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Quarter Of A Valean Mile Ch 1

   8/8/23                                                     

---Arc Residence, The Township of Suburra, Vale--- 

It’s lonely to be a child without their parents on their birthday. 

Jaune sighed as he sat on the couch staring blankly into his scroll. His parents left suddenly for an impromptu Huntsmen mission outside Argus, Jaune was told.

That's where his cousin Saphron lived. He wished at least she could’ve visited. 

He understood it was their job but was still bummed out that his parents had to leave, they didn’t even get to watch him blow out the candles.

“Hey, be careful with that!” yelled a strange voice.

Jaune looks out the window to identify the source of the disturbance. He found a group of approximately a dozen cloaked people, two of them had tails and one had visible horns. ‘Just a bunch of Faunus, nothing much’. Jaune went back to watching his show on his scroll.

“Get off your butt couch potato; to the garage. The parts I ordered from Mantle are here” said Papa Arc, Jaune’s grandfather barged into the front room. “You need to get your hands dirty” and swiftly walked down the basement stairwell. 

This perked Jaune right up, he loved hanging out in the garage with his grandfather. It was the epitome of manliness: beer fridge, dartboard, dozens of loose car parts and tools, and his family's sword: Crocea Mors hung on top of the entrance. 

This very weapon has been passed on for many generations: his great-great-grandfather wielded it during the Great War, his great-grandfather, and Papa himself in the Faunus Rights Revolution, he was pretty formidable for a senior citizen; aura was amazing. Jaune’s father was not an appreciator of the classics, so he created his own custom weapon. It has been collecting dust for a decade.

Jaune's parents didn’t like him hanging out in the garage, they thought he would hurt himself so it was a secret between him and Papa. His grandfather let him help with fixing antique cars. Mostly with passing tools since he was only 7, well 8 now. 

As Jaune walked into the garage Papa Arc unveiled something under a tarp. He audibly gasped and stared with excitement.

“You like her, eh little Pete?” Jaune cringed at the mention of that nickname, he only wanted the box tops goddammit. Papa slapped the trunk of the car playfully. “This beast here is 300 horses of Vacuan muscle” Impressive for its time, this car was a work of art; a 383 magnum, rear-drive, manual transmission, and a full roll cage.

“So, do you plan on souping her up for the upcoming circuit?” The child excitedly jumped up and down.

“Yeah but it will be a hard job: I have to replace the original engine with a supercharged 426 Hemi since it’s faster and can run on dust. Just wanna strike while the iron is hot.” The elderly Arc popped the hood of the antique, and quickly the air filled with the smell of gasoline causing the Arc men to wheeze and cough.

‘This is gonna be an all-nighter’ thought the young Arc.

---Fort Arrowfell, Atlas ---  

‘Ironwood you better be alive you bastard’. Scores of  Atlesian Knight-120s and soldiers scour the wreckage for the few survivors of this unprecedented disaster. A bullhead lands in the vicinity; two 30-something blondes step out. The male blonde was approximately 5’3” (1.6 m) tall, with piercing silver eyes, and a scowl that would even put Jacque Schnee to shame. The female blonde was the complete opposite, 6’5” (1.9 m) tall, with blood-red eyes, long curly hair with blue highlights, an obscure band hoodie, and an assured expression.

“How did this happen?” said the fuming male blonde seeing the devastation. An AK120 addressed him “GREETINGS, MR.ARC” “Have you found any survivors?” “PROGRESS REPORT: NO SURVIVORS DETECTED” The man curled up his fist enforcing it with his piercing green aura and punched the android’s head smashing it to pieces. “Fucking clankers!”

“Calm down Hunter they’re alive I just know it,” said the female blonde reassuringly. She tried to look composed but was clearly on the verge of breaking down.

“Thank you Serana.” Hunter let out a deep sigh. “Let’s spread out, you go 2 klicks west and I’ll go south.”

“Aye, Aye captain,” said Serana sarcastically as she brushed away a forming tear.

As the pair begin to split suddenly *KABLAMOOOOOOOOO*. Behind them, in the distance, an explosion in the rubble occurs. The pair quickly ran to the source of the disturbance and prepared their weapons for a fight. They were terrified of what they saw. “Oh my gods!” they cried. It was General Ironwood who was able to clear the rubble with the explosive shot of his white gun: Leges Belli, part of his weapon Due Process. His body was severely burned on his left side…he was barely recognizable. The general rolled to reveal an unconscious Qrow Branwen.

“Come on! We got two WIAs here, and need a medic asap.” barked Hunter. The soldiers quickly get the two on stretchers to transport them to Atlas General Hospital.

The couple then notices a sinkhole in the vicinity: a room. The Arcs look inside it. What they find there will change their lives and the fate of Remnant for years to come.  

---Arc Residence 6 hours later--- 

Jaune and Papa Arc spent most of the evening fixing up the car. Miraculously, you can never tell it was ever in disrepair.

“Want to watch a movie, the one with the cars and crustless tuna sandwiches?” asked the elder

“Yeah, Yeah!” the child screamed

The two cleaned up, went to the front room, and sat on the couch. Papa grabs his scroll, turns on the TV, and flips to a popular streaming service

*booooooooooooooooom*. Debris flies everywhere; the entire front wall of the living room is gone. 

“Holy sh….” Papa quickly turns to shield Jaune. “Jaune to the basement now!”

This sudden turn of events took aback Jaune. ‘Why were they under attack? Who would want him and his family dead?’. Jaune heeding his grandfather’s words bolts for the stairs.  

As soon as Jaune hit the basement floor *Bwaaaaaa craaaaaaack*. Jaune could hear the smashing of glass. Fearing for his grandfather's safety he ran up the stairs only to learn that the door was locked.

“Don’t worry Pete, I'm right behind you. I just need to do something real quick”

“Where are you human? Die like the dogs you are!” boomed an unfamiliar voice. 

Jaune quickly realized who it was, the White Fang. He started to cry “No, papa don’t do this. Come down here. We can hide together.”

“No can do. If I hide, the ruffians will come looking for me and put you in danger” explained the elder Arc.

“How are you going to fight them your outnumbered and don’t have your sword” questioned Jaune

“Hahaha. I survived worse, Pete. I may be old but I still have my skills and training”

This didn’t quell his fears.

Papa’s tone turned serious “Jaune Gaius Arc if I don’t make it  I need you to do something for me. Can you do that?

