“Dialogue”
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[Yang]
I couldn't help but chuckle when Ruby mentioned Jaune's plans to win his first fight.
It wasn't out of spite, but it seemed ridiculous. Cardin couldn't be considered the finest warrior in the room, that title was reserved for me and perhaps the cereal girl. Still, he was pretty powerful, and his Semblance, combined with his judicious use of Dust crystals, had given him plenty of triumphs.
Pyrrha and I were the only two who never lost a fight against Cardin. Blake and Nora had an even chance, while Ruby, Weiss, and Ren usually lost two-thirds of their battles. It wasn't that they lacked skill or strength, but whenever they let their guard down, Cardin’s fire wave pushed them out of the ring.
I couldn't help but laugh, and Ruby responded with a cute pout. She warned me that I'd regret it later.
“Oh damn!” I couldn't believe the result and spoke my thoughts aloud.
The fight was anything but ordinary, and at times, I could empathize with Cardin. Jaune's actions seemed underhanded and unscrupulous, but in the end, that doesn't matter.
He's been tricked, he's been backstabbed, and he's been quite possibly bamboozled.
Jaune kicked his ass and emerged victorious.
As I gazed at the knight, he grinned like a buffoon. He was thrilled beyond measure, like someone who had won the lottery and couldn't wait to tell their loved ones. Despite his silliness, Jaune was smart enough to teach me today that attacking head-on wasn't always the best course of action.
With the class dismissed, we met in the hallway as usual. Everyone was happy and proud of Jaune's victory.
“JAUNE!” Ruby yelled, pouncing onto his neck and embracing the Dorky Knight.
My eyes popped as I stared at the scene before me. Ruby and Jaune were being pretty chummy, calling him her 'first friend at Beacon', it only solidified that Ruby needs some more pals.
“Well, would you look at that?” Jaune spun around with delight, holding Ruby in his arms like she was some kind of princess. “My first victory, and I already have such a beautiful rose thrown at me.”
“Ah!” Ruby squealed embarrassed. “Jaune!”
The tiny grim reaper blushed and tried to hide her face as everyone around burst out laughing at the situation.
Well… everyone except for me and Pyrrha. The champion seemed to be witnessing the most heinous act of her life, and despite sharing the cereal girl's dislike, I definitely didn't feel it as intensely as she did.
“Jaune? We need to talk about your fight.” The jealous partner commented. “I am delighted that you won, but you could have used more assertive strategies and had a quicker victory over Cardin. It would be advantageous for you to review the peculiarities of this fight. Just the two of us.”
Was she trying to sound sophisticated to hide her feelings? My attention started to drift at the end, but then I realized that all she wanted was some private time with her crush.
“Clever girl.” I whispered, grinning at her.
Carefully, Jaune put my sister back on the ground before responding to his partner.
“Today was important for me to demonstrate the effectiveness of my special ammunition.”
“Pyrrha, while I agree with you and feel nauseated for indulging this dolt-.” Weiss began before getting cut off.
“I will make sure to force you use insults that are more up-to-date next time we sign a contract.”
“Ha!” I exclaimed to the ice queen.
Some might call this childish behavior, but I call it a top-notch burn.
“As I was saying!” the heiress complained, glaring at Jaune, as if she dared him to interrupt again. “Today's recording will be sent to potential buyers, so Jaune had his 'equipment' fight for him.”
“Who's interested in buying such unconventional ammunition?” the green ninja asked.
“To maintain professionalism, let's avoid mentioning names-.”
“Atlas Army.” Jaune interrupted her again.
“ARC!” Weiss shouted, turning to him.
In sequence, they began to argue as if they were an old couple who had started a business together.
During their discussion, I took a closer look at the leader of Team JNPR. Unlike the first day, he was now comfortable in his position and with his teammates. Ruby and Weiss had also gotten closer to him, and even Blake had taken an interest in him.
Not that the ninja girl on my team had gone to talk to Jaune to get to know him better.
That would be too normal for her, too ‘mainstream’.
One day, I 'found' her scroll unlocked and discovered that she owned the Knightshade profile, the account that used to post photos of students, both men and women, in compromising positions, but lately, it had been very focused on a blond squire.
Everyone had access to the photos of Jaune working out with Professor Port, but on the day she posted the professor helping him stretch, a yaoi fanfic thread was created.
“Ish.” I shudder just thinking about what's written there.
