Tall, Blond, and Scraggly

The name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it. || World of Remnant RP Affiliated Jaune Arc

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Fast Times at Beacon Academy || WORRP Open

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drunkscythmaster:

sentin50boxtops:

Okay, yes, to be fair, playing with Ozpin’s cane while Oscar was napping had probably been a terrible decision. But it’s not like Jaune had expected a magical vortex of doom to be the defense mechanism. Maybe a little electric jolt, like Nora’s hammer.

Okay, and to be fair, he had survived. He definitely wasn’t in a magical Vortex of doom, and he wasn’t dead. He thought he was back at Beacon, except something seemed really weird about it. Jaune rubbed the back of his head as he clambered to his feet, counting the small blessings he hadn’t disarmed or changed into his pajamas yet.

Vytal Festival? He noticed the poster, and it occurred to him the campus was way more in tact and way less infested with Grimm. He shook his head and sprinted over, only to stare in shock and slap his hands over his face.

“Vytal Festival Number Forty Nine?” That couldn’t be right. Nope. It had been seventy four. Hadn’t it?

“Scuse me-scuse me-” He sprinted, looking for someone who looked like an adult, or at least, more responsible. “Has anyone seen Professor Oobleck, Peach, or Port?”

Hell, he’d have settled for Ruby’s uncle, at that point.

“This is such bullshit,” Qrow muttered under his breath as he and Raven walked through the halls.

“Not much of a surprise. These people pretend to be so civilised with their war games while they ignore everything else,” his sister agreed. They were avoiding their current teammates while they tried to figure out how to convince Summer and Tai that they should be entered into pairs, and then which of them would end up in the finals. It would be such an easy win, all the teams so far had been pathetic at best, rank amateurs who didn’t know how to fight for their lives.

Jaune spotted Raven first. He didn’t get a good look at her persay, but at that age, the then young woman looked a lot like someone she knew.

“Hey, something is seriously topsy turvy,” He began as he stumbled forward, gasping for breath, “Starting with you-you dyed your hair?! And changed your color scheme?” Jaune gestured at Raven in his confusion. “-Yang do you have any idea what’s going on because I am really confused right now-word to the wise, nobody play with Ozpin’s cane, it is a really bad idea.”

He paused, finally seeing Qrow through the corner of his eye, and squinting really hard. “...you look a lot like someone I know oh my god you’re not Yang.” Jaune clapped his hands together on his face to gape.

“They have cousins! It makes perfect sense that Qrow would have children we just haven’t met. Granted, I’m surprised Ruby never mentioned them, unless she doesn’t know about them…”

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Fast Times at Beacon Academy || WORRP Open

Okay, yes, to be fair, playing with Ozpin’s cane while Oscar was napping had probably been a terrible decision. But it’s not like Jaune had expected a magical vortex of doom to be the defense mechanism. Maybe a little electric jolt, like Nora’s hammer. Okay, and to be fair, he had survived. He definitely wasn’t in a magical Vortex of doom, and he wasn’t dead. He thought he was back at Beacon, except something seemed really weird about it. Jaune rubbed the back of his head as he clambered to his feet, counting the small blessings he hadn’t disarmed or changed into his pajamas yet. Vytal Festival? He noticed the poster, and it occurred to him the campus was way more in tact and way less infested with Grimm. He shook his head and sprinted over, only to stare in shock and slap his hands over his face. “Vytal Festival Number Forty Nine?” That couldn’t be right. Nope. It had been seventy four. Hadn’t it? “Scuse me-scuse me-” He sprinted, looking for someone who looked like an adult, or at least, more responsible. “Has anyone seen Professor Oobleck, Peach, or Port?” Hell, he’d have settled for Ruby’s uncle, at that point.

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Two Boys, a Cabin, and a Curse

@silver-butcher

Dinner hadn’t been fancy, but Jaune had enjoyed the basic non perishables shared with Mercury. He’d probably packed enough food for a week, in truth, even if it wasn’t the most nutritious in the world. He’d done most of the talking over the meal, but he’d coaxed Mercury to speak a bit, even if just to make fun of him. For some reason it didn’t bother Jaune when Mercury did it-like it was how the silver haired exchange student showed affection.

During their earlier cleaning, Jaune had found the old marble notebook wedged under the door in the back of one of the rooms. He hadn’t been able to unlock the door, which was worrisome-especially as the other room didn’t have an extra door. Jaune had elected to sleep in the other room with the two twin beds, and Mercury got the room with the locked closet (assumedly) and the larger bed.

