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OMAKE : OMG!!! (III)

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Pyrrha was now overly anxious, after having to have a complete physical due to her... "fainting spell". The last think she wanted was to have Jaune getting upset due to her own weakness... to him.

She walked into the study hall for her scheduled tutoring session with Ruby. Professor Goodwitch having arranged this three times a week, hour long session to help get Ruby caught up with her academic studies.

"Pyrrha, how are you feeling?" Ruby called out to her while waving from her seat. "We can post-pone if you..."

"I'm fine Ruby, and no we are not putting this off. You have a big test coming up." Pyrrha cut off the weapon prodigy.

"Phooey." Ruby pouted and Pyrrha chuckled as she moved closer, only to jump back when the classroom door slammed open and Nora rushed in.

"Nora? What..."

"We have to do something Pyr-pyr! This is getting out of hand!"

"Huh? What are..."

"This!"

Nora shoved her scroll in Pyrrha's face, causing the red-headed Amazon to stagger back, her emerald eyes wide in shock and glazing over with desire...

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"Pyrrha!" Ruby shouted as the Four time Champion hit the cold tiled floor. "Nora? What the hell?"

"We need to help Jaune! She had to see this!"

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"You guys are all FREAKS! and PEVERTS!" Jaune's tinny sounding voice played over the speakers of Nora's scroll as Ruby watched completely stunned at what she was seeing. "If you think this embarrasses me... guess again! I spent years being used as a living fashion doll by my sisters! So do your worst!"

"Oh, crap... he's asking for it."

"That he is." Nora replied to Ruby's comment, "That he is."

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OMAKE : OMG!!! (II)

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A/N : And I'm at it again...

Pyrrha's hands shook as she logged into the streaming app, that Nora had helped her load onto her scroll... as an apology for the attack of sudden blood loss. As soon as it had been downloaded she registered and then subscribed to Jaune... or rather Golden_Paladin's channel.

The reason for her shaking hands... Jaune was going to once again wear a viewer chosen outfit. She had done her best to win the chance to pick the outfit... but some BITCH named IceEmpress out bid her at the last minute by 1 lien. 1 lien! 1 lousy lien over the 1500 Pyrrha herself had bid.

"You ruined my chance to see him in a tux... you good for nothing try hard home-wrecker" Pyrrha hissed through her teeth as she finished signing in, and activated the link to Golden_Paladin's channel. "Once I find out... oh the countdown has started!"

"SHHHHHH!"

"DO you mind?"

"Sorry!" Pyrrha replied her face glowing red at being admonished by her peers in a public settling like Beacon's Library. Ducking down her head she put in her ear-buds and waited for the counter to completely reach zero.

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Pyrrha held her breath as the screen went white and them black.

"You guys are either really just taking the piss out of me... or are really demented freaks." Jaune's voice rang out over her ear-buds. "I mean... seriously. IceEmpress... this is what you chose? Like seriously?"

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"Oh..." Pyrrha moaned and half groaned as the image struck her fully...

CRASH!!! THUD!!!

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"Get some help!"

"Is she okay?"

"Call the nurse!"

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Saints of the Sword (v1-6)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

The pair walked in silence. Neither saying a word to the other as Professor Goodwitch lead her once student and the former bully of Beacon’s first years towards the accommodations that had been arranged for him and his company. She was impressed with the young man. He carried himself well, and the air of contempt he used to surround himself with was gone. In all outwards appearances, Cardin Winchester was a changed young man. Which begged the question as to why.

“Mr Winchester, if I may?” Professor Goodwitch had heard everything Cardin had told the Headmaster, but she still wasn’t completely satisfied with his answers. Outward appearances can be very deceiving. “Why have you changed so much?”

“Professor?” Cardin paused in their journey to face the older woman. “What do you mean?”

“By all appearances you are no longer the brash, arrogant and deceitful young man who was once my student.” Glynda Goodwitch paused for a moment and gave the young man a minute to consider her words before speaking further. “I heard what you told the headmaster, and while I feel that is a partial reason… it is not the full one. Am I correct?”

“I’m not sure how to answer that.”

“Mr Winchester, Cardin… I only wish to understand the dynamic between you, Mr Arc and your companions.” Glynda gave Cardin a soft smile. “I do apologize if I have over stepped, I was just curious.”

“To be honest, the training we did with the Rough Necks beat a lot of that bullshit out of us…”

“But?”

“Of course you would know there was more.”

“I do pride myself on being observant.” Glynda sighed as she noticed the tense stance Cardin was now in. “But if it is bringing up memories that you do not feel comfortable sharing…”

“Her name was Elise…”

“Pardon?”

“She was a new recruit, like we were. A cat faunus… her trait was her tail…” Cardin gained a far away look in his eyes.

“Cardin?” Gynda reached out and gave him a gentle shake by the shoulder. “Are you… okay?”

“Just memories.”

“She died, didn’t she?”