“Are you okay?” Blake asked.
“I'm fine, and I hope you've washed your hands.”
As if she were the most innocent person in the world, the number one stalker voyeur of Beacon stared at me, confused.
“Why do you keep saying that to me?”
“It is the same reason you keep your nails so short.”
Belladonna gazed at me, confused, but then she looked at her fingers, trying to figure out what I meant.
“Oh, Blake,” I commented, sighing disappointed. “For someone who consumes a significant amount of pornographic material, you are a fool.”
She responded by scowling and rolling her eyes.
The walk to the cafeteria was filled with laughter and comments at Cardin's expense, the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.
That is…
Until a male hand pulled me by the arm.
“I need you.” was whispered in my ear.
Taken by surprise, I blushed, but as soon as I calmed down, I was furious with the asshole who thought they had the right to grab me like that out of nowhere. In anger, I turned around and found the man of the moment, Jaune Arc.
“I need to talk to you.” he whispered again, this time close to my face.
The male figure was larger, bigger than I remembered, his calloused hand held my arm firmly without hurting me. Has he always been this tall? Blake's photos made it clear that the guy had gained some muscles, but in person, he was more… ‘yummy’.
“Yang, did you hear me?” Jaune asked, releasing my arm.
As soon as he let go of me, I found myself biting my lower lip and running my eyes up and down him. Despite being a little embarrassed, I had no regrets. The big sis here has been on a drys peel since initiation, and in front of me was a hunky blond who could potentially quench my thirst.
“Oh, yes, of course.” I replied as I composed myself. “What do you want to talk about?”
“It's a delicate matter. Could we talk somewhere else?”
Delicate?
“Just the two of us, please?” Jaune seemed to be worried.
Looking to the side, I noticed a certain Mistralian Champion watching us suspiciously.
A cruel idea popped into my head. I didn't have anything against a private conversation with Jaune, but… I could also have a little fun.
“No problem, you don't have to beg. It would be a HUGE pleasure to assist you.
The last word may have come out louder than I planned, but watching the color drain from Pyrrha Nikos's horrified face was priceless.
I grabbed his arm and nestled it between the 'merrymakers sisters', Yara and Yelena.
Without knowing the subject, I pulled Jaune away from the teams, where we could have some privacy.
“YANG! Where are you going?” Ruby asked from inside the cafeteria.
“Is he building a harem?”
“Blake, don't-.” Valkyrie tried to stop the comment, but it was too late.
CREEEEK!
The cafeteria doors were enveloped in a black glow before being torn from their hinges.
I'm starting to notice a pattern, when Jaune shows some rizz, metallic things are thrown around as if we were in a horror movie.
Hmm… it must be nothing.
Once we were alone away from the main building, I released his arm.
“Speak, loverboy, what do you need?”
I wanted to wrap up this conversation quickly. Even though I didn't have anything personal against Jaune and loved to annoy Nikos, I still didn't forgive him for putting me in the friend zone.
“So…” Jaune said, embarrassed. “You may have heard that Ruby has been helping me with marksmanship lessons.”
I nodded, it was interesting to see Jaune so timid and awkward. Usually, he either didn't understand the situation or said absurd things to show confidence. This side of him was kind of cute.
“When we were practicing, Ruby told me that you trashed a bar before Beacon's school year.”
I widened my eyes instantly.
“That traitor! I'm going to set her comics on fire.”
“NO!” Jaune shouted, holding me by the shoulders.
With ease, he lifted me off the ground and looked at me seriously.
“You're not going to do anything to her.”
His voice was heavy and full of authority, and his hands were tightly gripping my shoulders. I had no doubt I could escape from him, but…
There was a part of me that didn't want to.
Just as suddenly as it had appeared, all that seriousness disappeared from Jaunes face. He blinked both eyes in my direction and put me back on the ground carefully, stepping back two paces.
“Sorry.” He said, sad, unable to look me in the eyes. “A relative did something similar to me a long time ago, so I got a little… worked up.”
“It's alright.” I replied softly, almost whispering.
What would he do to me if I broke the famous collection of movies that Team JNPR had in their dorm room?
I shudder at the thought.
“Could you pass on the bar's contact information?”
“That's it?” I complained out loud, disappointed. “No problem,” I said to Arc.
“Thank you.” The blond said.
“What's up with all this drama? You're a Huntsman in training, you can drink.”