The journal entries were about a professor, and Jaune had wondered if it had been the teacher in Beacon who’d gone missing. It seemed he’d been compelled to come there after having a series of vivid dreams about the house he couldn’t remember-and then finding photos.

“Anna,” Jaune repeated the name as he flipped the page. It was scribbled next to the face of a woman. She was beautiful, he supposed, but she looked melancholy at best, if not heartbroken. It reminded him of Pyrrha, when she thought no one was looking.

The thought was ended when he thought he saw teardrops forming on the page. Jaune squinted as another fell, and he tensed before looking up.

That was when he bolted out of the room in his footy pajamas screaming and knocking on the other door down the hall in a frenzy.

“Merc-Mercury! Please let me in there’s-something in my room!”

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A Much Needed Talk

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mybellanotte:

Jaune’s words were a familiar sentiment, a thought that ran itself through Blake’s mind constantly whenever her friends made it known they wanted to be around her for her, despite everything else. Despite being a faunus, despite her less than clean past. They wanted to be her friend for who she was.

“…I feel the same way. When I first came here, it was to escape. I don’t know, I suppose I thought I could keep hiding who I was for four years, and I didn’t expect to grow close to anybody, or make friends.” But all that changed. Did she dare to think of her team as her family? Would it really be alright to call them that? 

Blake was still unsure, but the more she thought about it, the more right it felt. Even if she wasn’t ready to admit it.

“Sometimes I find myself thinking I don’t deserve them,” she found herself saying. “But then I know they’d get upset at me if I mentioned that.”

“I know exactly what you mean, Blake.” Jaune chuckled as he listened to her words. “I-I decided I wanted to prove myself. And I really don’t feel like I deserve my team. Any of them. Pyrrha has the patience of a saint. Nora will break a person’s legs for you. And Ren is-he’s like the brother I never knew I needed.” He beamed, and maybe he bounced on his feat a little. “I-think we’ve been quite serious enough for one day. Wanna grab a coffee, tea, or froyo,” Jaune grinned at her, “Pal?”

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A Much Needed Talk

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mybellanotte:

“But you will.” Blake turned to look at Jaune. There was no room for doubt in her gaze. “Ruby is special. I can see her achieving things that most people will never be able to do. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have your own strengths. Your team believes in you, don’t they?” Team JNPR seemed to be growing just as tight-knit as her own.

She returned the smile. Now that she told Jaune the truth about her Faunus heritage, somehow the thought of telling the rest of his team felt like it might not be as hard after all. She glanced down at the ribbon in her hands. “I’ll tell you one day.”

 Blake sighed, then lifted her head once more to meet Jaune’s eyes, her own filled with immense relief. “Thank you. For listening. For being a good friend.”

“I am what I am.”

Jaune smiled brightly, because he was trying to learn how to trust people as well. His family had been easy, he’d grown up with them. The outside was getting complicated.

He suspected, by then, that members of the faculty had figured him out. One had all but said it. And instead of kicking him out, he was still at the academy.

And it seemed like he might have terrified Cardin in Forever Fall, so he wasn’t worried about him ratting him out.

Now? Now he was learning how to trust his new friends.

“You’re not wrong,” Jaune laughed warmly, “My team. They’re like family to me.” He acknowledged with a nod, turning to Blake, “I mean I don’t know how I got so lucky as to make all these fantastic friendships here.”

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Angel Season Two Sentence Starters

❛ It’s been a long time. I’d love to see that boy. ❜

❛ You can’t see everything. You’re just a vampire, like everyone else – that didn’t come out right. ❜

❛ Oh, lord, will no one shut me up? ❜

❛ The road to redemption is a rocky path. ❜

❛ It’s not that vampires don’t photograph, it’s just that they don’t photograph well. ❜

❛ I’ve been accused of a great many things in my time, but paranoid has never been one of them. Unless people have been saying it behind my back. ❜

❛ I still can’t believe you’re here. I mean…I killed you. ❜

❛ Sort of missing the whole ‘creature of the night’ angle, isn’t he? ❜

❛ You need some serious saving. Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me. ❜

❛ All you little worker bees, plotting your little schemes. ❜

❛ Our discussions tend to go about three minutes, then it’s strictly name calling and hair pulling. ❜

❛ Do you know how hard it is to think with a rebar through your torso? ❜

❛ The time I’ve lived, I’ve seen some horrors, scary behavior, and a couple of fashion trends I constantly pray to forget. But I see people try. I see them try to be better. ❜

❛ Just shut up! One more excuse from you and I am gong to bury you alive, next to my house so I can hear you screaming. ❜