“Yes… she bled out in my arms.” Cardin swallowed and took a deep breath. “She took a hit for me… pushed me out of the way of a boartusk, and was gored because of it…”

“I’m sorry, to make you relive…”

“It broke Jaune. She and her were close friends, much closer than me and her… but that she did that to save me… stuck with me… her last words were she was glad I was safe.” Glynda could see the wetness starting to rim Cardin’s eyes.

“We’re… we’re almost at your accommodations.” Glynda offered him an out from his memories. “As you are not students you will not be expected to take part in classes, though if you wish you are welcome to attend.”

“We may do just that after we’ve rested some.”

The pair returned to their journey in silence, and for the next ten or so minutes not a sound or word passed between them. As they closed upon Cardin’s final destination for the night, Professor Goodwitch prepared to bid a farewell… until a hideous soul rending screaming burst through the air. Professor Goodwitch was shocked by the painful, primal sound, Cardin however wasn’t. 

“Shit!” he swore as he dashed forward, as dorm room doors opened, expelling the entirety of Cardin’s company. “Jeanne!”

“In here!” Jeanne yelled back as she started pounding on the door across the hall. ”Joan open up! Joan!” 

“Etienne! Guy!” Cardin shouted as he closed the distance. Still in shock at the sudden visceral nature of the screams, Glynda was unable to step in as two of the larger members of Cardin’s crew moved into position and drove their shoulders into the door.

Now, Beacon’s dorm doors were made to be stern stuff. Engineered to be resistant to accidental discharges of ammunition, sudden firs, and unexpected semblance activations. All of Beacon’s buildings were, in fact, engineered to be rather resilient… but no one told Etienne or Guy that. The pair were jarred by the impact with the door, and stumbled back, gripping their shoulders in pain.

“Wait! Use this!” Glynda shouted once she regained a semblance of focus to understand what was going on. She pulled out her scroll, activated the staff emergency code and tossed it to Cardin. “Wave it over the lock!”

With that simple motion, the door swung inwards…

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One and DONE?

Cinder and her team were walking the halls of Beacon when Jaune Arc and Pyrrha Nikos suddenly appeared before them.

Jaune: I know you're evil doers! (Points at Mercury) I Challenge!

Cinder / Emerald / Pyrrha: Huh?

Mercury : (Points back at Jaune) I Accept!

Cinder / Emerald / Pyrrha: HUH?

Jaune / Mercury : Karate Championship! One and Done! I ACCEPT!

Cinder / Emerald / Pyrrha: WHAT?

Mercury and Jaune close slap hands and suddenly everything changed. Cinder, Emerald and Pyrrha found themselves sitting in stands with other Beacon students. ON the floor before them Jaune in a white GI and Mercury in a red Gi. Behind an announcer desl sat Nora and Ren. Velvet sat behind a camera and Cardin stood between Jaune and Mercury holding two flags.

Cardin: BEGIN!

Cinder / Emerald / Pyrrha: WHAT THE F...?

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OMAKE : OMG!!! (I)

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It was a long weekend for Vale and by extension Beacon. So since Friday there had been no classes or scheduled Academy activities. So Pyrrha was bored. She had spent the last three days trying to stay invested and focused by training... but that had worn thin.

So now she was lounging about on her bed in JNPR's dorm, trying to decide what to do. He had a few options... a f2p scroll game, maybe the one Jaune even showed her. An e-book, or even heading to the library to get a real book. Watch a movie or some videos. Of course she could always have a nap.

But if she was going to be honest with herself, none of that was appealing to her. She actually wanted to be spending this free time with Jaune. Maybe working up the courage to finally confess to him.

"How are you working during a kingdom wide holiday?" Pyrrha mutter to herself as she rolled over on her bed, and tightly hugged her pillow.

A chime from her scroll, drew her out of her depressive thoughts, Rolling on to her back, she picked up the device and noticed that Nora had sent her a link.

"Nora this better not be another Dust-Tube Run Montage." Pyrrha groaned as she hit the link. "Wait is this a streamer account?"

Confused as to why Nora would send her a link to a streamer, when the bombastic girl knew full well that Pyrrha had no interest in watching people play games. Pyrrha turned and sat up, dangling her legs over the edge of her bed.

"Who is BlondAngel?" Pyrrha's brow furrowed, "If Nora sent me the link then it has to be someone I know... Yang, maybe?"

A count down time appeared on the screen, making Pyrrha even more curious as the words... VIEWER POLL RESULTS!!

... scrolled along the bottom.

Pyrrha prepared to close the video when she heard a familiar voice...

"Okay, as I promised. If I hit the donation goal I would put up a poll."

"Jaune?" Pyrrha whispered to herself, in complete shock.

"So you guys, my... loyal viewers... made a choice so..."

The Black video flipped on, revealing Jaune, giving Pyrrha an instant reaction to the sight before her...