“It's just that I'm going to take Cardin there.”
“WHAT?” I exclaimed in surprise. “You're going out to drink with Vale's biggest jerk?”
“My plan is to settle my issues with him. After your attack, this bar must have improved its security. If Cardin became violent, it is probable that they can handle the situation.
My brain fried instantly.
“What do you mean 'settle '? You want to be friends with Cardin?”
Jaune looked down and sighed heavily, as if he were stressed about something.
“I just don't have time for this crap!” Jaune exclaimed loudly.
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The statement carried a weight that didn't match the lovable goofball we all knew.
“I'm not going to waste my time at Beacon worrying about a ginger piece of shit who's out to get revenge on me because of his popularity.”
…
“Wow!” Thinking that way, Cardin became even more pathetic. “What's the plan?”
“A sincere conversation.”
“Really?” I asked incredulously.
“Hard liquor.”
I turned my head to the side, scrutinizing him, trying to find something hidden in his plan.
“Think it through, Jaune. Do you really believe you can deal with Cardin Winchester with some drinks?”
Looking at me with those big blue eyes, Jaune responded without hesitation.
“Wanna bet?”
His voice exuded confidence, and his face didn't bear the usual goofy smile but rather a sadistic one, accompanied by a hungry look.
You should show this side more often.
“Sure, why not?” I shrugged. “If you win, I'll give you a kiss on the cheek.” I punctuate the sentence by pursing my lips and blowing him a kiss.
I hoped to finally break through his facade, but Jaune only widened his smile and pointed his finger at me.
“If you win, I will help you find the person you're looking for.”
I froze instantly, my mouth moved, but no sound came out. I felt a twinge of pain in my heart at the proposal.
“Ruby?” I whispered uncertainty.
He shook his head in response.
Despite the relief that my younger sister hadn't betrayed me, I was still wide-eyed and overwhelmed by the surprise. After a brief period of irregular breathing, I attempted to regain my composure and finally articulated myself.
“H-h-how?” I asked, stammering.
“I don't know this bar, but I know its reputation as a place to buy and sell information.” Jaune replied, relaxing his shoulders and returning to his normal self. “You don't strike me as the kind of person who sells information, so you were probably there to buy it.”
“And how did you know I was looking for someone?”
“That was a wild guess.”
…
“A guess?!” I shouted indignantly.
“Usually, people who buy information are looking for something or someone.” He replied, crossing his arms and giving his usual goofy smile. “So it was a 50% chance.”
CRUNCH!
His ribs made a loud noise when my punch connected with Dork Knight's torso.
“JESUS! Are you crazy?” Jaune complained, activating his Aura to begin the healing process.
“Sorry, it's a delicate matter, you know… like your ribs.” I replied in a cold and threatening tone.
“Understood! But I mean it, I can help you.” Jaune said, removing his hand from his stomach and deactivating his Aura.
He had already healed himself? That's quite fast, even though I had only cracked his ribs.
“How?”
“Yang, I'm the guy who entered Beacon with no training, has the Mistralian Champion as a partner, and will never have to worry about money again since Weiss Schnee wants to invest in everything I've created and will create.” The blonde affirmed, puffing out his chest with pride. “That's only possible if I'm a well-connected guy… or the luckiest idiot in the world.” He concluded with a warm laugh.
Still in shock, I couldn't find a reason to disagree with him.
“Do you think you can…” I stopped speaking, hesitating for a moment.
I lowered my head, trying to hide from the inquisitive blue eyes. Can Jaune find her? And even if he has the means to find her, can I trust him?
“Why will you help me in exchange for a bar's contact?” I asked, full of doubt and a trembling voice. “Something you could find if you weren't too lazy to look more carefully at your Scroll?”
At the end of the sentence, the accusatory tone of my voice revealed my insecurity about the situation.
“Actually…” He said, scratching his head sheepishly. “The part about laziness is true, but I also want to help you for another reason.”
My anger and insecurity disappeared from me, and now my mind was filled with fearful curiosity. I bet this jerk wants some kind of favor to “relieve” himself. A kiss won't be enough, he'll want at least a blowjob.
“Why do you want to help me?” I asked, apprehensively.
"Because I can."
…
With my right hand, I started to massage the headache that had started to appear on my forehead.
“Repeat.” I commanded the source of the headache.
“Because I can.” he said, shrugging.
“I don't understand you, Jaune. Wasn't it enough that you put me in the friendzone-.”
