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What are Those?! AU: jaune mybe the only dragon faunus in the arc family but just because they don't have the features of a dragon does not mean those humans in the arc family do not have the heart and soul [[ and temper and Sadistic streek ]]of one,

Jacques Schnee finds this out the hard way when he tries to get jaune thrown in jail under false charges so he can take over jaunes business, Jacques Schnee is made an example to the rest of remnant on WHY YA DON'T PISS OFF THE ARC FAMILY

To Shreds You Say?

The tired slowly awoke from its slumber as it heard the soft repetition of several chimes that was its alarm clock. Or, in this case, it was, Jaune Arc’s tone.

The soon to be crowned dragon king rose from his bed, and grabbed his scroll, and register two things: That it was 3:27 in the morning. And, that his father was the one calling him at such an ungodly hour.

Jaune: Yeah…?

The weariness was palpable upon, Jaune’s voice as he yawned. He could see the handsome visage of his father, Acheius Arc staring back at him.

Acheius: ‘Yeah?’ That’s all your pops gets after not seeing him for so long. Not even a ‘hello dad?’

Jaune: Hellos are reserved for those who do not disturb the dead such as you have…

His father gave a short laugh at his comment. He knew his father was just teasing him, but nobody liked being woken up in the middle of the night.

It often meant something unexpected, and unwelcome had happened.

Acheius: See you finally ditched the onesie. About time you grew out of wearing that.

Jaune looked down to see he was bare chested. While he had stopped wearing, the reasons he hadn’t were nothing to do with his father’s words. Mostly.

Jaune: I would still be wearing it dad, but I ‘literally’ grew out of it. That, and I think one of my girlfriends stole it…

He tapped the ever present, and ever growing horns on his head.

Acheius: Ahh yes, your mother mentioned how you were growing more noticeable faunas traits. I must say horns were not on my bingo…?! Wait, did you say ‘girlfriends?’ As in, more than one?

Jaune: Dad while I understand you want to know what’s going on with my life, we both know you didn’t call me this early in the morning to catch up. What is it?

Jaune rubbed his face trying to wipe away the tiredness from his eyes. He father gave him a look before explaining his reasons for waking him up.

Acheius: It’s about that one of your diamond mines.

Jaune: Which mine?

That woke up, Jaune rather quickly. He turned his eyes to fully address his father as he was about to take in every word he was about to say.

Acheuis: The one at north east tip of, Vacuo: Raiders…

Jaune: Raiders Coast. There’s a diamond, and Dust mine located there, as well as a small town whose population mostly works there. What happened; Cave in, Grimm attack, raiders?

While, Jaune was highly protective of his diamond mines, to the point of fanatical, he cared more about the people working in his mines, than the diamonds themselves. A collapsed mine could be mine once again, and reclaimed. Peoples lives however, could not be so easily reclaimed. At most they could give the bodies of the dead a proper burial.

Acheius: A raid happened. Of sorts that is.

Jaune: Of sorts?

Acheius: A group of bandits attacked the mine. Trying to steal the, Dust, not the diamonds. They never touched your diamond vaults.

Jaune: They only went after the, Dust? Odd… They usually go after my diamonds; they’re easier to steal, and fence. Why only the, Dust though.

Acheius: Because they weren’t your typical, ‘raiders.’

Jaune: Explain.

Acheius: They were too organized, and disciplined to be your usual raiders. Not to mention all of them basically carried the same type of equipment: From weapons, to uniforms, to gear. Practically all identical.

Jaune: Identical…? Hmmm…

Jaune racked his mind as he pondered this information. A well organized, armed, and disciplined militia. That was an interesting tidbit of information.

There were dozens of gangs of bandits; large, and small in number strewn all about the desserts of, Vaccuo. But, only a few matched such a description. There was the, Bloody Skulls, they tended to be rather uniform in their appearance. There was the Dune Raiders, they had a lot of standardized equipment under their belts. The Scorpions were another, who followed this same rule, but their members tended to be branded with scorpion tattoos, and if it was one of them his father would have mentioned it. The Crowns had a habit of attacking his, Dust mines. But, just like the rest, he, and his family had hunted them down to extinction.

But, who ever attacked him only attacked the, Dust mine, not the diamond mine. Which left him with only one culprit left. The one person who would do anything do steal one of his, Dust mines.

Jaune: Jacques…

Acheius: Jacques? As in, Jacques Schnee? You think he is behind this?

Jaune: The bastard has been trying to get a foothold into, Vaccuo’s Dust mines for years, not to mention I am his biggest rival. Him taking one of my, Dust mines by force, and gaining a foothold in, Vaccuo is a two birds one stone scenario for him.