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"I'm seriously considering that you all are real freaks, you know that?" Jaune pouted. That simple act combined with his current attire, spelt the Four Time Mistralian Champion's doom...

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Shortly thereafter Ren entered JNPR's door, took one look at the mess and shook his head in defeat and disappointment.

"Nora... why?"

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Saints of the Sword (v1-5)

(I am going to very BLUNT with this statement, even though it seems like it... THIS IS NOT an everyone betrays Jaune fic. There is much more going on including Jaune's own low sense of self-worth.)

As Cardin rode the elevator down, his mind wandered back to the day he and his team ran into Jaune near the main gate. The four of them had gone down due to an announcement that a mercenary group was going to be looking for recruits. They were rather surprised that they found Jaune there as well… considering.

/==/

“Arc!” Cardin called out to the rather unkept former Beacon student.

“Cardin.” Jaune sighed, “Can you just, fucking, leave me alone for once? I mean, I’m out of Beacon… you won.”

“I didn’t win anything.” Cardin replied with a snort.

“What do you mean? You’ve wanted me gone since day one!”

“And yet, you kept your worthless ass in school… you never gave up, you kept getting back on your feet and trying again. Nothing was stopping you… and then?”

“And then?”

“You just walk away?” Russel asked. “That was a pussy move Arc. If you were going to just give up, why did you hang on so long?”

“I just…”

“I call bullshit.” Sky stated flatly before Jaune could even start to talk. “Complete BULLSHIT!”

“I don’t…”

“You’re right, you don’t have to justify a damn thing to us. To be honest, I don’t really give a shit why you dropped out… but it is a bit of a kick in the nuts for you to do it out of nowhere.” Dove commented as he leaned back against Vale’s defensive wall. “So why the hell are you here? Planning on quitting again?”

“Why are you guys here?” Jaune snapped back. “Last I saw, you guys were still at Beacon, enjoying the good life.”

“We walked away.” Cardin snorted.

“Why would…”

“Because of you.” Dove snapped.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Russel confirmed. “You are dense, stupid, slow and a bleeding heart…”

“But you never did once, just not try… even after me knocking you down time and time again. You kept getting up… so what made you decide to fuck off?” Cardin flatly stated.

Jaune said nothing and just stared at the four that had been his bullies for months. Who, according to their own words, had walked away… because of him. It didn’t make sense, nor did, when he thought about it… his own stepping away. But what was done, had been done.

“So what do we have here?” came a rather gruff and gravelly voice. The five former students turned towards the voice and saw a woman that matched the voice perfectly. She was dressed in a patchwork of various armors, had a sword strapped to her waist, and what looked like a rifle slung over her shoulder. What really caught their attention were the scars on her face, and the patch covering her right eye. “I asked a question. What am I looking at?”

“I’m… I’m a former student from Beacon…”

“Former? Why?”

“I… I…”

“Don’t have all day, Blondie. Spit it out.”

“I quit…” Jaune replied, his shoulders slumping, as he instantly figured he had just ruined his chance to possible still chase his dream.

“Why?”

“Huh? What?”

“Why’d you quit?”

“I… didn’t belong… I wasn’t right for Beacon.”

“And you think you're right for my crew?”

“No.” Jaune replied, his head hanging towards his chest. “I’ll just…”

“You stay right there.” the Woman turned her attention to Cardin, Russel, Dove and Sky. “What is your story?”

“We left Beacon, too. We’re a full team.” Cardin truthfully replied.

“Why?”

“Something wasn’t right there.” Russel cut in. 

“Explain.”

“That noodle, right there.” Sky pointed to Jaune, “Was the weakest out of the entire school… yet nothing anyone threw at him made him stop. He just kept pressing forward… until recently.”

“So you five friends?”

“Fuck no.” Dove chuckled. “We used to kick his ass all day every day.”

“I see.” the Woman crossed her arms over her chest, and regarded them all. “I’ve got one rule… everyone fights, no one quits. Don’t do your job, I’ll put you in the ground myself. Understand?”

“What?” all five of them asked in unison.

“You’ve all been drafted. Be interesting to see what Beacon is teaching brats these days.”

“You mean…” Jaune stammered out.

“Yeah, I’m taking all five of ya. So grab your gear, we leave in five.”

/==/

Cardin sighed, as he relived that memory, and chuckled remembering how Reb, had her right hand Dizzy beat the ever living crap out of all five of them, day in and day out for months.

“To correct the bullshit Beacon force-fed us.” Cardin chuckled, remembering Dizzy’s favorite reason for the harsh training, as he stepped out of the elevator.

“What was that, Mr Winchester?” Professor Goodwitch asked as she also stepped out into the lobby.

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I So Want to be... (6)

Yang, Ruby and Weiss all winced as they sat through their classes. The hard wooden chairs, further punishing their abused posteriors. The trio fumbled to each other through their telepathic link, but did their best to keep their attention on their lessons.