❛ Top of the middle of the day to you too. ❜

❛ Some people just shouldn’t have money. ❜

❛ Killing is so merciful in the end, isn’t it? The pain is ended. ❜

❛ Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they had a hundred and fifty years to get it right. ❜

❛ God, I could eat his eyeballs. ❜

❛ You’re fun for a human. ❜

❛ You don’t learn that kind of darkness, it’s innate. It was in you before we ever met. ❜

❛ There’s gonna be a lot of trouble, and I say: bring it on. ❜

❛ You see, no matter how good a boy you are, God doesn’t want you! But I still do. ❜

❛ What? That’s the plan? Walking real quick was the plan? ❜

❛ Vampire living in a city known for it’s sun, driving a convertible. Why do you hate yourself? ❜

❛ Oh, no, I can’t do anything fun tonight. I have to count my past sins, then alphabetize them. Oh, by the way, I’m thinking of snapping on Friday. ❜

❛ Life’s too short. Believe me, I know. Four hundred years, and still too short. ❜

❛ Is that was you think? You did me a favor? You damned me. ❜

❛ God never did anything for you, but I will. ❜

❛ Tell the truth, whose face do you want to look at for all eternity, his or mine? ❜

❛ My soul is well past saving. Let the devil take me if he’ll have me. It doesn’t matter, either way, I die. ❜

❛ You can bet if someone ordered a male body part for religious sacrifice, the world would be atheist ❜ –  *snaps*  – ❛ like that! ❜

❛ You know, just because we had a thing for a hundred and fifty years, don’t presume you know me! ❜

❛ We’re about a month and what…four hundred years too late? ❜

❛I don’t care. I don’t wanna die. ❜

❛ I truly am sorry. The fact of the matter is, there is nothing I can do. ❜

❛ I felt it. I felt how you care, the way no one’s ever cared before. Not for me. ❜

❛ I’m not gonna leave you. Every moment you have left, I’m gonna be by your side. You never have to be alone again. ❜

❛ I only got half the story, half of it didn’t make sense. ❜

❛ Somehow that weirds me out more than the whole blood-sucking thing. ❜

❛ You have to change the way you’ve been doing things. Don’t you see where this is taking you? ❜

❛ I believe you said something about…a massacre. ❜

❛ My ass is not pansy! ❜

❛ Well, I for one, would just like to point out the patheticness that is us. ❜

❛ Vampires. Sloth demons. You know what’s really, really evil? Tequila. ❜

❛ Can’t a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved? ❜

❛ You miss him, like a heartbeat. ❜

❛ Let them fight the good fight. Someone has to fight the war. ❜

❛ I asked you for a favor, and you’re avoiding me. That’s impolite. ❜

❛ Hey, guy I ran over. ❜

❛ Hey, girl who ran over me. ❜

❛ It’s like a song. Now, I can hold a note for a long time, but eventually, that’s just noise. It’s the change we’re listening for. The note coming after and the one after that. That’s what makes it music. ❜

❛ Man, you just get darker and darker, and the weird thing is – your aura? Beige. ❜

❛ Don’t try and tell us there’s nowhere to go but up, because the truth is, there’s always more down. ❜

❛ Tell the truth. If the world were to end tonight, would it really, in your heart of hearts, be such a terrible thing? ❜

❛ Seventeen karaoke bars. You know, I need to lie down and scrub out the inside of my head. ❜

❛ You walked away. Do us a favor and just stay away. ❜

❛ You don’t make that funny expression when I knock. Or, if you do, I don’t see it. ❜

❛ I never had to look so hard to find trouble before. ❜

❛ It’s L.A. The evil’s probably just tied up in traffic, or something. ❜

❛ The world doesn’t work in spite of evil. It works with us. It works because of us. ❜

❛ If there wasn’t evil in every single one of those people out there, why, they wouldn’t be people. ❜

❛ I don’t even know what you are anymore. ❜

❛ It doesn’t matter. None of it matters. ❜

❛ Get dressed and get out, because the next time I see you, I will have to kill you. ❜

❛ You saved me. I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same for you. ❜

❛ If there’s no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do. ❜

❛ I fought for so long, for redemption, for a reward, and finally just to beat the other guy. ❜

❛ If there’s no bigger meaning, then the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world. ❜

❛ It sounds like you’ve had an epiphany. ❜

❛ I think maybe we’re not alone in this. ❜

❛ You think you’re the first guy who ever rolled over, saw what was laying next to him, and went 'gueeyah!’. You’re not. Believe me. ❜

❛ You’d have known that, if you hadn’t had your head firmly up your…place that isn’t on top of your neck. ❜