Jaune nodded his head and gave up a meek little “yes”

“Remember family is everything. Whether it's one bonded by blood or forged by comradery. You must do everything you can to protect it and keep it together. Do you understand?’

Jaune hesitated, he didn’t want to see his grandpa go and get himself hurt

“Do you understand?” repeated the elder. 

“I understand,” said the child solemnly. 

“Okay, I feel more at peace knowing you will live on and uphold the Arc name and honor. Love you Pete” Papa Arc went off to confront the White Fang.

Jaune was alone, so sad and so angry. Why did this have to happen to him to his family? Why was he so helpless? No, not on his watch. Jaune went over to the mantle and reached for Crocea Mors. It was too heavy for a nine-year-old but somehow Jaune was able to just barely carry it. He used all his might to *hack* *hack* *hack* away at the door. He did it. jaune booked it for the front room as fast as he could with the sword in tow. As soon as Jaune turned the corner he screamed in horror at what he saw. Papa was beaten to a pulp and left on the ground barely clinging on to life. ‘How could this happen in such a short time?’. He examined the assailants and found his answer. It was about 4 or 5 White Fang members but something was weird about one of them. He wore a black visor obscuring his face, red hair, and bull horns on his head but, that wasn’t the weird part he appeared to be HIS age and the knife in his hand glowed a searing red, and his stance was weak: clearly he was unsure of himself. ‘How could an 8-year-old beat a seasoned Huntsman, even an elderly one’. The faunus kid lunged at Jaune “Die you damn Arc” he cried. Jaune quickly unsheathed his sword and transformed his shield, and slashed the redhead’s head, crushing the visor, carving right into his face. Taking advantage of the situation, Jaune tries to strike him down but is restrained by one of the older members. They start to pummel him from all around. Hit after Hit the pain starts to spread. The young Arc can only feel anger; his grandfather was dying on the floor, the world has gone mad, and now he is getting beat up for no reason either than they can. Before he could throw himself a pity party he noticed that the redhead was about to stab him. Jaune frantically tried to squirm out of his prison to avoid dying. He could only think of survival as he had to for Papa’s sake and his parents’ sake too. He could feel a sudden surge of energy like the universe itself opened up to him. Before the final blow could be struck a burst of brilliant golden light shot out from him. “Damn, the rat unlocked his aura! Quick boy, use your semblance” exclaimed the thug.

*Boooooooooooooooom* Jaune blacked out.

“*sobbing* Thank the gods you're alive ”. That voice was familiar. It was Jaune’s mother cradling him in her arms. ‘How were they back from Argus so fast?’ Jaune was disoriented from the battle and the sudden unlocking of his aura. It was clear his parents were able to save him in the nick of time.“Is Papa okay?” the Arc asked

The mother’s face formed a grim expression without a word confirming the worst.

“Noooooooooooo”. Jaune was feeling woozy, the shock of it all was too much for him. Before he passed out he noticed something in the corner of his eye, seven child-shaped shadows. The heck?

HELLO THERE, THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TODAY  TO READ THIS. THIS IS MY FIRST FIC AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT.  I REWATCHED THE FAST SAGA TO WRITE  THIS STORY,  MAN… THE FIRST ONE IS WAY… ROUGHER  THAN I REMEMBERED; CAN’T BELIEVE PAPA LET  LITTLE JAUNE WATCH IT. ANY SUGGESTIONS OR CORRECTIONS  ARE WELCOMED. BE BACK WITH MORE SOON.

-REX 

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QOAVM Ch3: Unbound

2/5/25      

‘ ’ Thoughts

“ ” Dialogue                    

---Interrogation Room#5, Vale Police Department 1st Precinct, City of Vale---

“Man, how will I get out of this mess?” Jaune said to himself. He looked around at his surroundings. He was in a rectangular room with a dangling light fixture illuminating a piddly white folding table; his left hand was handcuffed to the underside. He could see the doorway across the room and a one-way mirror on the left. ‘God!’ Jaune hoped Ruby was having a better time than him.

*Crack* The metal door flies open. Out came a muscular man; he was of big stature and had a clean-shaven head, tan skin, and bear claws for hands(filed down to prevent an accidental slashing). “Look what the cat dragged in” their deep voice called.

Jaune knew this man all too well. “Oh, hi Uncle Rebbeca. Where’s the plate of cookies?”

The operative’s eye twitched with the mention of the nickname. “Come on, Jauney Boy. WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF THE DUST ROBBERIES!?” Luke Hobbs says calmly. 

“Bite me.” 

He slams his hands on the table, snapping in half. “TALK!”

“Oh, Sounds like someone’s getting in trouble. I know nothing more than the public dose. Torchwick and his hired help come in smash-and-grab style, Ruby kicks their asses, I heroically save the Shopkeep, and then some old lady lets Torchwick and some red lady get away.” Hobbs growls and punches Jaune square in the jaw, knocking him down on the floor. ‘Man, I should’ve had my aura up for that.’  

“I don’t buy that crap. Why is Torchwick stealing Dust but leaving the cash untouched?”

“I know my rights I’m not talking to you without my lawyer or my one phone call” Jaune said, spitting blood out of his mouth. He gets up and tries to guard with his bound hands. He takes a jab from Hobbs. Jaune returns with a sweep to the legs, felling the giant. He let out a celebratory laugh.

“Let's see if you’ll be laughing after I kick your ass” Hobbs gets up with a backflip, but before he can do anything: *Knock Knock* Out came a spiky brown-haired Middle-aged man in a vanilla trench coat.

“Hobbs! What are you doing, you meathead? This is the 5th suspect this month, you are getting written up for this.” Said the elder.

“Ha! Called it.” retorted the Arc.

“If you keep getting arrested, we will have to name a ward after you. Young man.” The old man helped Jaune up and unlocked his cuffs.

“That would be awesome, then I could finally get my legacy discount”

“Well anyway, your stay here has been cut short. Professor Goodwitch has ordered us to let you go. I got to say that's a first for you.”

‘Why would a councilman stick their neck out for me? At least I don’t have to call the crew to bail me out and spare some of my shame.’ Jaune sighed in relief.

“This is some bullshit, Commissioner Doyle. The headmistress of Beacon freaking Academy hiding this crook from us just makes me more sure he is guilty.”