Jaune was the exact opposite. His mind was wandering, and his attention was not on anything in the present. It was all on the events of the other day. On how good it felt to be in control. How empowering it felt to finally be the winner, to not be the one other had to save.

/==/

At the far side of Vale, Salem emerged from a vortex and looked about the dusty and unused warehouse. In the corner lay a pile of mannequins, and some bolts of cloth. With a mirthful grin she sauntered over and tapped one of the mannequins, infusing it with dark magic.

Salem: Time for another push, my darling Jaune.

Salem giggled as she stepped back and watched her monstrous creation come to life and grow in size.

Salem: This should be just enough to get their attention...

/==/

Three hands snapped into the air.

Oobleck: Do you have a question?

Yang / Weiss / Ruby: We have to go to the bathroom!

Oobleck: Ah... you are free to leave at any point of the lecture to deal with personal matters... you don't...

All three girls stood, grabbed their gear and rushed out.

Oobleck: ... to ask... o... kay. Back to the lesson. As you can see from the pictured slide Vacuo forces indeed were pivotal to...

Jaune thought it was a little strange that all three of them would leave class so suddenly, but dismissed it. It was one of his business after all, so he did the minimum effort to pay attention as Doctor Oobleck prattled on about the Great War.

Salem: Jaune, darling...

Jaune's head snapped about looking for the source of the seductive and dark voice.

Salem: I'm not there. I'm out where Tres Magica will be having a battle... would you like to come and watch?

Jaune: I...

Salem: Don't speak! You'll draw attention to yourself. Just think what you want to say. Now would you like to watch? See them struggle against the forces of... evil?

Jaune: Yes.

Salem: Good, good. Go to the roof.

Jaune: The roof?

Salem: Hurry! They will be here soon!

/==/

Jaune in his magical girl form watched from the shadows as his idols and heroes thoroughly thrashed Salem's creation. His fingers twitched as he held the handle of his weapon, a star topped riding crop.

Magenta(Ruby): I think that was the last one!

Sulfur(Yang): Is it just me or are these guys extremely pathetically weaker than average?

Azur(Weiss): I have to agree.

Jaune turned from the scene of the three members of Tres Magica hovering in the air, to Salem. She gave him an inviting smile as she pointed to the pile of dummies, and bolts of cloth. Lifting the crop into the air Jaune slashed down and slapped the tip against a bolt of cloth.

Salem: That is an interesting choice. I assume you have a... plan?

Salem's grin grew cruel and sinister as she saw the light of debauchery glowing in Jaune's eyes. He turned from Salem and pointed out of the shadows towards the unaware forms of Tres Magica.

Magenta(Ruby): What the?

Sulfur(Yang): Hey watch it!

Azure(Weiss): Ahh!

Jaune slowly strode out of the shadows, looking up at the now entrapped Tres Magica. He licked his delicate lips as delightful ideas flooded into his mind.

Sulfur(Yang): It's that bitch again! Let me loose and I'll turn your ass red!

Magenta(Ruby): Sulfur language!

Azure(Weiss): What are you... ah... going to do to us?

Jaune wiggled the fire-finger of his right left hand, causing the ribbon restrained magical girls to get lowered to him. He said nothing as he moved towards Azure.

Sulfur(Yang): Leave her alone bitch! When I get free I'm so kicking you skanky cunt into next year!

Azure(Weiss): Ahhhh!!! Heh... heh... heh... hahahaha...

Salem watched from the shadows as Jaune focused his attentions on Magia Azure. His delicate fingers ghosting about the souls of her feet causing the girl to writhe in agony and glee... and causing Jaune's feminine face to glow with ecstasy.

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Salem: Yes... just like that Jaune. Just like that. Embrace what you truly love... become the true you.

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A Side kept hidden... (8)

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Pyrrha was fidgety. A couple days with no playing and she was finding herself getting distracted at odd points of the day. It had never been this bad before, back in Argus and Mistral she was able to scratch her itch through sparing... but that wasn't cutting it anymore. In fact ever since she had been able to escape out from her mother's shadow and indulge... her true persona and inclinations have been harder to keep in check.

Though she would also like to blame it on her partner, and actions of her "friends"... in particular Yang and Weiss. Pyrrha could slightly understand how Yang got enjoyment out of talk Jaune up in order to watch him fail at asking Weiss out. Deep down she could understand and emphasize with enjoying others be uncomfortable or suffering. Pyrrha knew about that... what she wasn't a fan of was someone doing it to "her" Jaune.

So simple little ideas flitted through Pyrrha's mind about how to impress on Yang the importance of knowing what or in this case who is a suitable plaything. As for Weiss... oh poor poor Weiss. If it wasn't for the influence and reach of the Schnee Family through the SDC... then Pyrrha would have... dealt with the doll like whore ages ago.

"Though maybe..." Pyrrha half purred as she absently licked the tip of one of her fingers.