❛ Someone put a stake through that woman’s bloody heart if she persists in popping her bloody chewing gum! ❜

❛ Just so we understand each other – you and I? We’re not friends. ❜

❛ Man, atonement’s a bitch. ❜

❛ Now we’re saving a vampire from vampires?  ❜

❛ I got two words for that: nuh and uh! ❜

❛ Stop it, evil hand, stop it! ❜

❛ You are really gross. You know that? ❜

❛ I mean, walking I get, but power walking? Why not just run for a shorter time? Weird. ❜

❛ Do you want me to rip that guys head off for you? Because you know, I can. Really. I can just actually rip his head right of his body. ❜

❛ Everybody on board. Guilt trip leaving this station. ❜

❛ Home sweet hell. ❜

❛ Can everybody just notice how much fire I’m not on? ❜

❛ I’ll take the twenty on the left, you take the fifty on the right. ❜

❛ Lawyers. Don’t you people sleep during the day. ❜

❛ Oh, am I glad to see you – and so much less dead than I expected. ❜

❛ Handsome man, saved me from the monsters. ❜

❛ Bad things always happen here. ❜

❛ A prophecy. Great. Because those always go well. ❜

❛ You want me to talk to my family? On purpose? ❜

❛ Why do people keep putting me in charge of things? ❜

❛ I got a plan. We die horribly and painfully, you go to Hell, and I spend eternity in the arms of baby Jesus. ❜

❛ I’ve been trying to make an enchilada out of tree bark. ❜

❛ Ooo, why did you add that coward thing? That’s really gonna piss him off. ❜

❛ You’re looking at social confusion, economic depression, and probably some riots. Good luck. ❜

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Long Overdue || theloneliestsnowflake

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theloneliestsnowflake:

Giggling at his attempt at cheering her up, it clearly having worked, Weiss smiled brightly at Jaune, her spirit lifted. “Yes Jaune… We do ‘rock’… Plus, we have grown immensely in the short time we’ve been at Beacon… You’re a much more capable fighter, a brilliant tactician, and more switched on than you were before starting…”

Weiss paused, taking a moment to collect her thoughts, knowing Jaune already knew, but wanting to say them herself anyway. “And I’ve changed as well… I used to berate anyone who didn’t match my predefined standard, and admittedly, I snapped at a lot of people… Then I became partners with Ruby… And she opened my eyes, and my heart, to the life I deserved, not the one I had…”

Jaune listened quietly for a moment, and then he nodded quietly. “I-don’t know much about your life before Beacon. Eventually someone pointed out your family controls most of the Dust in Remnant. Which I know a lot of people think leads to a cushy life-but uh, I can’t think that way.”

Jaune kicked a little bit of dirt with his foot and sighed. “I mean by that logic my family shouldn’t be happy. But we are. And my mom-before she married my dad, when she thought he was dead-long story-she got courted by this guy. Really wealthy.”

“But she-she didn’t feel anything. Nothing real. He tried to lavish her in gifts, but it didn’t help. When Dad turned back up and it was a choice between wealth or love-she told me she didn’t even look back.”

“-So I don’t necessarily want you to lose your wealth or anything, but I understand that growing up like that isn’t necessarily positive. It all depends on the family, I’m sure. But i never doubted there’s a reason you started the way you did.”

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Game Master || Open

“Okay, it’s a little complicated, but Myth and Magic is actually really fun to play!”

Jaune said this while there was a pile of no less then half a dozen handbooks on the table beside him. The first was a player handbook, the second a monster manual. A third was about running a game. The others were assorted scenario suggestions.

“You basically build a character to play, and they have assorted talents and special abilities you pick out. You can either roll for the stats, use presets, or this system of buying points. And then you pretend to bee them and the game master runs everyone involved on an imaginary adventure, where the results are determined by your skill bonuses and rolls of the dice!”

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                               with a touch of my hand,                                                                  I’ll turn your life to gold.

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Straight for the Castle

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drunkscythmaster:

Qrow let the kid save face and just nodded, following him and keeping watch. He kept his eyes on the frozen dragon as well, not quite trusting it to stay so solitary. How the hell had Ruby done that? He looked back to see the kid on his hands and knees, digging for something, and belatedly recognised the circlet that Pyrrah had worn.

He walked over as the kid started crying and put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to do something comforting. Qrow was aware the nothing he could say would make this better or lessen the sting of her death. After all, Summer’s death was still something that tore at the rest of his team, even after over a decade had passed.

After a while, he began to dig further through the rubble. More metal began to turn up. It felt awful that this was all that was left of Pyrrha. She was the first person to see something inside him.