“Calm down, Lieutenant. You are far too old for these childish antics. Your obsession blinds you from seeing the big picture.”       

“Okay, commish. I’ll play ball”

“Thank You. If you excuse me, I promised Arthur I would bring home dinner. He just came home from Atlas.” 

“Tell Arthur I said hi” Interjected Jaune

“I sure will. Goodnight gentlemen.” Doyle leaves the room. 

“Hmph! You’re dirty and you know it. One of these days I’m going get you and your little crew. I can’t keep you here legally but I have my eyes on you Arc.” Hobbs escorted Jaune to the main lobby.

“Jaaaaune” screamed Ruby as she ran to embrace him. “It’s good to see you’re okay.”

“Thanks. Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Because I’ll kick some ass if that's the case.”

“No, actually I have great news: I’m going to Beacon!”

“What?”

“Yeah, I met Professor Goodwitch, she gave me cookies and we talked about Crescent Rose, my eyes, Torchwick, and Signal. She even offered me a place at Beacon. Of course, I said I wouldn’t accept anything without releasing you first.” Ruby said very hastily.

“Your eyes?” Jaune questioned

“Oh shi-, yeeeeeah I don’t know what she was on about. I got a couple months till the school year begins, so I got plenty of time to prepare.” Ruby nervously scratches the back of her head.

Jaune gave a polite chuckle in response. ‘She’s changing the subject’ 

“ *Ahem* Sorry to interrupt this family reunion, but here is your crap” grunted Hobbs as he gave back Jaune and Ruby’s belongings. “I’m outta here”. He stomps out of the lobby.

“Yay! Baby, we are reunited once again.” Ruby caresses Crescent Rose. “I will never leave you again”

Jaune shakes his head.‘Classic Ruby’

“You should let me take a look at Crocea Mors. I can give him some serious firepower, I’m thinking of a Gravity Dust-powered railgun mode with a Steel/Aluminum frame with 15c type ammuni-”

“Ruby you know I prefer more…simple weapons. My shotgun sidearm is firepower enough” Jaune interrupts.

“Come on, let me do something nice for your birthday”

‘Oh someone did remember’ “ Eh, as long as I get to spend it with my family I’m okay” Jaune said hesitantly.

“C’mon Jaune, me and Whitley may be the babies of the group but I’m not dumb. I know you’re pissed Dad forgot your birthday…again. You didn’t even bother to confront him this year.” 

“Ruby, please no” Jaune pleaded. “I’m okay, really” He gave a forced smile.

“I know it’s been hard since we eight came into your life, but I consider you my brother, Jaune. We are here if you need us…always”

“Thank you short-stack” He wiped his eyes

“You can leave me here, Jaune. I’ll wait for Dad to pick me up. Man, Yang is never gonna let this down after I teased her for that Junior’s debacle.” Ruby pouted. The siblings embrace each other.

“Try not to get involved in any more robberies while I’m away” Jaune joked as he set off for his garage.

“No promises” 

---Hobbs’ Office---  

A frustrated Hobbs was typing away on his computer. His improper interrogation methods with Jaune cost him a load of paperwork. *Screeeeeech* Hobbs accidentally dented his laptop with his bear claws. ‘Curse that Arc.’ 

*Knock Knock*

 ‘Who the hell is it now?’ Hobbs wondered. James Ironwood marched right into Hobbs’s office. “By Juno’s fury, it's General Ironwood!” He exclaimed. “Please have a seat” he stammered.

Ironwood takes a seat. “Good day, Lieutenant Hobbs. I'm sorry for not giving you any prior notice of my visit. We have very urgent matters to discuss.” He adjusts his cufflinks.

“I’m sure whatever it is, Vale will be happy to assist you.” Hobbs said with a manufactured smile.

“I’ll be frank, I want you to participate in an important undertaking. Atlas has been subject to numerous truck hijackings in Vale, thousands of pieces of Atlesian technology have been stolen so far. With also with the rise in Dust robberies, there is genuine concern that some organized entity is coordinating an attack. We need to find these thieves, bring them to justice, and recover the assets.”

Hobbs was intrigued. “That sounds distressing, but why not just deliver the goods via Bullhead, and why me?” he questioned.

“Due to the sensitivity of the materials being transported, secrecy is a top priority. A Bullhead manifest would be child’s play to get hold of and any paper tail could lead to a leak of military secrets. Not even our kingdoms’ councils know of the existence of the deliveries nor this operation, it's just you and my circle. This has to be strictly off the books.”

Hobbs' eyes furled at that statement.  

“I chose you because of your exemplary service record(disregarding a few blemishes) and familiarity with Vale. Can I count on you to protect humanity?”

“Thanks for the story, but it's gonna be a pass for me.” Hobbs said matter-of-factly.

“Why?”

“Because Lucas Hobbs is no treasonous bastard. Doing covert ops in a foreign kingdom is a serious breach of the Vytal Peace Accord.”

“This transcends the four kingdoms, Hobbs. This is humanity’s survival at stake if we don't get that technology back!” Ironwood curled his steel fist.

“Ha, that's a classic. You guys said the same exact thing when you marched your boots and war machines on our Vacuan sands.”

‘80 years and Atlas is still getting treated like the villain’ Ironwood tried to compose himself.

“What are you hiding Ironwood? I’ve heard that you guys have pretty cool toys. They’re pretty advanced but it doesn't warrant this Flames Pond B.S..” 

“You don’t have the clearance for that, Lieutenant.” Ironwood bandaged on the desk.

“Then get out of my fucking office” Hobbs points at the door.

“Then have a good night, Lieutenant.” Ironwood gets up to leave and makes it to the entryway.

“You know I’m going to have to report this, right?” questioned the policeman.

“Hmph, you’re one loyal soldier Hobbs. That's what I admire most about you. I know you make the right choice.” Ironwood throws a business card toward Hobbs’ desk and leaves confidently.  

 “First the Dust robberies, Arc kid’s council connections, and now General Ironwood’s mysterious plot. As the years go by the world gets crazier and crazier, my work is never done.” Hobbs groaned.