Acheius: Hmm… That makes sense. Luna’s been tracking the money that’s been deposited into their coffers, and she said it came from some company called, ‘Hybrid Enterprises.’ They’re registered as a, Atlasian company. Ring any bells?

Jaune: No, I’ve never heard of that company before.

: That’s because its a dummy corporation.

Jaune: A dummy corporation?

Acheius: I-Is someone with you, Jaune?

Jaune: Uhh…?

Jaune felt an arm wrap around his body as a head rested upon his shoulder. He could feel her bare chest against his back as his face was flush red. Not so much because he had a beautiful woman resting against him, more so because he had beautiful woman resting her body against him, and she was naked, and he was in the middle of a video call with his freaking father!

But, other than that things were okay.

Acheius: And… who are you…?

: My name is, Willow, Willow Schnee. You must be, Jaune’s father. Mr…?

Acheius: Acheius Arc…

Jaune: H-How do you know they’re a dummy corporation, Willow?

Jaune decided to take control of the conversation before it went somewhere he did not want it to go.

Willow: Because my… husband founded it. He uses them for all his shady back room deals: Bribery, stealing, blackmail, threats… various deplorable things such as that.

Acheius: It doesn’t surprise me that, that bastard would have such associates under his payroll. So he must have used this dummy corporation to hire these mercenaries.

Willow: They may not be mercenaries per-say. Tell me, did they have any badges on their uniforms, any iconography?

Acheius: No, their uniforms were clean of such items. But, there was a tattoo of a white raven on one severed arms of one of them, does that ring any bells, Mrs. Schnee?

Willow: Hmmm… White ravens…? Ah! Winter’s Cawl. They’re a private military force that’s under the, quote control of, Hybrid Enterprises. Really its under, Jacques’s control as his personal hitman army.

Jaune: He has an army?!

Willow: No, more than a couple hundred strong militia. But, they are well equipped for a group their size.

Jaune: Damn… I need to speed up the timetable for making my own military force then… Wait, severed? Did you cut off that guys arm dad?

Acheius: Ah no, that wasn’t me.

Jaune: Then who did it?

Acheius: Thiriana did it. A gunshot went off, and accidentally clipped her hair, singeing a bit of it, and… you know how protective of their hair they are.

Jaune: Ahhh… That explains that.

A small shiver of fear ran through his body as, Jaune remembered the hell the female members of his family raised when something happened to their hair.

Twas a horrifying sight to see.

Willow: I assume you left some of these ‘bandits’ alive to be interrogated?

Acheius: I tried to do so… but…

Jaune: What did my sisters do?

Acheius: More so what the bandits attempted to do. Several of them were using some of the miners children as hostages, and well, Thiriana, and Janette went feral.

Jaune: Ahh…

Acheius: Yeah…

Jaune: Were they quick?

Acheius: They weren’t quiet…

Jaune: Bloody hell…

Willow: Are all, Arc woman so violent?

JA: Yes.

Willow: Oh my…

Acheius: Unfortunately, we know who did it, but we don’t have any proof to convict, Jacques of ordering this attack on one of your mines.

Jaune: Dammit…

A low growl escaped his lips as he mulled over this information. They had information to convict, Jacques Schnee to various crimes, but they were all speculative however, easily dismissible in a court of law. One more the bastard would get away with things.

Or, so he thought.

A ringing sound soon went off on his father’s scroll, he quirked an eyebrow at the caller before he answered it.

Acheius: It’s your sister.

Jaune: Which one?

Acheius: Luna. I’ll put her on a combined call.

As he said that, Jaune was met with the sight of his sister, Luna who was looking positively radiant as she gave a pearly smile to the camera.

So long as one ignored all the blood on her face.

Luna: Hi Dad! And, hi, Ja…?! Oh… is… is that Mrs. Schnee. Willow Schnee of SDC draped over your shoulder…

Luna: Naked…?

Willow: I seduced a handsome young man that really, really knows how to show a woman a good time~! There’s nothing else to it.

Luna: S-She seduced you…?!

Jaune: No comment.

Luna: But, how did…?!

Jaune: No. Comment.

Luna: I shoved, Jacques into a cell, and you shoved it into his wife… The fuck is going on…?

Acheius: Wait, what did you say, Luna?

Luna: I uhh… I threw, Jacques into a cell.

JA: …

Willow: And, why is he in a jail cell?

Luna: Tried to bribe me for control of one of, Jaune’s, Dust mines. It was a poor bribe so I told him to shove it up his ass. He didn’t take too kind to that, so he told his ‘associates’ to convince me to ‘accept’ his deal. And, well… Long story short; the main office at the, Kantor Mines needs to be remodelled. And, Jacques Schnee is… currently being pelted with tomatoes as he is suspended ten feet in the air in a cage.

Willow: I see… So, how much do I have to pay for his release?