"Did you say something Pyr?" Jaune asked, looking up from his own plate of food. The sister teams were once against sharing their customary table to share the evening meal.

"Nothing of importance. Just reminding myself of a couple things." Pyrrha lied as she began to picture Weiss broken like Militia. Completely set to serving her Mistresses will... and if that will was to include her giving petite body to Jaune, then so be it.

So a seed took root, and Pyrrha began to formulate a quick and vicious plan. All her true "toys" were back in her private chambers at Junior's, but she had other resources at her disposal. Rising from the table she bid her goodbyes and bused her tray. Then away from everyone she pulled out her scroll... and sent a fateful message.

/==/

The slap came out of nowhere, and floored the waif-like form of Weiss. The SDC Heiress had been over-joyed to get a private invite from her crush. She didn't even consider there might be something amiss with the sudden contact. Holding her hand to her stinging right cheek, she looked up at the looming form of Pyrrha, with wide blue eyes.

"It's time to learn your place... beneath me and Jaune... you whorish-cunt." Pyrrha spoke in a deeming and threatening tone.

Weiss tried to move. Tired to regain her feet, only to gasp in shock and pain as Pyrrha drive the stiletto heel of her left boot into her chest between her modest breasts.

"Wha..." Weiss' question was cut off in a breathless gasp as Pyrrha leaned forward pushing nearly all her weight on to the single point of her foot.

"It's time for your... education..." the malicious grin Pyrrha fixed Weiss with caused the Heiress to shiver in absolute fear.

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Rage of a Child (II)

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Headmistress Goodwitch, sat behind her desk kneeding her temples. She had a migraine and it was only getting worse as Ruby Rose and Qrow Branwen gave a report on their findings. It had been close to seven years since a lucky accident gave one Jaune Arc the insight to end an eons old shadow war. How he had ever managed to find the Relic of Choice was still a mystery.

But that was neither here nor there. What was important was the fact that the small Hamlet that Jaune and Pyrrha Arc had retired to had been utterly annihilated... to the soul.

"So you saw them? You saw their bodies?" Glynda asked, her voice weary, and strained.

"Yes." Qrow replied as it was obvious Ruby was still having a hard time coming to terms with the fact two of her friends were now gone, because huntsmen and huntress teams were too late to arrive.

"And there were no survivors?"

"None that we found, though there were some... fresher bodies."

"What do you mean? Fresher?"

"Still in rigor, and the wounds... the wounds where not Grimm."

"Slavers?"

"That or scavengers, but it makes no difference, someone killed them." Qrow replied as he leaned against the wall near the window overlooking the Emerald Forest. "And it happened after the Grimm had rolled through."

"That makes it sound like there was a survivor." Glynda commented.

"Can I be excused?" Ruby asked, her voice wavering. "Someone should let Ren and Nora know... know about... them."

"Of course. Please pass on Beacon and my condolences."

"Okay." Ruby stopped, "Should I inform Jaune and Pyrrha's families as well?"

"No, I will take care of letting the Arc and Nikos families about the loss of their son, daughter and granddaughter..."

"Annabelle..." Ruby's face looked almost terrified at a thought that jumped into her head.

"Rubes?" Qrow asked, as he pushed off the wall.

"Annabelle... she wasn't there." Ruby stammered out. "Annabelle wasn't there!"

"Ruby? What are..." Headmistress Good witch started to ask, only to get caught off.

"Annabelle! Jaune and Pyrrha's daughter! She wasn't there. Her body wasn't there! She must still be alive!" Ruby's face grew red and her hands clenched into tight fists. "AND WE LEFT HER OUT THERE!"

"Qrow?" Glynda looked to the aged huntsman. "Is what she's saying true? Could..."

"It could... but... I... I... don't know."

"We have to get back there and start looking for her!" Ruby screamed at the top of her lungs.

/==/

Annabelle whistled a light tune as she skipped through the forest. Floating in the air propped up on what could be only be described as fluctuating strings of green energy... the Seamstress and the Barber scanned the surrounding forest with dull unblinking button eyes. A crimson stained steel knitting needle and pair of heavy fabric shears at the ready.

Annabelle paid none of that any attention, as she continued to skip through the forest. Her once strawberry-blond hair faded to nearly pure white with a blue tint. Her once slightly fair completion having also faded becoming deathly pale. All she cared about was that Mommy and Daddy where with her. That was all that mattered... well that and hurting those that let her get hurt.

The crack of a branch caused Annabelle to stop and just turn her head towards the sound. Leading the way through the underbrush the slavering maw of a lone beowulf. Annabelle giggled sweetly as she turned her palms skyward and then flicked her wrist forward.

The Barber struck from the right while the Seamstress hit from the left. Razor edged shears severed inky flesh as a steel needle buried itself in the beasts red eye. The animated dolls, now puppets returned to their perches, as Annabelle tilted her head to the side and watched the fell creature's corpse dissolve.