---Ironwood’s private transport---

Ironwood enters the cabin of his personal hovercar. He plops into the white synthetic leather seats with a gentle *thud*, then proceeded to interface with the tablet next to the sleek rectangular steering wheel to turn on the heated seats, he put his hand on the cold white plastic of the dashboard, then pressed the touch-sensitive button causing it to glow neon red, tinting the windows, “ISOLATION MODE ACTIVATED” droned a soft synthesized female voice, the General detested such decadence but it was important to keep appearances as a public figure. Ironwood adjusts himself in his seat and then begins to dial a number on his scroll. “We’re not gonna get any help from Vale. Looks like it’s up to you and your partner to recover the assets.” He shuffles through the vehicle’s console and fishes out an energy drink; Nos: You only live Nos.

“Partner? You never let me have any fun.” said a cocky voice.

“Private O’Conner, you're talented. That's why we scouted you, but you have to understand: We’re Atlas. You're only as strong as your unit. You may have great driving skills but your combat ability leaves much to be desired. That is why I assigned Specialist Soleil to assist you in this mission.”

“I look forward to working with you, Private O’Conner.” Ciel’s methodical voice enters the conversation.

“Specialist Soleil, good for you to join us. Please introduce yourself.” Ironwood cracks open the drink and takes a sip.

“Thank you, General. I’m Specialist Ciel Soleil, leader of the Teryx squad of the 3rd regiment of the Atlas Military. I’ve led several operations in dismantling insurgent cells in Vacuo. I’ve been trained in Counterintelligence, CQC, and Advanced Weaponry. My credentials speak for itself” dully recites the Specialist.

“Well I guess it’s my turn I’m Bri-”

“Private Brian O’Conner, 17, hails from Los Dioses, former leader of the illegal street racing group: The White Hares, status:...Questionable.” Ciel interrupted.

That last statement irked Brian. “Hey! At least let me talk for 5 seconds before you rip into me”

“You did have five seconds” Ciel responded.

“Are you pulling my leg? I obviously didn’t mean that literally.”

“Calm down, soldiers.” Ordered Ironwood.

“Hey, at least let me test my new partner.” Brian requested.

“You have the floor.” Ironwood allowed.

“For my Skyline, what would be a better motor: a Wok 12 or a Wok 24?” Quizzed Brian.

“A noodle bar chain does not make motors, Private O’Conner.” Ciel rebuted.

“She’s perfect!” Brian accepted.

“With that matter solved, you are dismissed, soldiers.” Ironwood ended the call. He finished his drink and threw it in the receptacle. “I don't know how you deal with all these kids, Ozpin.” the general said to himself.       

---Jaune’s garage, Commercial District, City of Vale--- 

“Honey, I’m home!”Jaune walks through the dark entryway. He walks past various tools, trophies, spare parts, and the like, each a reminder of the life he’d built in Vale. A lovely girlfriend, a successful business, friends, enemies. All of which skirted around both sides of the law. The encounter with Torchwick and a brief stint in Jail made Jaune think: ‘I should lay low for a while. After this incident, Hobbs is going to chase my shadow more than usual.’ Before Jaune could think of a battle plan, the lights suddenly turned on.

“Happy Birthday, Jaune!” a chorus of voices sing.

Letty, Mia, Vince. All of Jaune’s lifelong friends were standing in front of him.

‘Eh, Hobbs can wait one day’ Jaune quelled. 

“Hmph!” Jaune gave a warm smile.

“ Come on, Tiger. At least pretend you’re surprised.” Mia sassed.

“Sorry, you know it's not my style. Blame ace attorney over there, he spilled the beans while I was at my folk’s place.” he shrugged toward Vince.

“Sorry”  

“What held you up, squirt?” Letty asked.

“Accidently got involved in a Dust robbery, my little Nevermore. Hobbs went ham on the interrogation like he usually does.” Jaune answered.

“I swear, that man has a serious hate boner for all of us. He is so unBEARable.” Letty laughed at her own bad joke and gave Jaune a short kiss on the Lips. “I wouldn’t mind hibernating with YOU, though.”

“Boooo! At least eat some cake, before you eat that cake.” Vince wised.

Jaune cracked a small laugh “Speaking of Cake: Where is it?”.

Right on cue, a door at the back is kicked open. “Felicitations, Friend-Jaune!” chipperly announces Penny. She walks into the room with a full sheet cake.

“You need help there, Pens?” offered Mia.

“No need, Friend-Mia. My pneumatic systems are certified to carry over 14,000 lbs [6.3 metric tons] of weight, I’m birthday-ready!” Penny explained as she put the cake on the table.

“Velvet ice cream cake, my favorite. Let's dig in! Jaune steals a sliver of icing and hastily reaches for a knife.

“Slow down there, Tiger. You know the rules. Heck, you were the one who made them. The first bite has to bless the food”

“Okay!” confirms Jaune.

Everyone holds hands and nods their heads. 

“Father, thank you for somehow keeping us alive for another year and allowing us to celebrate this occasion. Have this food not only nourish our bodies but also our minds, Lord. For the ones that are no longer with us, we pray they are watching over us in your loving embrace. May our engines never fail or our Corona run dry, Amen”

“Amen.” the group confirms.

“Wait, I just realized something. You can eat food, Penny?” Vince asked.

“Affirmative, Friend-Vince. My creator designed that function to fulfill my initial purpose.” Penny answered in a little bit of a sad voice.

“Sorry, I know he is kind of a sore spot for you.” Vince reassured.

“I am okay, Friend-Vince. Thanks to you guys I have plenty of friends now.” Penny gives Vince a bear hug.

“Welp, I can drink to that!” Jaune produces an ice-cold Corona and raises it in the air.

March 15, 2013- Jaune Arc Has a Birthday bash.

Sorry for the massive delay. I had to figure some things out, and I just forgot about this. I’m going to try to get on a consistent monthly upload schedule. Hope you guys are doing well and thank you for reading. Have a blessed day!   

[rexneous]

Claim back humanity's birthright. The Earth is our one home.

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The stars have lost their hold on you. Your choices are FINALLY yours to make.

[rexneous]

Zelles will need allies if she hopes to defy the stars

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This is Zelles, be nice to her.

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What did Jaune say to Hobbs to end up like this?

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Why?

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I did a thing

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Quarter Of A Valean Mile Ch 2

5/9/24                                                        

9 years later 

---Jaune’s garage, Commercial District, City of Vale---  

Darkness. There was only darkness. Then there was light.

“Holy halibut!” Jaune groaned as he arose from his rickety twin mattress. “Man, this is what I get for drinking the cheap stuff, this migraine is killing me.” The Arc stumbles as he changes out of his Pumpkin Pete PJs and into some jeans and a black tank top, trying not to wake his slumbering partner, he looks at her long black hair and pointed lynx ears, then lumbers down the stairs.

