average looking person that he could easily be mistaking someone else for him, but he just has to check.

he’s walking out of the arcade before he knows it, squinting as the sunlight meets his eyes, but upon further inspection, he can absolutely confirm that it is that same kid from beacon. he can’t remember his name, but he remembers that dopey looking face, how eagerly he had charged into battle – and the armor on his shield belonging to a certain miss ‘invincible.’

he can’t resist tailing him until they’re in a more secluded area, a far more desolate street away from the prying eyes of bystanders. if this guy was still as angry as he remembers him being with cinder, he imagines he’ll want to exact revenge on him too.

❝ y’know, i almost didn’t recognize you. you’re kinda the plain one of your group, aren’t you? you should do something to make yourself stand out.

             speaking of not standing out, what was your name again? josh or something, right? sorry, can’t remember for the life of me. ❞

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The thought of being trapped here in Koi for what seems to be an indefinite amount of time doesn’t exactly thrill the blonde, but if he doesn’t have a choice, then what’s the point of moping about it? While he’s here, he may as well use the most of his time, whether that be meeting new people, uniting with old friends, or training, despite the fact that his sword was taken away from upon arrival. He certainly feels lesser without Crocea Mors, but it’s not to say he’s completely helpless without it. For the past several months, he’s been working on building at least a little bit of muscles, and improving his hand to hand combat. Considering the circumstances, it certainly doesn’t hurt to be up to date.

Deciding to just take a breather for the day, maybe walk around the city a little bit more to a little more familiar with his surroundings, one of the first places he stumbles upon in his mini journey so to speak, is a small arcade. He takes a moment, pondering if playing video games right now would really be a good idea when he’s supposed to be familiarizing himself with the city. Technically playing these arcade games would be familiarizing himself with something, but he decides to push that thought aside for now. As he’s about to walk away, he quickly finds himself being approached by a young man with gray hair, and it only takes him a second to recognize him. One of Cinder’s goons.

In the past, Jaune would be quick to anger, but he takes a deep breath, and blinks a few times before looking directly into the eyes of the familiar face. 

“It’s Jaune, actually.” he begins, standing up right, beaming with confidence, ignoring his snarky remarks about being plain. Jaune never particularly gives too much of a thought about standing out, feeling it’s unnecessary. “And you’re...Mercury was it? You’re one of Cinder’s goons, am I right? Gotta say, it’s kind of refreshing seeing you on your own this time.”

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        as if getting sucked into an entirely different world with NO knowledge on how to get home and incredibly limited knowledge on her new residence wasn’t enough, weiss finds herself having a very unlucky, bad day. to kick things off, her coffee machine broke down ─ she isn’t sure why as it’s still very new and she hasn’t misused it. weiss makes a strong mental note to purchase from another company in the future. not quite wanting to make the trek to get an entirely new coffee machine, weiss simply walks to a nearby cafe, where yet another disappointment strikes. she’s able to get her coffee, but the cafe is packed and there’s no way she’s finding a seat to enjoy her drink. feeling a bit frazzled, weiss simply leaves, hoping to find somewhere nearby to sit and enjoy her coffee.

just when she thinks the day will get a bit better, it gets even worse. she discovers a nearby park with little occupants in sight ─ probably they’re all at the cafe ─ and decides that finding a bench to sit on will suffice. she would have never thought a gate into the park, of all things, would be her downfall. even the most graceful of people have their moments. the belt of weiss’s new coat snags on the gate’s hinge, causing a domino effect of unfortunate events. 

firstly, the gate shuts behind her, pulling her back and snagging her jacket shut in it. then, due to the sudden jerking that she wasn’t prepared for, weiss’s coffee spills down the front of her coat. thankfully, the hot liquid doesn’t breach through and scald her skin, but her coat’s definitely a goner. finally, the awkward angle makes it incredibly difficult for weiss to turn and open the gate back up to free herself, lest she want to tear her coat. due to frustration, she’s about ready to summon a creature to help free her when the worst possible thing happens.

footsteps.

she can already feel her face heating up in embarrassment. she gnaws her lower lip before peering over her shoulder, ready to profusely apologize for her state and plead for the passerby to forget everything they’ve seen here this morning. once she does, though, things change. weiss blinks, almost doubtful of who she sees. huh, it’s the first time today something good has happened. despite her awful situation, she’s… happy to see him. 

“ … jaune? ”

Just what kind of place is this? Surely wherever he’s found himself, it’s nothing he’s ever heard of in Remnant, so maybe it’s some kind of different world? Different universe? Whatever the case, it doesn’t really matter all that much, for as far as he’s able to tell, he, along with everyone else living here is pretty much stuck. At least for now. While he’s here, he may as well try and get well acquainted with the city since it doesn’t appear there’s much else to do. 

As of now, he’s already been to the popular cafe on his first day, but since then, he's mostly just hung out in his room, doing a lot of thinking. Back in Remnant, he and his friends had been on a mission to more or less save the world, and now that he’s no longer there, with the possibility of his friends not being there as well, who would carry on? Is time still moving in his home world? It’s impossible as far as he knows to come to a solid conclusion, and really, thinking about all of this seems rather useless if there’s no way out.

