Raven ambled through the streets of the village, looking relaxed despite the fact that her crimson eyes took in everything. The wealth, the guards, the warehouses, anything that could be of use to her people. It was almost winter, and while they were in good shape, she wanted them prepared for the worst, especially with the way things were going. She went into a dust shop and examined the wares, looking for all the world like another huntress wandering through. She paused when she sensed someone behind her.
Team RNJR had made it to Mistral, even though it hadn’t been easy. Hell, no one had expected it to be easy-even if perhaps Ruby had expected it to be shorter. Jaune couldn’t regret a moment of the journey. They’d all gotten out, and they’d even saved Ruby’s strange uncle Qrow.
What was more, they’d even gained further information about their enemies. He had an understanding about the Maidens, and what their powers were. He had an idea about how Ruby had caused that massive flash of light atop the tower. Who Salem was, what the schools were. Technically it had been an info dump, and Jaune was still trying to sort out a lot of the new information.
But they’d made it safely to the city of Mistral. Ruby had sent another letter home, and would be working with her uncle to try to arrange a meeting with the headmaster of Haven. And then they’d-well, what were they doing next anyway?
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None of that was really why Jaune had gone for a walk that night. It had more to do with how his teammates seemed to be closer then ever. He had opted to give Nora and Ren some space. Whether they did anything they wouldn’t have done with him there wasn’t the point.
It just reminded him of what a fool he was. How he’d chased around Weiss for most of his year at Beacon. Hell, she’d rejected him just as often. And what he had really needed? It had been under his nose, back to his back, a hand on his shoulder. And he’d been too dumb to notice until-
I don’t want to be the damsel in distress anymore!
Jaune still wondered about that night. It haunted him. What if he had been stronger? All of those cues he’d missed over the year-talking to his sisters after the fall of Beacon, they’d illuminated and filled in the blanks. He’d been such a fool. It shouldn’t have been their first, last, and only kiss. Pyrrha had literally been the one who saved his life on day one, and who knows how many times since then.
And he hadn’t been able to protect her, not even from his own idiocy. And hadn’t been able to realize how much she meant until she was gone. It was something he’d been able to avoid thinking about on the road, even if he’d been using the training videos she’d made him every night before bed. It was easier then trying to sleep while his mind raced, and played out that night again and again. And every moment before hand.
He kicked a rock on the street and found himself looking up at the star filled sky. With the CCT down, he could see a lot more of them. It reminded him of home. His dad had been a farm boy, like he was, but also a hero. And his parents had been sweet hearts, true love, the real deal.
“I’m so sorry, Pyrrha,” He murmured as he walked along the outskirts of the city. His eyes fell on the sky once more, and one bright, blue, twinkling star. It reminded him of something his mother said. A bed time story.
When a star is born
They possess a gift or two
One of them is this
They have the power to make a wish come true.
“If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme,” Jaune murmured softly and slid his hands into his pockets. He lowered his eyes, trying to hold back a wave of tears that threatened.
It was stupid. There was no way a ball of gas could do what he was asking. What he dreamed. But it was definitely in his heart.
“I wish,” He whispered and shut his blue eyes, “I wish Pyrrha was still here, with me, alive, and safe.”
Squints at Jaune a little. “Oh. Whatever, you’re coming with me anyway!”
“-Errr I’m not sure about that. Why are Haunted Houses even allowed in the outskirts of a country? Wouldn’t people getting scared in groups be a really bad idea? Or is it some sort of trap for Grimm, with Huntsmen around the corner waiting to strike?”
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11. A murder confession
There had been some sort of massive glitch in the CCT. And a bunch of videos had been sent out at seemingly random. So far, at worst, Jaune had been scolded by friends and teammates for borrowing their stuff for videos he’d been posing in and trying on different styles, and in general trying to look like a bad ass. And in general, falling just short.
He was just happy none of his Karaoke videos had leaked yet.
Jaune paused, having been on the roof top training with his partner, when the ping came on on his scroll. He was breathing hard and made a motion for her to hold. He dug it out, then paused, and laughed softly.“One of the video feeds. I should probably delete it, but on the other hand…”
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[In Which Ruby arrived two seconds earlier, and Pyrrha was severely wounded, you know, like she was]
Beacon had fallen. The CCT was down. And the world they knew was rather in chaos. Suddenly, having a small family who lived and ran a farm was a very good thing. It meant they had food, water, resources. More or less, they had security, even with the light risk of Grimm.
Jaune had wanted to come sooner. But it had been assured to him he couldn’t see her sooner anyway. Apparently while Ruby’s appearance had saved her, the warrior had still been badly hurt by her battle. So he’d been sent home for a short while, and now he was at a hospital outside Beacon, where she’d have been transferred once stable.
He had gone light on the armor, and now he regret it, feeling naked in jeans and his hoody. His dad had an old friend who’d been in the battle somewhere, so now they’d arrived. And Jaune paced slowly, carrying a plush Pumpkin Pete bunny, and crossed to the room number he’d been given.“P-Pyrrha?”