I was such an idiot.

Wasn’t he? Pyrrha had kissed him. But-had it been real? Or a distraction to push him away to safety? The question still haunted him, and now he’d never know.

It...didn’t seem like something she would have done. But getting shoved in lockers was never a fun thing for him. That instance was by far the worst.

“My dad died once.”

Jaune finally said it, having gathered everything at last. He was covered in dirty from his digging, and he’d unloaded the metal into his backpack. Armor. Circlet. Two halves of her shield. What remained of her spear.

How many times had she saved him with that?

“I mean I’m not supposed to know. My parents keep the details about what happened just before they got married pretty hush hush. But my uncle told us about it. Said he was mostly dead for like a day. But there was some sort of miracle worker, and he hated this dude who had my mom captive and wanted to marry her? So yeah.”

“I guess I-” Jaune shook his head. “I was an idiot hoping for a miracle.”

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A Much Needed Talk

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mybellanotte:

As Blake processed what Jaune said, she didn’t find it so hard to believe. In fact, it made a lot of sense. As someone who was raised outside the kingdoms, she never went to combat school either, having been trained to fight to survive. Jaune was nothing like that, and it was apparent from their very first day.

She tipped her head back, leaning against the wall. “So we’re both frauds then. A faunus hidden in plain sight and a farm boy with faked credentials.” Her ears flicked, quiet for a moment as she gathered her thoughts.

“It’s noble of you, Jaune.” Blake looked at him. “Wanting to change yourself to help other people. To do good. You’re here now anyway, fake transcripts or not. A sixteen year old with the purest heart is the leader of my team, and I don’t think it’s much of a stretch that you were chosen to lead yours.”

“Awe, shucks,”

Jaune felt his cheeks heat with blush, and he smiled over at her. He nodded gently. “I can’t argue that point. I mean Ruby makes a lot of sense to me. You saw her pull together that plan with the Nevermore and the Death Stalker. I-don’t have that.”

He scratched the back of his head to consider. “I mean I guess I can take a beating. I’m scrappy. Anyway.” Jaune smiled at her. “Thank you for trusting me with this, Blake. I can tell it’s a big thing. And...if you ever want to share the rest, I’ll be around. But until then, I’m proud to call you my friend.”

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Galoshes|| Open

It had been raining for a while. Which meant Jaune could no longer focus on his homework. Instead, he was pulling on bright yellow galoshes onto his feet. Once that was handled, he bolted out the door into the streets.

Others were doing the sensible thing and getting out of the cold and the wet, the rain and the wind. Most people who knew Jaune for all of five minutes knew he wasn’t sensible.

Now it would take less.

Because he was running through the rain and jumping in puddles of water on the street. Skipping and running through smaller ones with excited cheers, and jumping into bigger ones, not really paying attention to proximity to other people.

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Verse: Heroic Legacy

Jaune Arc is a squire who has a a hell of a legacy to live up to. His father was a brave swordsman former farm boy turned pirate. His mother was his father’s true love and the almost wife of a distant prince. Their story was an intense one, of adventure, of almost dying, of temporarily dying, friendship, daring sword fights, clever schemes, and most of all, a happy ending.

Jaune is the youngest child of the Arc household, the eighth born. He has seven older sisters, all of whom have made a name for themselves-healer, seamstress, singer, storyteller, and so forth.

Which means Jaune is terrified of failing and going home. Not because he wants to be famous, but because he wants to do something. For him that’s become a knight, to help people and go on adventures and quests-that probably end in helping people.

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Verse: Lost in Translation

Who hasn’t heard the term Seventh Son? Jaune has seven sisters-but one of them is younger then him, he was the seventh born. And no one really considered the possibility that the first six children could be daughters and that it would still apply. The fact is, the original lore never specified gender of the children. (Some consider it meant ‘Seventh Spawn’, but it didn’t sound as good).

Thus, Jaune never considered himself cursed. He was just clumsy, maybe a bit slow, and perpetually unlucky. It wasn’t until he turned seventeen that he started to see things.

Strange things that would vanish at a second look, like a person who seemed to have the face of a goblin or a monster. Ghosts in reflections, and something prowling the shadows at night in an otherwise quiet town.

The problem is, those things that go bump in the night? They’re starting to notice him too. And when his father goes missing, Jaune finds out he may have inherited more of a legacy then he expected. He was thrilled to graduate high school with more or less passing grades.

But that he’s destined to be a warrior who fight monsters he thought were fiction, because he’s the seventh child of a seventh child, oh and here’s the family monster killing shield and sword?

Its a lot to take in.