"Bye, bye beastie."

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Rage of a Child

Annabelle Arc sat hidden under the rubble of her former home. Clutched to her chest her treasured dolls. The Barber and the Seamstress. The soft plushies made in the likeness of her father and mother, her only comfort in the deafening silence that surrounded her.

"Mom? Dad?" she cried out with a weak wavering voice. She had no idea what had happened to her parents. Her mother having rendered her unconscious during the onslaught of Grimm upon their warm Hamlet. "Dad? Mom?"

Annabelle shrank back when she heard muffled voices, and then the scrape of wood against wood. Someone was digging her out from under the protective cover she was hidden under.

"Mom? Dad?" she cried out, her voice overflowing with fear, and hope. "Dad! Mom!"

"Sounds like we've a live one." a rough and gruff voice chuckled. Annabelle screamed as a scarred and scruffy face suddenly appeared above her. "And she's got a good set of lungs on her!"

"Get her out quick! No telling if those Grimm will circle around for a second pass." shouted another rough voice.

"Yeah, yeah." the scared man commented as he pulled some more rubble away from Annabelle who was shrinking back away from him. "Come on girly. Time to get's you out of here."

"Mom? Dad?"

"They dead." the man replied without a hint of remorse or concern. "Now let's get."

"NO!"

"Hurry up!" shouted the other voice. "Pickings were slim."

"What you mean? We've a cart load of loot."

"You know as well as I do, you idiot that it's survivors that fetch the best lien. No grab the brat and let's get!"

"Yeah, yeah." The scared man heaved again sending more of the rumble off to the side, and fully exposing Annabelle, "Get here, brat. Time to go."

"Mom! Dad!" Annabelle screamed.

"We'll find you new ones. Plenty of haughty cunts looking for cute kids." the scarred men snapped as he finally grabbed hold of Annabelle by her arm. "Let's get, lest you wants to be Grimm chow like yer folks!"

"No! Mommy! Daddy! It hurts!"

"Shut the fucking brat up!" snapped the other voice which Annabelle now saw belonged to a scruffy, unkempt woman.

"No!" Annabelle's continued screams where cut off when the scared man backhanded her, snapping her head to the side and making her see stars. "Mommy? Daddy?"

"I got her. Let's... urk!" the scarred man released his hold on Annabelle causing her to collapse to the ground in a crying heap. She didn't see him staggering backwards trying to staunch the guest of crimson spraying from the puncture wound in his neck.

"Fucking hell!" cursed the other figure, "Someone grab the brat!"

"What about..."

"What about him? He's a goner. We need to get on the move! So grab the little bitch!"

"Get up... what the fuck!" shrieked out another rough female voice, that was suddenly cut off by a gurgling, gasping noises.

"Leave her!" shouted the first woman's voice.

"But?"

"Whatever the fuck she is just took out two of us. Leave her!"

"Look out!"

Annabelle lay in a crumpled heap, sobbing as the air was suddenly filled with cries of pain and fear. Then everything grew deathly silent. She just lay where she had fallen. Her heart shattered. Softness embraced her, causing her to look up. There hugging her were the Barber and the Seamstress.

Annabelle ignored the bloody knitting needle and fabric shears that lay at their feet. Instead she sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Mommy? Daddy?" she squeaked out. The pair of now animated dolls nodded and spread their arms, which caused the young girl to scoop them up. "Mommy! Daddy!"

Annabelle didn't notice or even care that around her lay several fresh bloody bodies. Her entire focus on her returned parents, and the sense of safety they were giving her.

"Mommy... Daddy..." the dolls hugged the small child.

A/N: So as you may have seen... I've gotten back my Idle Heroes account and noticed a character named Annabelle... her animations and design sparked the start of something in me... so here it is. Below is the inspiration...

(Images sourced via Google. No rights claimed or implied)

A/N(2) So I'm tempted to have her be Jaune and Pyrrha's daughter. No sure if I'll have it as them leaving Beacon prior to the fall and making a life for themselves or if it should be after the fall... anyway hope you enjoyed.

[novankenn]

IT's a GREAT DAY!

So got a "new-ish" phone and finally decided to re-install Idle Heroes...

I did and everything was GONE! All my heroes... all my skins... everything gone!!! 😭😭😭

Then I went into settings... put in my account info... couple tries to remember my password... BUT YES!!! I have all my stuff back!

My two fav Heroes... in their "Alice in Wonderland Skins"

[novankenn]

Nora in:

Tea With Jaune's Family...

(Sourced from Google / Generated by Perchance AI / Sourced from Google)

Salem == Jasmine

Saphron == Terra

Nora (1) == Nora (2)

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One & 1/2 Heroes : "Now What?"

“That just doesn’t make sense. It’s like… like a plot from bad fanfiction. It can’t…”

“What’s fanfiction?”