“Oh!, hey boss” greeted the gruff-looking teenager. He raised his right arm with a Mistrali-style dragon tattoo to give Jaune a playful jab on the shoulder. “You look like crap.”

“Thanks to yOU buying that cheap Heineken stuff instead of Corona like I asked.”

“You and your Corona obsession will kill you one day.” mocked Vince

“Not today though” Jaune laughed as he took a swig of bottled water. “Did Mia finalize the list of parts we need for Race Wars?  

“Yes, she finished it last night. Right now she’s at the Edge making the arrangements with Harry. How’s Letty doing?”

“In my room sleeping. Had another nightmare, it took me a while to calm her down.”

“Damn, Letty has been attached to your hip since we took you in nearly a decade ago, and it nearly took all that time for you two to become official”

“Letty would kill you if she heard that, but you're right if I hadn't met you guys I would probably be working for Hei or gods forbid Johnny Tran.”

“Come on, I think you would be a handsome biker. Leather compliments your big ass.”

“Shut up HeHeHe”

“Speaking of Hei, you heard his place got demolished last night”

“Really? No way” questioned Jaune

“Yeah. Apparently, some goldie wrecked the place. Sounds like someone you know?” Accused Vince

“That is libel. Just because I’m blonde it doesn’t mean I know all my kind”

“Sorry to burst your but libel is written. When you yap your gums, it’s slander”

“Sorry. I forgot you literally went to law school.  All this talking has made me hungry. What would you want for breakfast, Mr.Goodman?”  

“Breakfast? It's 1:30 in the afternoon Jaune.”

“ Shit! I promised my folks I would meet them for lunch.” Jaune quickly put on his shoes and ran out of the garage. “Look over the garage for me!” he yelled.

---Outside the township of Suburra, Vale---   

Jaune sighed as he sat alone on the airbus in transit to Suburra reeling, trying not to puke all over the floor. This brings back memories of when he went on an Airbus for the first time: when he moved out. It was scary leaving the only home he had ever known but he couldn't not after all the things that happened after that day. He would never forgive those pricks no matter how hard they kissed his parents’ asses. His grandfather, Flavus founded Suburra with his own two hands even when people said it wouldn’t work so far from Vale, but look at it now: a trading hub of the whole known world. For half his life, his home was where he no longer felt he belonged. 

It was a torturous 30-minute ride. 

As the airbus landed Jaune thanked the divines he didn’t embarrass himself. As Jaune exited the terminal, dreading the disaster, he called a cab. As the taxi came near, he saw the license plate read, “Fresh” and had dice in the mirror. Jaune could say this cab was rare but disregarded the thought and hopped in. The taxi driver was blonde and scraggly much like Jaune, and really… talkative: Questioning his business here, am I meeting someone, what do I do for a living? ‘F-ing annoying’ He introduced himself, his name was Orion or something he couldn’t remember. 

Jaune casually glances at his scroll: 2:15 pm. “Damn, I’m going to be late”

“Say no more boss!” exclaimed Orion as he slammed his foot on the accelerator.

“Wait…Nooooooooooo” Jaune screamed before his body was slammed onto his seat.

The cab zipped through the streets, weaving through the afternoon rush like a maven surgeon stitching up a wound. No one on the road could match such speed and ferocity. It was like he became speed itself. Nothing could stop Orion from getting to the destination. Aaaaaand zoomed right past a speed trap.

Jaune’s heart sank at this realization. ‘This would be the most ridiculous way to go down. Letty, Vince, and the rest of the crew would never let this down.’

*WHOOP WHOOP* That was the sound of the police. One of Vale’s finest was now on their tail. “Hahaha bring it on you Culatello Bastard” challenged Orion. The Bee-like vehicle turned corners like a mad dog; left then right, left, right, left, right, left, right. But Vale PD won’t be easily discarded. “Looks like I need to take it up a notch”. Orion waited until he found an intersection ahead to pull a lever revealing something:  N₂O(Nitrous Oxide), simply known as NOS. Orion takes a deep breath, the light turns red and he presses the big red “Release” button. The cab flew past the oncoming cars from the sides leaving the cop to get rear-ended. The officer could only watch helplessly as they got away.

A couple minutes later, the officer stumbles out their door Revealing their copper skin, teal Beret and Combat Skirt, and white boot chaps. “You’re going to pay for that,” they growled. The officer raises their hand to speak into her silver wristwatch “General, Agent Soleil reporting. Status report: phase one is underway. Just as planned” 

---Arc Residence, The Township of Suburra, Vale--- 

          Eventually, they arrived at their destination. Jaune looks at his scroll: 2:50 pm. He exited the vehicle and grabbed his bag. “Hey, you are one crazy cabbie” Jaune approached the driver. “But you are one heck of a driver” Jaune digs in his pockets and produces a business card. “Orion, you should consider a job at my garage, you can nurture your talent there.” Jaune puts the card in Orion’s hand. 

“Do you mean that?” The cabman blushed.

“Arc’s word! How much do I owe ya?”

“That would be Ⱡ5,762” [About 38 USD]

“Sure” Jaune taps his scroll on the cab’s reader.

“Oh, and another thing: the name is O’Conner, Brian O’Conner” Orion Brian drives off into the distance.

Jaune was now alone in front of the imposing Arc estate. Originally they had a smaller house, but after the attack and the new residents, Hunter and Serana decided to upsize. Jaune was initially against the idea but it beats sharing a room with that pancake-loving ginger. She was sweet but could be too much sometimes. Jaune looked at the enormous colonial house, its white and gold paint still fresh and full of vigor. Jaune took a deep breath and unlocked the door with his scroll.

“John John!” a shrill voice called.

‘Well speak of the devil.’ As soon as that thought was finished all breath left Jaune’s lungs and his arms were pinned to his side—the Valkyrie death hug. “Please, I want to live.” 

The Amazon let Jaune down. “Sorry, it has been so long since you’ve been home,” she said sorrowfully. “Come on, Mom and Dad made Flittas they’re like pancakes but you can eat them in the afternoon without judgment.” 

