Hospital [Jaune gasped as he was suddenly able to breathe again – when had he even stopped? He crashed down on all fours, drinking in the air like he had been without it for days. After a moment of deep breathing, his eyes widened when he realized he wasn’t wearing his normal hoodie and makeshift armor. He stretched his neck to look at his ensemble.]
What the heck is going on here?
[He looked around and blinked, seeing the statues that surrounded him.]
Where the heck is here?
[He stood up and started to slowly make his way around the room, examining the crystals and stopping in front of a familiar one.]
What the…? Blake? But why is she-
‘Kupo!’
[Jaune shrieked at the noise, flailing wildly and nearly knocking Blake over, just barely managing to catch her before she shattered against the tile.
Hopefully no one saw that.] ------------------ Mistakes Were Made
[Jaune’s luck, it seemed, had run out. First he was sucked out of his own world and thrown here, and now he was being mugged, and it wasn’t even his fault! One wrong turn had led him right to the criminal, who was now threatening him with a knife, demanding his money. His moogle seemed to be of little help, cowering behind him.]
I already told you: I don’t have any money!
[The mugger took that as a lie, apparently, since his response was a growl and a lunge forward. Jaune stumbled backwards out of the way with a yelp. He scrambled for his sword, thankful he still had that, at least, and held his shield up defensively.]
You’re messing with the wrong guy, you know. I’m a Hero of Light.
[Or so they told him. Personally, he wasn’t so sure, but if it got the guy to back off… Unfortunately it did not, and he barely had the chance to raise his shield from the next blow.] --------------- Home Sweet Home (B-12)
[Jaune looked unsure as he approached his new home. None of this made sense. He was in a new world, the aura he had finally figured out how to use didn’t work, and now he was rooming with strangers. And to top it all off, he was being followed by some weird animal, helpful as it may be. He still wasn’t convinced that this wasn’t just some weird dream and he’d wake up in his own bed.]
‘Go on, kupo! Go meet your new friends!’
[Jaune nodded before fishing his key out of his pocket.]
Well, here goes nothing.
[He unlocked the door, stepped inside, and looked around. There was no one there, but then again he didn’t usually stand around in doorways either.]
Hello? Is anyone home? ---------------- Operation: Make Jaune Santa Claus
[Jaune’s mind was still swimming at the idea of being in a new world, so it was understandable that he was caught off guard by the pair of moogles that had taken his hand and started to lead him away.]
Listen, you guys seem really nice and I’m sure it’s for a good cause and all, but I’m kind of new to town and I don’t even know where I live yet.
[Whether or not they heard or were just ignoring him was yet to be seen as the moogles kept dragging him down the street.]
‘Once you get there you’ll see how great it is!’
[To anyone watching, it was probably comical a teenager being pulled away with a moogle on each arm. Jaune, however, was not amused, but couldn’t figure out how to get them to stop. He turned to his moogle for help.]
no subject
[Jaune gasped as he was suddenly able to breathe again – when had he even stopped? He crashed down on all fours, drinking in the air like he had been without it for days. After a moment of deep breathing, his eyes widened when he realized he wasn’t wearing his normal hoodie and makeshift armor. He stretched his neck to look at his ensemble.]
What the heck is going on here?
[He looked around and blinked, seeing the statues that surrounded him.]
Where the heck is here?
[He stood up and started to slowly make his way around the room, examining the crystals and stopping in front of a familiar one.]
What the…? Blake? But why is she-
‘Kupo!’
[Jaune shrieked at the noise, flailing wildly and nearly knocking Blake over, just barely managing to catch her before she shattered against the tile.
Hopefully no one saw that.]
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Mistakes Were Made
[Jaune’s luck, it seemed, had run out. First he was sucked out of his own world and thrown here, and now he was being mugged, and it wasn’t even his fault! One wrong turn had led him right to the criminal, who was now threatening him with a knife, demanding his money. His moogle seemed to be of little help, cowering behind him.]
I already told you: I don’t have any money!
[The mugger took that as a lie, apparently, since his response was a growl and a lunge forward. Jaune stumbled backwards out of the way with a yelp. He scrambled for his sword, thankful he still had that, at least, and held his shield up defensively.]
You’re messing with the wrong guy, you know. I’m a Hero of Light.
[Or so they told him. Personally, he wasn’t so sure, but if it got the guy to back off… Unfortunately it did not, and he barely had the chance to raise his shield from the next blow.]
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Home Sweet Home (B-12)
[Jaune looked unsure as he approached his new home. None of this made sense. He was in a new world, the aura he had finally figured out how to use didn’t work, and now he was rooming with strangers. And to top it all off, he was being followed by some weird animal, helpful as it may be. He still wasn’t convinced that this wasn’t just some weird dream and he’d wake up in his own bed.]
‘Go on, kupo! Go meet your new friends!’
[Jaune nodded before fishing his key out of his pocket.]
Well, here goes nothing.
[He unlocked the door, stepped inside, and looked around. There was no one there, but then again he didn’t usually stand around in doorways either.]
Hello? Is anyone home?
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Operation: Make Jaune Santa Claus
[Jaune’s mind was still swimming at the idea of being in a new world, so it was understandable that he was caught off guard by the pair of moogles that had taken his hand and started to lead him away.]
Listen, you guys seem really nice and I’m sure it’s for a good cause and all, but I’m kind of new to town and I don’t even know where I live yet.
[Whether or not they heard or were just ignoring him was yet to be seen as the moogles kept dragging him down the street.]
‘Once you get there you’ll see how great it is!’
[To anyone watching, it was probably comical a teenager being pulled away with a moogle on each arm. Jaune, however, was not amused, but couldn’t figure out how to get them to stop. He turned to his moogle for help.]
Pumpkin Pete, help me!