“Seriously? You don’t know what fanfiction is? Where have you been living? Under a rock?”

“Trapped in a crystal prison for who knows how long. Remember?”

“Ah, yeah. Right. Well, we’re not fused.”

“Okay, then, if you're so smart… what happened?”

“I have a concussion. I’m unconscious right now, and this is all some strang… OW!” Jaune yelped when his right hand pinched his right cheek. “What the hell was that for!”

“Yep, totally unconscious and dreaming.”

Jaune crossed his arms over his chest, and then paused. Slowly he looked down. He squinted one eye closed as if trying to figure something out. Something that wasn’t obvious to his eyes, due to his now extremely baggy “Pumpkin Pete” Collector’s hoodie.

“Jaune?”

Jaune uncrossed his arms, and grabbed the front of his chest. His vivid blues eyes shot wide open. Removing his hands as if he had just burned them, he reached up and grabbed the collar of his hoodie, pulling it away from his body, so he could look straight down to his chest. Releasing his hold on his hoodie Jaune looked up, his face ghostly pale.

“Jaune?”

“Boobs…”

“Excuse me? Did you just say boobs?”

“I have boobs… I have… I need to sit down.” Jaune didn’t do much other than collapse ass first to the rocky ground, and sit there limply, a faraway glassy look taking over his eyes.

“I don’t get it? I’m a girl, so of course I have breasts… Jaune? Are you okay?”

“I’m scared… really scared right now.” Jaune muttered.

“Scared about what?”

“What if it’s gone?” Jaune whimpered…

“What if what is gone?”

“IT! What if IT is gone!” Jaune started to sniffle, tears welling up in his eyes.

“I’m still not following. What are you talking about?”

Without answering, Shantae, Jaune reached down and cupped his groin. Instantly, the tears began to roll down his cheeks, as he started to sob uncontrollably. Going limp, Jaune collapsed to his side and fainted.

“Jaune?” Shantae shouted, “Jaune!”

He didn’t respond and just lay on his side like a boned fish. Shantae focused, she knew she could control the body they shared, so she made him move. It was much easier that when he was fully conscious, and soon she was on her feet and looking about the cave.

“I have no idea what’s got you so bent out of shape, but if you’re going to be useless, then I might as well see where we are, and figure out what to do.” Looking about, she noticed that the space they were in was rather dingy and dark, so she extended an arm above her head. “Let’s see if I can lighten up the area.”

A flame sprung to life in her hand, casting flickering shadows all about her. Shantae looked about, the place was rather average. Though she could make out evidence of possible ruins, or at least square stone blocks that could not be natural, though the scraps of what looked like broken pottery was also telling her that this place wasn’t totally natural.

“Okay. Jaune said he fell, so there must be… there it is.” Shantae smiled as she found the hole Jaune must have come through. It was a good fifteen feet or so above her. “I think, if my magic is working, that maybe my transformation dances would also… I hope.”

Extinguishing the flame, she set about trying to decide what to do about all the clothes and gear that lay scattered about her feet. While she wanted to just leave it all, she had a feeling, especially when he eyes fell upon the sword and shield… that Jaune would be really heart-broken if they were left behind.

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One & 1/2 Heroes : "Unwanted Changes"

In his unconscious state, Jaune didn’t hear the voice.

“I think I’m free, but I still can’t see anything, or move… this sucks.”

A soft purple light, enveloped Jaune’s limp form, and if there had been anyone to witness it they would have seen some remarkable changes to him. His scraggy mop of blond hair, suddenly growing in length, becoming a what others would call a waterfall of purple streaked blond hair. His once tall and lanky over six foot frame, shrinking, and compacting in size. Jaune’s boyish features growing softer, more slightly feminine.

Of course that meant all his current clothing suddenly became loose as it was now much too large to fit his under five foot body. 

“Something still feels off…”

Jaune’s new body moved. Rolling onto its back and then trying to sit up, which was easily defeated by the massive chest and back plat of Jaune’s once well-fitted armor.

“What?”

Vibrant blue eyes fluttered open and small hands reached up and grabbed hold of the massive chunk of metal. Rolling over, Jaune squirmed and pushed, getting to his knees as he shed the armor. Once free of the extra weight, he sat back on his heels…

“Why is my hair loose… and blond? What is going on?”

Jaune’s small hands reached up and brushed his mass of extremely long hair, away from his face, allowing himself to view his surroundings without obstruction.

“So I’m in a cave. I wonder how… HEY NOW!”

“Ah… my head… wait… what… what’s going on?” Jaune moved his hands back away from his head, which had the effect of letting his extremely long mane of hair to fall, obscuring his vision. “What the hell? Why is my hair so long? Why are there purple streaks in it? What the hell happened?”

“HEY!”

“Who’s there?!?”

“What do you mean, who’s there? Who are you?”

“It’s a simple question! Now, who is there?”

“I asked first! Who are you and why are you in my body?”