“Nora, I have seen you ate a whole stack as a snack”

Nora drags Jaune into the dining room. “Reality is what I make it to be! HAHAHAHA”

As Jaune regained his senses he froze in awkwardness. He was face-to-face with the people he had been hiding from for nearly a decade. His father was at the head of the table with his mother to their right. 

Hunter stared at his son, his silver eyes aflame with fury. “So after all this time, you decide to return. What have you got to say for yourself, son?” There was a long pause—the tension- thicker than a plate of disco fries. “HAHAHA Just joking around with you boy!”

Jaune rolled his eyes. He still felt a little hungover and had no patience for this nonsense. “Very funny Dad” Jaune gritted his teeth. “So what’s on the menu, pops?”

“Ah yes, the entrées. For today’s supper, we’ll have some crispy Flittas, Ackee and Saltfish, and to top it off fresh Callaloo. All the ingredients were sourced straight from Azure Island.” Hunter said in a faux French accent.

“I’m sure it will be tasty” Jaune sat at the opposite end of the table, and Nora joined him.

“Les serveurs bring out the food!” Hunter claps his hands.

The door to the kitchen sprung open with Ren and Blake with trays of food in their hands. Ren had a pink apron that read: “PLEASE DO NOTHING TO THE COOK” in bold black letters. ‘Did he have that custom-made?’ thought Jaune. He couldn't help but notice they both had their ring finger bandaged. That wasn’t the strange part it was that the bandages didn’t have a speck of blood on them. They silently line up the food on the table. It smelled amazing; the faint saltness, the flakey crust, and the fresh greens came together to make a sensation that would make even a creature of Grimm cry. Ren went to sit next to Nora and Blake went next to him. Nora looked at Ren salivating, this wasn’t because of the food there was something different on her mind. By the end of the night something in fact will be done to the cook.     

“Girls, dinner is ready!” proclaimed the patriarch.

In a flash, red, white, and scarlet-bronze blobs zoom past the visible staircase. Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, and Pyrrha Nikos in the flesh. Weiss was talking to someone on the scroll. She said goodbye and closed the call putting the device in her skirt pocket.

“Hey, Jaune!” said Ruby.

“Good afternoon, Arc.” said Weiss coldly.

“ Oh, Hello again!” said Pyrrha, her cheeks redder than a vial of fire dust and avoiding direct eye contact. 

Jaune couldn’t for the life of him understand what the heck Pyrrha’s deal was. She avoided him most of the time he was around but was polite when he managed to start a conversation.

The girls sat on the parallel side to Jaune with Pyrrha directly in front of him. With everyone present the feast began. Sounds of merriment and warmth fill the room. Nora with But something, Jaune noticed, was missing. 

“Where is Yang?” Asked Jaune

“Yang sneaked out to a nightclub and got caught” replied Ruby

“That just seems like the usual Yang-scapades”

“She also beat up a dozen people including the owner and trashed the place.”

Damn, Vince was right. “Hahaha, that sounds like her. Wish I could’ve seen the fireworks.”

“Trust me you don’t. I was there and the police questioned me. I was so scared. I’m too adorable to go to prison.”

“That's debatable” interjects Weiss.

Man, Weiss is such a pleasure, isn’t she? Jaune looked at his scroll: 3:35 pm 3 unread messages. He looked at his messages: Vince wanted to know when he would be back for cake(it was his favorite: vanilla ice cream and velvet cake). Jaune texted back: in 30 min. 

“Speaking of children. I talked to Whitley earlier, he is coming home from boarding school for his break.”

“He is such a sweet young man. I can't wait to see him again” Serana rejoiced

“ Yeah, he and Ruby are very capable. This is why I organized this special lunch to celebrate her progress in her special training” Hunter’s silver eyes gleamed.

“Thank you, Dad. I appreciate it and what you have done for my sister and the others.

“Cheers!” everyone did a toast.         

The announcement made Jaune sick. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. “Sorry to dine and dash but I got a date with destiny” Jaune gets up and makes a beeline for the door.

“Well, I got to go too. I need the latest Weapon Magazine. This month's issue feature is Pistol-Caliber Carbines”

“Hey Jaune, since you’re going the same why not accompany Ruby?” 

“Sure, Dad” said Jaune who couldn’t find an excuse to say no.

“Yay family road trip” exclaimed Ruby

---Outside the City of Vale---

It was an awkward flight. Ruby tried to make small talk but Jaune wasn’t having it. He plopped in his headphones and curled into a ball hoping not to spill his lunch all over the place.

---From Dust Till Dawn, City of Vale---

They were in front of the shop after a short walk from the airport. 

“Okay, we’re here. Enjoy looking at them firing pins” Jaune turns away from Ruby.

“Pwease >.< big bwothew stay ://// with OwO me XD” pleaded Ruby as she tilted her head and widened her eyes.

Jaune, no matter how hard he could try could resist the temptation of Ruby’s puppy dog eyes. “Okay you win”

“Ha, sucker!” Ruby grabs his hand and Petal Bursts into the store.

“Please Ruby I don’t want to get kicked out.”

The Shopkeep grunted signaling his annoyance.

“Sorry”

At the magazine corner, Ruby became embroiled in the world of weaponry; Vacuan Rifleman, Guns Digest, The SmithBros. Legends, as far as Ruby was concerned. She picked one up gleefully and tore into it as her life depended on it. While Ruby’s mind was entranced Jaune’s mind began to wander: ‘Should I buy some shotgun shells for me and Vince?’ He walks over to the shotgun ammo. ‘Should I get the Winchester Jackal 12 gauge? It’s Ⱡ21,660 for 250 rounds’ [About 140 USD]   

“P-please! Just take my Lien and leave!” cried the Shopkeep.

“Shhh, calm down, we’re not here for your money.” said a gentlemanly voice.

‘Fuck’ Jaune heard there was a rise of dust robberies lately but never thought he would be caught up in one. He turns to identify the assailants: an all-black suit with Red Sunglasses and Tie. ‘Man Junior must’ve fallen unto some hard times after Yang wrecked his behind.’ Jaune then notices a particular ginger man in a white trench coat and black bowler hat. ‘Wait. Is that Roman leading them? Man, Hei must be really desperate to loan his men to him’ Jaune tries to think of a plan to dispatch the goons, but before he can…*Whoosh* a red blur passes him by. ‘Man, she threw herself and the goon out the window. Impressive’ With the rest distracted Jaune puts a mook into a sleeper hold and then slams his head on the floor, knocking him out.