Deciding to get some fresh air, Jaune quickly finds himself in a nice little park that seems quiet enough, a good enough place to just relax and enjoy the outdoors for a bit. However, before he’s able to find himself a park bench to sit on for a while, he immediately sees an all too familiar sight. ...Weiss? So she’s here too...? It really makes him wonder just who else he knows is lurking here somewhere.

Seeing she’s in distress, he immediately runs over to her and stops dead in his tracks for a moment as he takes a second to see what kind of trouble she’s in. Apparently, she’s somehow got herself caught in the gate, with a very noticeable coffee stain on her jacket. How bizarre it feels to see someone as proper as Weiss be in such a pickle, so to speak.

Jaune stifles a laugh before raising his brows in surprise. “Weiss...? I gotta say, you being clumsy like this? Never thought I’d see the day. But anyway, let me help you.” he replies, a small smile on his face as he opens the gate to free her jacket before shutting the gate again. “There. Unfortunately, I don’t think there’s much we can do about your jacket, but... You didn’t get burned, did you?” he pauses for a moment, placing his hand on her shoulder. “It’s good to see you, though. Didn’t think I’d meet anyone else I know.”

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so i’ve been here for like almost a week now a think and i just realized i forgot to introduce myself

hi i go by patty and this is my first time rping jaune (i’ve rped ren a few times in the past because he is my son) but i’m super excited to do Things with vomit boy!!

i’ll probably throw out a starter call...soon, so look out for that, but in the meantime, i’m excited to be here!!

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forever fall ;;

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          Waking up had been disorienting to say the least. That first breath felt like she’d just broken water’s surface after being under for a long time; it was simultaneously relieving and distressing. On first instinct, she wanted to bolt up but the bed beneath her was plush and warm and in no way threatening. Sinking back into the pillow, Pyrrha’s emerald stare focused on the ceiling and on the way the light filtered in through the window as she attempted to piece things together.

     Where was she? 

               How had she gotten here? 

                           How had she survived?

     The last thing she remembered, she’d been completely at Cinder’s mercy. “Ah, right.” Her hand lifted to her chest; there was no mistaking the ache. But perhaps someone had stopped Cinder in the nick of time and she’d been transported to a hospital. Or perhaps this was her afterlife. Whatever the case, she hadn’t gotten any answers cooped up in the apartment. The minute she had stepped out of the apartment, she’d understood that she was no where that she knew. Maybe this was the afterlife, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. 

     Koi seemed pleasant enough. She’d decided such after the first day. Slowly, a week went by and she’d familiarized herself with her immediate area – there was still much of Koi that she’d yet to see. Though, she had found that walking too much at a time proved to be difficult. Thus, she had to take frequent breaks. As if that wasn’t frustrating enough, she found herself without her semblance and without Milo and Akouo. She felt at less than peak performance. 

     It was with a sigh that headed toward the Sunflower Cafe. She’d heard nothing but good things about their coffee, and while she wasn’t a frequent coffee drinker, she enjoyed a cup every once and a while. The barista greeted her with a smile, and made small talk as she placed her order. A cappuccino and a blueberry muffin. Though the muffin was made and ready to go, the cappuccino would take a minute, and the barista suggested she take a table and wait for her drink. With another pleasant smile, Pyrrha made her way out onto the veranda and took a seat by the railing overlooking the canal.

     She’d only been sitting for a couple of minutes before the barista brought out her drink with that friendly smile and an apology for the wait. Pyrrha couldn’t help but laugh softly as she waved her hand dismissively. “Not at all, please don’t worry about it.”

     With a nod, the barista excused themselves.

     The sound of a cup shattering drew her attention away from her drink. Pyrrha turned in her seat, and immediately her eyes went wide. There was absolutely no way this was the afterlife if he was here. She refused to believe that her friend might have met the same fate as she had. She was on her feet in a second. 

     “Jaune,” she tried, brows furrowing in concern as tears continue to spill onto his cheeks. Her hand found a place on his arm and she gently guided him to where she’d just been sitting. “Jaune, please calm down– breathe. It’s okay. It’s okay,” it hurt seeing her friend this way. Though, she understood because if their rolls had been reversed she’d be in the same condition. “There’s no need for you to apologize. I was only doing what I had to do.” I had do what I could to keep you all safe. “It’s alright.”

This is real. It’s really happening. He knows under normal circumstances, there’s no way that she should be able to be here, knowing what he does about Cinder took her life away with not a single ounce of regret, and as he could see, she seemed proud of killing for the sake of it. It’s something that he vows that he won’t let her live to regret her decision, if for some reason that ever becomes a possibility. Every time he thinks about Cinder, a ferocious storm of rage swells up inside of him, but for now, he’s able to stave off that anger, as he’s now face to face with someone he thought for sure he had lost for good.