“Um… I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc, and what do you mean YOUR body? This is MY body… I think?”

“You think? How can you not know if it’s your body, and it’s MY body. See I can move it around.”

Jaune’s hands started to move about in front of his face, waving and wiggling fingers.

“Well, I can move it too.” Jaune informed the voice her was hearing. As suddenly, his hands and fingers stopped wiggling and clapped together and then separated.

“HEY! Stop that!”

“Ah… no. Who are you? I told you mine name. What’s yours?”

“I’m Shantae. Shantae the Half-Genie hero.”

“Half-Genie hero? What the hell is that? Hey, wait a minute!”

“What now?”

“Why does my voice sound different? This isn’t my voice! This isn’t how I normally sound!”

“My voice sounds… now that you mention it… I do sound off.”

“I tripped and fell into a cave, and now I’ve changed? It has to be a concussion, I must have hit my head. This is all a dream. Yeah, that’s it. I’m out cold and dreaming.”

“And why pray tell do you assume that?”

“Let’s see. Different voice. Different body. Hearing someone talking in my head… yeah I definitely have a concussion.”

“I don’t think that’s it.” Shanate commented. “I have a feeling I know what’s happened.”

“Care to share? What has happened?”

“I’ve been trapped in a crystal for… I don’t know how long…”

“Crystal?”

“Please don't interrupt.”

“Sorry but, now that I think about it, I fell on a crystal, and it shattered…”

“There you freed me, but that doesn’t explain why…”

“It was driven into my side and when I tried to remove it… it shattered…”

“Crap-baskets.” Shantae grew silent, which sort of was creeping Jaune out, after hearing her prattle on in his head for several minutes.

“Shantae?”

“We somehow fused.”

“Say what now? Did you say FUSED?”

“Yes.”

“How in the HELL is that possible?”

“I don’t know! But it is the only thing that makes sense!”

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One & 1/2 Heroes : "Bad Footwork"

Jaune gripped his sword hilt tightly, as he slowly worked his way through the Emerald Forest. It was a self-appointed training exercise, that he told no one about. He had been training with Pyrrha nightly for several weeks, and on a whim decided to test himself. 

The test was to make his way through the forest, towards the ruins that had been the objective of initiation several months ago. Jaune knew there was a solid chance he’d meet grimm on this short journey, and that’s what he hoped for. He wanted to face at least one opponent that wouldn’t hold back like Pyrrha, or make a game of his lack of skills like Cardin.

“You can do this, Jaune.” he spoke aloud, trying his best to boost his faltering self-confidence. “You’ve got this”

He paused on his travel, to listen. An attempt to keep from being ambushed by the bestial monsters of darkness and negativity. Hearing nothing of note, he pushed on, wandering further into the forest, and well off the path towards his destination of the ruins. It took him forty-five minutes of walking and stopping to realize he was off his planned path. 

“Fuck.” he cursed himself as he tried to figure out what to do, about his current situation. “Damn it!”

Collapsing his shield, Jaune sheathed Crocea Mors, and hung it off his belt, before pulling out his scroll. Expanding the screen, he looked at his options.

“I could call my team and get them to come out, but that would mean I’m nothing but the damsel in distress that always needs saving… same with the SOS signal… maybe the map function.”

Making his decision, he activated the map, and sighed. He was well off his intended course, and if he was reading the map correctly, it would take him at least an hour to head straight for the ruins. Or a couple of hours to retrace back to his original path, and then onto the ruins.

“You moron. Stupid, stupid idiot! You should have had this open all the time!”

As he chided himself, while trying to make a decision, he heard the snap of fallen branches to his right. In his haste to rearm himself, he dropped his scroll and took several unsteady and stumbling steps backwards. His left heel caught an exposed root, tripping him up.

“Shit!” Jaune shouted as he suddenly found himself falling backwards, and not stopping. Flailing his arms around, he inadvertently tossed his sword to the side… and continued to fall. A fall that turned into a tumble that ended with hims crashing hard and heavily onto rocky, uneven ground several meters below.

Jaune’s aura did little, to almost nothing, to help him dampen his collision with the rocky floor. Jaune in fact wanted to cry as a sharp, piercing pain lanced through his side. Rolling onto his back, he reached over, his bare fingers touching the source and finding something protruding out of his side.

Whatever it was becoming quickly slick with blood, and he found it very difficult to get a hold of it. Ignoring the words of his basic first-aid courses through Beacon and those taught by his father, Jaune secured a hold on the object and yanked. The panic to remove the foreign object and ease the pain in his side driving his actions. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he pulled, and felt whatever it was shattered in his grip.

“Fuck!” he swore at the continued pain in his side and the sudden rush of warm wetness that coated his hand. Rolling to his other side, he clamped both his hands down upon the wound. A clumsy attempt to staunch the flood of blood. “Fuck!”

“Why is it so dark?” a female voice asked, as Jaune passed out.

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