“Oh, so you are here too, Lancelot. Trying to foil another one of my operations, I see.” Says the Gentlemen Thief

“Come on, you know the Kuchinashi job was an accident”

“What you did at Kuchinashi was way more than an accident and you know that Lancelot, And unlike then you and your new little Red friend will stay out of my way” Roman proceeds to raise his cane popping out his iron sights revealing it was also a gun. He proceeds to fire—Jaune ducks behind a shelf. This creates a massive hole in the shop wall. Jaune was scared he was outnumbered, without his weapon, and facing down a criminal mastermind. He wondered if this was how his grandfather felt on that fateful day. No. He couldn’t let himself go there he had to see this encounter through. He rolled from his cover. 

Jaune scanned the room. There, he spotted Torchwick getting away. ‘He’s getting away’ Jaune starts to chase him until he hears a voice

“Help me, Heeelp” beseeched the Shopkeep. Part of the roof caved in on him due to Roman’s theatrics.

Jaune sighed. He had to help the old man. Papa Arc would be ashamed if he didn’t. He effortlessly moved the heavy debris from the Shopkeep and very slowly assorted him out of the premises to avoid injuring him. Jaune laid him out on the sidewalk. He noticed around him Ruby had knocked out all the goons. “Don’t worry an ambulance is on its way”

“Thank you, young man. Go, help your friend I’ll be alright”

Jaune turns to face the shop and is welcomed with the sound of jets. Ruby and an unknown huntress were continuing the fight on the roof. Torchwich and an accomplice were attempting to escape on a bullhead. The mysterious accomplice and the Huntress were exchanging blows. She is too competent to be one of Junior’s men. Explosions and ice spikes were viciously thrown, but the robbers were victorious and disappeared into the night.

“You’re a Huntress! Can I have your autograph?” Jaune could faintly hear Ruby’s voice.

Knowing Ruby was in safe hands Jaune tried to get out of there. He could get to his garage unnoticed he booked it double time.

“Halt! Vale PD. We’re going to detain you for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand?”

‘Man!’ Jaune had the worst of luck on his birthday.

SORRY FOR THE SUPER LATE UPDATE. A LOT HAS HAPPENED SINCE CHAPTER ONE.  I’LL BE BACK WITH MORE SOON. DON'T WORRY IT WON’T TAKE NEARLY A YEAR LIKE THIS  TIME.  ANY SUGGESTIONS OR CORRECTIONS  ARE WELCOMED.  THANK YOU FOR READING!

-REX

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It took me a million years but I did it. Twoearle can't really catch a break.

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Quarter Of A Valean Mile Ch 1

   8/8/23                                                     

---Arc Residence, The Township of Suburra, Vale--- 

It’s lonely to be a child without their parents on their birthday. 

Jaune sighed as he sat on the couch staring blankly into his scroll. His parents left suddenly for an impromptu Huntsmen mission outside Argus, Jaune was told.

That's where his cousin Saphron lived. He wished at least she could’ve visited. 

He understood it was their job but was still bummed out that his parents had to leave, they didn’t even get to watch him blow out the candles.

“Hey, be careful with that!” yelled a strange voice.

Jaune looks out the window to identify the source of the disturbance. He found a group of approximately a dozen cloaked people, two of them had tails and one had visible horns. ‘Just a bunch of Faunus, nothing much’. Jaune went back to watching his show on his scroll.

“Get off your butt couch potato; to the garage. The parts I ordered from Mantle are here” said Papa Arc, Jaune’s grandfather barged into the front room. “You need to get your hands dirty” and swiftly walked down the basement stairwell. 

This perked Jaune right up, he loved hanging out in the garage with his grandfather. It was the epitome of manliness: beer fridge, dartboard, dozens of loose car parts and tools, and his family's sword: Crocea Mors hung on top of the entrance. 

This very weapon has been passed on for many generations: his great-great-grandfather wielded it during the Great War, his great-grandfather, and Papa himself in the Faunus Rights Revolution, he was pretty formidable for a senior citizen; aura was amazing. Jaune’s father was not an appreciator of the classics, so he created his own custom weapon. It has been collecting dust for a decade.

Jaune's parents didn’t like him hanging out in the garage, they thought he would hurt himself so it was a secret between him and Papa. His grandfather let him help with fixing antique cars. Mostly with passing tools since he was only 7, well 8 now. 

As Jaune walked into the garage Papa Arc unveiled something under a tarp. He audibly gasped and stared with excitement.

“You like her, eh little Pete?” Jaune cringed at the mention of that nickname, he only wanted the box tops goddammit. Papa slapped the trunk of the car playfully. “This beast here is 300 horses of Vacuan muscle” Impressive for its time, this car was a work of art; a 383 magnum, rear-drive, manual transmission, and a full roll cage.

“So, do you plan on souping her up for the upcoming circuit?” The child excitedly jumped up and down.

“Yeah but it will be a hard job: I have to replace the original engine with a supercharged 426 Hemi since it’s faster and can run on dust. Just wanna strike while the iron is hot.” The elderly Arc popped the hood of the antique, and quickly the air filled with the smell of gasoline causing the Arc men to wheeze and cough.

‘This is gonna be an all-nighter’ thought the young Arc.

---Fort Arrowfell, Atlas ---  

‘Ironwood you better be alive you bastard’. Scores of  Atlesian Knight-120s and soldiers scour the wreckage for the few survivors of this unprecedented disaster. A bullhead lands in the vicinity; two 30-something blondes step out. The male blonde was approximately 5’3” (1.6 m) tall, with piercing silver eyes, and a scowl that would even put Jacque Schnee to shame. The female blonde was the complete opposite, 6’5” (1.9 m) tall, with blood-red eyes, long curly hair with blue highlights, an obscure band hoodie, and an assured expression.

“How did this happen?” said the fuming male blonde seeing the devastation. An AK120 addressed him “GREETINGS, MR.ARC” “Have you found any survivors?” “PROGRESS REPORT: NO SURVIVORS DETECTED” The man curled up his fist enforcing it with his piercing green aura and punched the android’s head smashing it to pieces. “Fucking clankers!”

“Calm down Hunter they’re alive I just know it,” said the female blonde reassuringly. She tried to look composed but was clearly on the verge of breaking down.

“Thank you Serana.” Hunter let out a deep sigh. “Let’s spread out, you go 2 klicks west and I’ll go south.”