“It's not my fault.” Jaune said, raising his hands in surrendering. “You offered yourself for a coffee.”
…
What?
“You need to value yourself more-.”
CRUNCH!
“FUCK! Again, why the ribs?
The blond knight was bent over once more, with his Aura focused on his ribs, repairing them once more.
“I want to help, you crazy bitch-.”
“Raven,” I whispered to him. “The person I'm looking for is Raven Branwen.”
Jaune ceased his complaints as soon as I revealed whom I was looking for. He seemed to be taken aback by my response, as if he expected more resistance from me to reveal the name.
I don't blame him for thinking that way, Raven is a sensitive subject, and even though I disclosed her name, I won't go into details about why I'm looking for her or my connection with her. I'm not ready to open up in that way.
“Your mother?”
…
“How do you know?” I asked, mouth agape.
“Your uncle, Qrow Branwen, is one of the most powerful Huntsmen in the Kingdom. If this woman has the same last name, she must be your mother.”
Take a deep breath, Yang. I know you're frustrated, but use all the patience you have left not to punch his ribs again.
“I was quite surprised when I found out you were related to the Queen of the Bandits.”
“YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS!” I screamed hysterically.
Jaune stepped back as if my shout had hurt his ears.
“The exact location, no, but I know the region in Mistral where she operates with the rest of her tribe of thieves.”
A tribe of thieves? My mother leads a gang?
Jaune raised his hand and, using his Semblance, materialized a wanted poster of my mother. Without ceremony, I took the poster from his hand.
Black hair, red eyes, a sword, and a sour expression.
I had no doubts, it was her. She looked just like the photo of Team STRQ, only older and grumpier.
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As the image dissipated, I brought my right hand back to my forehead and resumed massaging the headache, which was even more intense now.
“Why did you say all that? What will you do if you lose the bet?”
“Simple,” he replied, puffing up his chest. “I won't.”
[Professor Ozpin]
The setting sun's light streamed into my office as my greatest hope and my greatest fear sat across from me, sharing a cup of coffee.
I suppose it is an exaggeration to say that, the greatest threat to humanity was still the Queen of the Grimm, who was not only immortal but also the most powerful magic user in all of Remnant.
“I know that young people have better things to do on a Friday night than talk to an old professor like me.” I said, trying to break the silence in a friendly manner.
“Most young people weren't conscripted into a secret war by a millennia-old wizard.” Jaune replied in a sarcastic tone.
It was good to know that despite his jokes and relaxed demeanor, Jaune Arc was aware of his responsibilities.
From my drawer, I retrieved a file and opened it on the table. Jaune examined the papers and then looked at me with a raised eyebrow, curious about their content.
“This is Professor Goodwitch's report and some observations from Professor Port on your performance during your first month.”
Jaune took a deep breath, as if he was feeling uncertain.
“On the first day of private training, Peter mentioned that you were someone who had led a sedentary life, and Glynda noted that you had deplorable control of your Aura and that it was more fragile than usual.”
“Yes,” Jaune replied somberly and emotionlessly, looking down. “Glynda said that my Aura was absorbing between 57% and 62% of what it should.”
On the first day, I had the impression that Mr. Arc was a proud and self-assured young man, given that he held knowledge of Remnant's future in the palm of his hand and knew my greatest secrets.
That's why I was surprised when Peter and Glynda's reports informed me that the boy was insecure, anxious, and self-critical to a degree that was damaging to his morale.
“To correct this, you did nothing but train during your first month at Beacon,” I commented, smiling at him. “But I think this comment wouldn't be 100% accurate.”
Jaune's doubtful gaze was replaced by surprise as I turned the page in the file. On both pages, I had clippings of headlines from prestigious newspapers and tabloids from Vale and Atlas.
'Heiress of the S.D.C. Spotted in a Romantic Meeting with Possible Fiancé?!'
'Scandal: Billionaire Heiress Caught in a Romantic Encounter.'
'$50,000 Reward for a Photo of Weiss Schnee with Her Fiancé.'
'Marriage Between the Atlas Heiress and the Vale Huntsman?'
'White and Gold! A young blonde man is going to marry Weiss Schnee?'
“By the way, congratulations on your engagement.” I added, staring at the surprised young man.
“Oh, no.” Jaune complained aloud.
His tone was trembling and filled with regret. Perhaps the young man valued his privacy and anonymity more than I thought.