Luna: Ohh direct hit to the groin…

Jaune: Luna.

Luna: Huw? Oh yeah! Let’s see… Damage to the main office at. Kantor Mine. Shouldn’t be much to pay off. About three thousand Lien.

Acheius: You’re forgetting about all the havoc he caused at, Raiders Coast.

Luna: What happened at, Raiders Coast?

Acheius: You didn’t hear? I thought one of your sisters would have told you. It was attacked by a mercenary gang run by the, SDC.

Luna: Ahh, send me a list of the damages, and I’ll make a list of damage fees to send to, Jacques for him to pay.

Acheius: Alright, I’ll go…?

Willow: A moment if you will.

Acheius: What is it, Mrs. Schnee.

Willow: Why don’t you have, Jacques pay off the damages he has committed with some good old… manual labour~?

Jaune: You want him to work off his debt?

Willow: Indeed. The crimes he committed shouldn’t be simply payed off with money, they should be payed off with hard, back breaking labour.

Luna: But, his bill will be in the thousands, possibly the tens of thousands?!

Willow: So he will be working at this debt for years to come? Oh, what a shame.

Acheius: …

Luna: …

Acheius: Okay.

Luna: Seems reasonable.

Acheius: We still have to let, Atlas know that we have him in our custody.

Willow: And, tell them the SDC is doing everything in its power to get his… eventual release. Somewhere between six months to a year.

Luna: Okay, I can do that. Anything else I should tell him?

Willow: No, now if you’ll excuse me, I just got a rather invigorating second wind~!

Jaune: Second wind? What are you… Ahh?!

And, with in his question, Jaune yelped in alarm as he felt a beautiful lady’s hand descend lower to grab something particularly long, and hard in her hand.

Jaune: I-Igottagonowguys.Bye!

And, with that the call was cut on, Jaune’s wnd leaving the father daughter duo to look at each other with bewildered expressions across their faces.

Luna: Uhh… what just happened?

Acheius: I don’t… oh… Oh that’s what happened…

Luna: What happened?

Acheius: Quite simple. Learning that her husband is now in jail, giving, Willow time to take back her company has left her in a euphoric state of mind.

Luna: Oh, good for her. Getting rid of that bastard will do wonders for the world!

Acheius: Luna. She got off to the fact her husband is in jail, and wants to sleep with your brother again…

Luna: Dad, I fucking know that, I just didn’t want to think about my brother sleeping with a woman!

Acheius: Oh…

Acheius: Yeah, I don’t want to think about, Jaune sleeping with a woman your mothers age either.

Luna: The fuck did you have to say THAT?!!

Acheius: Whoops…

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shadydirt · 4 years

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A continuation from yesterday’s prompt! (Which you can find here)

Day 7 - Free Day

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[27(8) DOS - Day 7]

/Hurt II/

When Marrow woke up the first thing he heard was an annoying steady pace of beeps.

He recognized the sound, a fire alarm.

His eyes shot open in an instant, taking in the situation he found himself in. He was in an unfamiliar room, he could smell bacon but no fire, he heard people talking in another room.

“Great, hun, you’re going to wake the girls.” A woman’s voice.

He could hear a man's laughter follow suit, “Why, yes, but I do suppose they’re used to it by now.”

There was no fire, he concluded at the sound of casual chatter, someone burnt their breakfast.

While that was certainly a relief, he did find himself racking his brain for an answer as to where he was. His headache and sore muscles reminded him he’d had a long day at work, that he’d gone out with some of his old squad-mates to a cop bar in their precinct. He must’ve drunk too much, he couldn’t remember much after arriving.

He looked around the cramped room, warm golden streeks flowed through swaying white curtains with an orange floral pattern, they skitted over the white-sheeted bed, hitting a large old looking ebony dresser with photo frames and various trinkets littered about on top. The dresser was only a few feet from the queen-sized bed he sat on that’d been jammed into the corner farthest from the door, yet it was on the opposing wall. Marrow figured the room had to have been only a ten by ten-foot square- small for a bedroom.

The door was painted white wood to match the white molding around the room, a soft yellow paint having been used for the walls themselves. At the foot of the bed, he noticed a large ebony bookshelf -clearly, a matching set to the dresser- that had been packed full of books, a deep blue beanbag pushed up against its side with a couple of books on it as well. There was a nightstand- painted bright white and obviously too modern to match the rest of the furnishings- to his left, on the only side of the bed one would exit from seeing it was surrounded by wall, wall, and bookshelf.

On the nightstand was a small lamp, the shade decorated with stickers of cop cars and fire engines, something leftover from childhood he assumed, and three items he recognized very well. His phone, his badge, and his gun.