“Aye, Aye captain,” said Serana sarcastically as she brushed away a forming tear.

As the pair begin to split suddenly *KABLAMOOOOOOOOO*. Behind them, in the distance, an explosion in the rubble occurs. The pair quickly ran to the source of the disturbance and prepared their weapons for a fight. They were terrified of what they saw. “Oh my gods!” they cried. It was General Ironwood who was able to clear the rubble with the explosive shot of his white gun: Leges Belli, part of his weapon Due Process. His body was severely burned on his left side…he was barely recognizable. The general rolled to reveal an unconscious Qrow Branwen.

“Come on! We got two WIAs here, and need a medic asap.” barked Hunter. The soldiers quickly get the two on stretchers to transport them to Atlas General Hospital.

The couple then notices a sinkhole in the vicinity: a room. The Arcs look inside it. What they find there will change their lives and the fate of Remnant for years to come.  

---Arc Residence 6 hours later--- 

Jaune and Papa Arc spent most of the evening fixing up the car. Miraculously, you can never tell it was ever in disrepair.

“Want to watch a movie, the one with the cars and crustless tuna sandwiches?” asked the elder

“Yeah, Yeah!” the child screamed

The two cleaned up, went to the front room, and sat on the couch. Papa grabs his scroll, turns on the TV, and flips to a popular streaming service

*booooooooooooooooom*. Debris flies everywhere; the entire front wall of the living room is gone. 

“Holy sh….” Papa quickly turns to shield Jaune. “Jaune to the basement now!”

This sudden turn of events took aback Jaune. ‘Why were they under attack? Who would want him and his family dead?’. Jaune heeding his grandfather’s words bolts for the stairs.  

As soon as Jaune hit the basement floor *Bwaaaaaa craaaaaaack*. Jaune could hear the smashing of glass. Fearing for his grandfather's safety he ran up the stairs only to learn that the door was locked.

“Don’t worry Pete, I'm right behind you. I just need to do something real quick”

“Where are you human? Die like the dogs you are!” boomed an unfamiliar voice. 

Jaune quickly realized who it was, the White Fang. He started to cry “No, papa don’t do this. Come down here. We can hide together.”

“No can do. If I hide, the ruffians will come looking for me and put you in danger” explained the elder Arc.

“How are you going to fight them your outnumbered and don’t have your sword” questioned Jaune

“Hahaha. I survived worse, Pete. I may be old but I still have my skills and training”

This didn’t quell his fears.

Papa’s tone turned serious “Jaune Gaius Arc if I don’t make it  I need you to do something for me. Can you do that?

Jaune nodded his head and gave up a meek little “yes”

“Remember family is everything. Whether it's one bonded by blood or forged by comradery. You must do everything you can to protect it and keep it together. Do you understand?’

Jaune hesitated, he didn’t want to see his grandpa go and get himself hurt

“Do you understand?” repeated the elder. 

“I understand,” said the child solemnly. 

“Okay, I feel more at peace knowing you will live on and uphold the Arc name and honor. Love you Pete” Papa Arc went off to confront the White Fang.

Jaune was alone, so sad and so angry. Why did this have to happen to him to his family? Why was he so helpless? No, not on his watch. Jaune went over to the mantle and reached for Crocea Mors. It was too heavy for a nine-year-old but somehow Jaune was able to just barely carry it. He used all his might to *hack* *hack* *hack* away at the door. He did it. jaune booked it for the front room as fast as he could with the sword in tow. As soon as Jaune turned the corner he screamed in horror at what he saw. Papa was beaten to a pulp and left on the ground barely clinging on to life. ‘How could this happen in such a short time?’. He examined the assailants and found his answer. It was about 4 or 5 White Fang members but something was weird about one of them. He wore a black visor obscuring his face, red hair, and bull horns on his head but, that wasn’t the weird part he appeared to be HIS age and the knife in his hand glowed a searing red, and his stance was weak: clearly he was unsure of himself. ‘How could an 8-year-old beat a seasoned Huntsman, even an elderly one’. The faunus kid lunged at Jaune “Die you damn Arc” he cried. Jaune quickly unsheathed his sword and transformed his shield, and slashed the redhead’s head, crushing the visor, carving right into his face. Taking advantage of the situation, Jaune tries to strike him down but is restrained by one of the older members. They start to pummel him from all around. Hit after Hit the pain starts to spread. The young Arc can only feel anger; his grandfather was dying on the floor, the world has gone mad, and now he is getting beat up for no reason either than they can. Before he could throw himself a pity party he noticed that the redhead was about to stab him. Jaune frantically tried to squirm out of his prison to avoid dying. He could only think of survival as he had to for Papa’s sake and his parents’ sake too. He could feel a sudden surge of energy like the universe itself opened up to him. Before the final blow could be struck a burst of brilliant golden light shot out from him. “Damn, the rat unlocked his aura! Quick boy, use your semblance” exclaimed the thug.

*Boooooooooooooooom* Jaune blacked out.

“*sobbing* Thank the gods you're alive ”. That voice was familiar. It was Jaune’s mother cradling him in her arms. ‘How were they back from Argus so fast?’ Jaune was disoriented from the battle and the sudden unlocking of his aura. It was clear his parents were able to save him in the nick of time.“Is Papa okay?” the Arc asked

The mother’s face formed a grim expression without a word confirming the worst.

“Noooooooooooo”. Jaune was feeling woozy, the shock of it all was too much for him. Before he passed out he noticed something in the corner of his eye, seven child-shaped shadows. The heck?

HELLO THERE, THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TODAY  TO READ THIS. THIS IS MY FIRST FIC AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT.  I REWATCHED THE FAST SAGA TO WRITE  THIS STORY,  MAN… THE FIRST ONE IS WAY… ROUGHER  THAN I REMEMBERED; CAN’T BELIEVE PAPA LET  LITTLE JAUNE WATCH IT. ANY SUGGESTIONS OR CORRECTIONS  ARE WELCOMED. BE BACK WITH MORE SOON.

-REX 

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Here is some fan art of an OC of an OreTwi fanfic that I enjoyed. Disappointed I couldn't find any art of her. I’ll leave the link in the comment in the comments it’s 50 chapters of awesomeness. This took too long to make.

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Rejoice! The bringer of truth has arrived.

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The first face of conspiracy has revealed itself. One down ... nine to go.