“Weiss is going to kill me.”
“Hmm…” I grumbled unintentionally. “What's the problem?”
“The problem is that I'm not engaged to Weiss!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in despair. “We're not even dating, let alone planning a wedding.”
I couldn't help but burst into a low chuckle at the young Huntsman's situation.
“I'm sure Miss Schnee will handle this situation with great calm and maturity.”
“Are we talking about the same girl who almost marched to your office to force you to make her leader?”
…
“Let's change the subject.”
“Thank you,” Jaune muttered, sliding down a bit in his chair.
I would rather not keep the young man in my office all night, I had noticed he had a tendency to reveal secrets when angered.
“Besides commending you for your efforts in catching up with your peers during the first month, I'd like to inform you that our three targets have been spotted at Haven Academy.”
In response, Jaune sat up straight in his chair and stared at me with seriousness and an otherworldly intensity. There he was, the young man who had revealed all my secrets while demanding his own.
“Is Qrow keeping an eye on them?”
“Yes.” I replied, bringing my cup to my lips before continuing. “And don't worry, Qrow is my top agent, and even Salem has no idea of his infiltration abilities.”
As soon as I finished speaking, I took a long sip of coffee while waiting for the young man's response.
“Are you talking about his ability to turn into a bird?”
PUFFFF!
Taken by surprise, I spit out the hot coffee, but at least I was quick enough to cover my mouth and prevent it from staining the important documents on the table. The downside was that my hand and clothes were now covered in coffee.
“How?”
“I'm not going to reveal it yet, but I recommend keeping an eye on Headmaster Leonardo Lionheart, he's a traitor who will send many Huntsmen to their deaths in the near future.”
The frustration and exhaustion from Mr. Arc's secrets were already getting on my nerves.
“Hmm.” I mused, realizing that I was a bit of a hypocrite. “Do you think Salem is already in contact with him?”
“Likely. A Grimm Seer, hidden in a closet in his office, will be proof of that.
I glanced at my cup and pondered for a moment about adding whiskey to my drink whenever I scheduled meetings with Mr. Arc.
While I would be eternally grateful if everything he said was true and could be avoided, it was still stressful to have these bombshells dropped on me so directly.
“Is there anything else you'd like to discuss, or can I go now?”
“Any future events you can share with me?”
“Hmm,” Jaune murmured, scratching his neck. “How long until the Forever Fall excursion?”
“4 days.”
“How long until students from the other schools start arriving?”
“2 weeks.”
“All right,” Jaune murmured with his eyes closed.
“Blake will reveal herself as a Faunus to her team at some point during these two weeks.” This was not news to me; the Belladonna name was well-known in political circles, even when it had nothing to do with Menagerie. “This will create a lot of friction within Team RWBY, but it's essential for their growth as a team. Once she disappears, I'll need you to come up with a good excuse for my absence.”
“May I know why?”
“I am very close to Ruby and Weiss, so it makes nonsense if I don't get involved.”
Strange, usually close friends want to get involved when there's internal conflict like this. Maybe Mr. Arc is a coward.
“They need to resolve this between themselves. It will strengthen their friendship. Through this conflict, they will grow closer.”
I breathed a sigh of relief at the young Arc's response. It wasn't that he was trying to avoid other people's problems. He wanted them to learn from the conflict and grow as individuals.
“I'll provide an alibi for your absence. But I recommend not staying in Beacon; maybe leaving Vale would be a good idea.”
“Don't worry, I'm going far away…” The young man's response was punctuated by a smile that sent shivers down my spine.
“Anything else of interest?”
“Tomorrow, I have my special training session with Port.”
“Planning on taking your miracle drug after training?”
Jaune's eyes widened, and he looked at me in surprise.
“Please, few things happen in my school without my knowledge.”
In response, the young man frowned at me, but decided not to antagonize me. It was a sign of maturity that I was relieved to see him display.
“Let's do it in a secure location, away from prying eyes.”
“The serum has a 0% chance of failure.” He said, raising his voice.
“I won't question your methods, but it's better to have trusted individuals nearby in case of emergencies.”
Still suspicious of something, Jaune scratched his chin in thought.
“Who are these 'trusted individuals'?”
“Only three, Port, Glynda and me.”
“I'm in.” Jaune quickly replied, cutting me off.