By the brothers above he got drunk and left his gun out in the open for some stranger to take? He felt his chest tighten at the thought of all the things that could’ve gone wrong. What had he been thinking? He could’ve been shot or gotten someone else shot for that matter. Not to mention the trouble he’d get in for being so reckless.

“Sweetheart,” He could hear the woman’s voice again, followed by mumbling of another, “Just where do you think you’re going with those?” She didn’t speak in a harsh tone, it was soft, motherly.

“Moooooom,” That voice was familiar, even as tired and drawn out as it sounded. “I’ll only be a minute.” Jaune Arc. That had to have been his partner, no doubt about it. He heard the padding of footsteps coming closer, and he looked over to the door. This was Jaune Arc’s house. He realized, watching the door open, his very disheveled partner walking in with one hand on the doorknob and the other holding two mugs by the handles. Those were his parents he heard. “You’re awake,” Jaune smiled at him, pushing the door closed.

This wasn’t the pristine over-achieving detective with jelled up hair and a clean uniform without a button out of place, tie always held in with a clip that he had come to know since he transferred. This man had messy bed-head -half of which was falling in his face- and he wore a pair of baggy sweatpants and a hoodie, one sleeve pushed up to his elbow while the other had been down to his palm.

“Uh-” Marrow had to clear his throat, scratchy as it always was in the morning. The blond offered him one of the mugs silently, still smiling. He took it carefully, mind racing with a million things to say. How did he get here? Why was he here? What exactly transpired last night? “Yes?” It came out as a question and he cocked his head to the side, staring up at his partner.

He noticed Jaune stifling a laugh at that, setting the remaining mug on the nightstand. “You don’t remember much, do you?” The younger moved to drag the beanbag close, discarding the books onto the floor.

“I don’t even remember talking to you after I punched out.” Marrow admitted with a sigh, looking into the mug he’d been given. Coffee, by the smell, It looked light, too. He brought it up to his lips, unsure of heat and taste. Jaune took pause, still smiling but clearly thinking, focus on his own mug.

“It’s a long story.” The other finally seemed to settle on, waving vaguely around the small bedroom. Jaune’s bedroom, Marrow figured, it being a tad too personal to make for a guest room. “We share a shift in about an hour though,” He added, “So perhaps you should focus on getting dressed,” He stood, “I’ll let you use the shower if you’re quiet. If my mom sees you it’s all over.” He chuckled.

Marrow glanced about the room again. “Jaune,”

“Yes?”

“My clothes,” The older didn’t see them anywhere.

“Oh!” His eyes opened wide in realization. “I washed them when I woke, I’ll go get them I’m sure the dryer’s done by now.” With that Marrow was left alone again, blinking as he thought about the interaction they’d just shared.

How long had Jaune been awake before then, to have washed and dried his clothes?

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When Marrow woke up the first thing he heard was an annoying steady pace of beeps.

He recognized the sound, a heart monitor.

His eyes slowly opened, wincing at the bright white lights he found himself under, taking in the situation he found himself in. He was in an unfamiliar room, it smelled of latex and cleaners. Definitely a hospital, he could hear people talking out in the hall, but they were just passing by conversations, nothing he could really make out.

He looked around the small room from his place propped up in a hospital bed, noting that he was alone, surrounded by medical equipment- nothing other than vital measurements and an I.V. actually hooked up to him- and a few chairs. The room was rather dull, tile floors and white painted walls, there was a television mounted on the wall in front of him, a whiteboard was mounted near it with a nurse’s name with times she would be by on her rounds and a few other things that Marrow couldn’t make out with the size that the writing was.

“Yes,” He could hear a man’s voice above the others, “With some rest and physical therapy he should be back to where he was before.” He sounded professional, like a doctor.

“Right,” Jaune. Marrow’s heart skipped a beat, eyes moving quickly to the open door that he had yet to see the blond’s frame in. “Thank you.” He heard footsteps moving closer before watching his very disheveled partner walk in, one paper cup in each hand. “You’re awake,” Jaune smiled at him, moving closer.

This wasn’t the sweet early-rising bedmate with messy bed-head and baggy clothes that never fit him right, one piece or another always having been stolen the night prior that he had come to know since that morning back in May. This man had hair that was at one point jelled to stile but had now been picked through -sticking this way and that- and he wore a stained policeman's uniform, short sleeves revealing a decent amount of what looked to be dried blood that smeared his arms.

“Uh-” Marrow had to clear his throat, scratchy from lack of use. The blond set one of the cups down on a small wheeling table that was currently resting to Marrow’s left. Jaune looked relieved, to say the least. What had happened to get him into the hospital? “Yes?” It came out as a question and he cocked his head to the side, staring up at his partner.

The other man chuckled softly and Marrow felt a sense of Deja Vu come over him. “You don’t remember much, do you?”

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