Overcome with so much emotion, he’s not entirely sure how to process it all at once. He’s overjoyed to be able to see her, to be able to talk with her again, but at the same time, he feels so much shame, so much guilt, as though the weight of the world is crashing down on him.

“But...it’s not okay. I should have been able to help you. I’m sorry for being so weak. And Cinder... I think she’s still out there somewhere, and I swear, I will make her pay for what she did to you if it’s the last thing I do.” he responds, his hand clenched into a fist, shaking with anger. However, after a few seconds, he manages to calm himself down a little bit, with the help of Pyrrha’s soothing voice, he takes several deep breaths before continuing on.

“I’m...not sure how you’re here, and honestly, I’m not sure how I’m here, but right now, that doesn’t really matter. It’s been almost two years since the fall of Beacon, but I can promise you that I didn’t waste any time since then.” he continues, feeling more and more confident as he progresses. “I think...I think I’ve made a lot of progress since then. So much has happened since then. Ren, Nora, Ruby and I went to Anima, to Haven Academy, to Argus even, and... Oh! I even unlocked my semblance! It turns out that I can use my aura to amplify someone else’s...I can make their semblances stronger!” he exclaims, his meager expression now turned into a much brighter smile. 

“I know you once told me I had a lot of aura, so I’m glad I get to use it for something useful now...” he says, a bashful look on his face as he rubs the back of his head before collecting himself once more. “Anyway I guess I’m rambling but...being able to see you again, it means the world to me, Pyrrha.”

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forever fall ;;

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What...what’s happening? Where am I? How did I get here? Just a few of the questions he asks himself upon waking up. He hasn’t felt so groggy in quite a long time, like he’s just woken up from the longest, deepest sleep of his life. Regardless of how tired his body feels, it gives him the signal to know he needs to get up. He has to find some answers about all of his aforementioned questions. Starting with what kind of place is this he’s in?

Looking around the room, it seems decently directed, nothing too special. A large enough room, a comfortable enough bed. Is this some kind of Atlas facility he’s found himself in? One of the last things that’s clear in his memory is arriving in Atlas in their admittedly stolen ship from Argus, albeit with the “blessing” so to speak of Cordovin. However, after that, everything kind of feels blank. Upon awaking, he’s here, in this strange room. Curious to see if it truly is some kind of house in Atlas, Jaune quickly gets to his feet and walks to the window in the room, taking a look outside. As he took a peak, just one look was all he needed to see is that this definitely isn’t Atlas. Atlas has always had a harshly cold climate, but this place is nothing of the sort. It appears to be summertime in this place. But can it still be somewhere in Remnant?

“Ren...? Nora...?” he instinctively calls out for his teammates, hoping for a response, but to his dismay, he garners no response. “Ruby? Blake? Weiss? Yang? Oscar? Qrow? Miss Calavera...?” Yet again, nothing but silence as he calls out for everyone he traveled with to get to Atlas. It seems as though he’s all alone in this little apartment. But one thing’s for sure, staying in here will find him no answers. Time for some fresh air.

After exiting the building and looking around a bit, one of the first things that comes into his view is a little building that reads “Sunflower Cafe”. If anything, maybe a nice, warm cup of coffee would be a nice way to wake himself up a little bit, as his body still feels tired from...whatever it is that brought him to this place. He’s never been the biggest coffee drinker, that title certainly falls in the lap of Nora, but he figures the caffeine can do him so good, and maybe there he’ll be able to ask someone the many questions he has swirling around in his head.

Upon entering, the anxiousness of being in a strange city...or even strange world for all he knows, eases a little bit as something about the atmosphere of the cafe feels so warm and welcoming. Luckily, there doesn’t appear to be much of a lineup, and within a minute or two, he has a piping hot cup of coffee in his hand, milk and two sugars, just the way he likes it. With coffee in hand, he decides he’ll drink his coffee on the veranda, and quickly makes his way there.

Before he even begins to look around for a seat he likes, he takes a quick sip of his coffee, impressed with just how good it is. “Man, I didn’t know anyone could make coffee this good. Nora would definitely love this place. At least that’s one good thing about this whole place so far.” he mumbles to himself, looking up now to try and find a seat.

As he begins slowly walking, one of the first things that catches his eye is long red hair in a ponytail, wearing an outfit all too familiar to him. Immediately, Jaune’s eyes widen in pure shock. He can feel his grip on his coffee cup quickly slipping, and within a split second, the cup falls to the ground, splattering coffee all over. But that doesn’t even matter. Can that...is it really her? Surely he must be dreaming, right? He rubs his eyes a few times, and then pinches himself to make sure it’s not a dream. Sure enough, it appears to be reality.

His hand is now visibly shaking, but still, he manages to make his way over to her, barely able to even form words. “P--Pyrrha. It...it can’t be. You’re...really here?” he manages to say, immediately feeling tears start to stream down his cheek. “How...?” he’s choking on his words now, but still tries his hardest to push on. “Pyrrha, I... I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

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