I looked at Mr. Arc, shaking my head slightly, disappointed in his behavior. Despite everything, he was still a young man made of flesh and blood. He could be persuaded with female charms. Maybe I can control him using that.
I got up from my chair and escorted the young Huntsman to the elevator.
“Have a good night, Mr. Arc, and thank you for your cooperation.”
“Thank you, my ass, give me your corporate card.” Jaune replied, pressing the elevator button.
“What?” I asked, surprised.
“I'm going to solve Cardin's problem for you; the least you could do is cover my plan.”
“Are you going to harm him physically or emotionally?”
“I don't think so.” Jaune said uncertainly.
Impatient with the young man, I decided to hand him the card.
As the elevator door began to close, I remembered a matter that I should have discussed with him but had forgotten.
“Your father and mother are looking for you.”
With his mouth agape and his eyes wide, Jaune Arc stared at me in silence as the elevator door finished closing.
It was satisfying to drop such a bomb on the young man so suddenly, and perhaps he would stop doing the same to Glynda and me now that he had a taste of his own medicine.
[Cardin Winchester]
“Fucking Hell!” I grumbled, irritated.
The rest of my team went out without even telling me. The worst part is that I'm not even mad at them because they could be screwed because of me.
“NO!” I yelled furiously.
The blame was all on that stupid, clueless, and cowardly blonde named Jaune Arc.
THWIP!
My train of thought was interrupted when something attached itself to my leg.
Looking down, I saw a semi-transparent white goo sticking to my pants, stretching and pulling my leg.
“Who's the dumbass who did-.”
“Hey, Cardiac!” a cheerful and idiotic voice exclaimed.
I tried to walk in his direction, but he started to pull me across the floor.
“ARC!” I roared in anger.
There he was, grinning like an idiot. I tried to get up, but Jaune kept pulling me like a sack of potatoes.
“I don't have time to explain, Cardin.”
Confused and a little panicked, I struggled and tried to regain my balance to stand up, but Jaune was running like a madman, dragging me along the ground.
“Stop, damn it!”
“Cardin, get ready for an incredible adventure! This is the 'Jaune and Cardin' episode, YEAH!” he shouted, accelerating the run.
Jaune dragged me out of the academy toward the bullheads.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “You're tearing my pants, you retard.”
“Don't worry, I'll make you better pants.”
“I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!” I shouted, threatening the idiot.
But he just laughed loudly like a maniac.
“No you are! We're going to have our meeting, and you can't say no.”
Jaune ran, laughing like a lunatic, shouting that this was the 'Jaune and Cardin' episode over and over again.
Okay… it's decided… tonight, I'm going to kill this bastard.
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E aí gurizada?
As always, I would like to start by thanking everyone who encourages me to continue this story with expressions of gratitude.
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To the coments:
—Sommerscave:
Thanks for the chapter absolutely Loving this so far Hope MC will contact Jaune's Family at somepoint...
Anyway i am looking Forward to all the Training He is gonna do Soon after all i am Sure He can Eminence in Shadow this and become super broken with all His Powers...
—Response= There's always one guy, who guesses something I've already written in my drafts.
—Oniele:
The hell Is "E aí gurizada"?
—Response= It is used to greet a group of people in a relaxed and friendly manner, often equivalent to "Hey folks?" or "Hi everyone?" in English. "Gurizada" is a regional term that refers to a group of people, especially young ones, in an informal and affectionate way.
—Ender1227:
I wonder how Neptune will react when he finds out that practically all the popular 1st year girls like the same guy (Jaune) and that he has no idea about it.
—Response= Thanks man, I hadn't thought of that, but now that you've mentioned it, I'm already inspired to write hilarious scenes.
—RandomAsian00:
Cardin, the arrogant ass, has finally gotten a bit righteous punishment, good for everyone else. On another note, most of the tech Jaune creates using his semblance seems easily replicated but the more exotic stuff like the Epstein formula would genuinely take the entirety of Atlas' science division to decipher. Which means that the tech ,if given to Atlas, could easily fall into the hands of Arthur Watts who in the show has near-complete access of Atlas' systems during the fall of Beacon and could simply hand it over to Salem.
Is it wise to trust them just like that?
—Response= {Is it wise to trust them just like that?} MAN HELL NAW!!
—manatherindrell:
Yandere Pyrrah is great, but she's going to have to learn to share.
—Response= If not, there will be a lot of crying, blood, and other bodily fluids.