the Layers in Ruby and Harriet’s little exchange tho.
“We’re the best Huntsmen in Atlas.” “You were.”
Because yeah, a second later Ruby smirks and turns it into pre-beatdown smack talk, but like…
Maybe you used to be the best Huntsmen in Atlas, Harriet. Maybe you were. But that stopped being true the moment you abandoned Mantle to die. You were good…and then you forgot what the job is.
Whatever the AceOps are now, they’re no longer Huntsmen.
Apologies for those who don’t watch RWBY and have no idea what the fuck I’m about talk about.
I can’t believe I’m seeing people trying to defend Harriet after she snitched on Winter because Winter pulled rank on her a few episodes back.
One: Winter had a right to do that because technically she does.
Two: It was the right call because our main characters were able to save their friend Oscar.
Harriet and the other Aceops are continuing to be fascist bootlickers.
Don’t give me this crap about Harriet has no obligation to cover for Winter. Harriet and the Aceops witnessed General Ironwood shoot a fucking civilian for questioning him
Now Harriet has put Winter at risk because she let Team RWBY and friends go (again right fucking call)
At this point its not so much about loyalty to Ironwood but ego because Harriet more than the rest of the Aceops can’t stand that she got bested by Team RWBY.
What’s ironic is that Harriet used Winter’s near fatal run-in with Cinder as a means of blaming Penny. Clearly she doesn’t care about Winter since she’s now put her at risk
Yang: Soooo, I’m guessing you wanna hear all about our thrilling heroics, eh Jaune?
Jaune:*Dazedly looking into the distance* Huh? Oh, that. No, I’m good.
Nora:*Dramatic gasp* Ren! Something’s wrong with Jaune! Take his temperature!
Ren:*Ignores*
Ruby:Shedoeshave a point, Ren. Jaune was really disappointed after all.
Weiss:*Playfully*Well he isbasically a glorified babysitter.
Yang:It was pretty exciting. Me and Blake were awesome! *Clutches bicep*
Marrow:I was there. It’s true.
Yang:Sound less enthused, why don’t you? *Glares at Marrow*
Blake:*Trying to be the voice of reason* Come on guys, be fair. After dealing with a bunch of small children all day, y’know, when he’s not just directing traffic, Jaune’s probably just tired.
Nora:*Extremely loud and annoying gasp* It is sothe haircut!
Yang:Henh?
*Nora zips over to Jaune, grabs his collar*
Nora:*Cackling* No wonder you’re tired, fearlessleader!
Weiss:*Hand goes over mouth* Oh my.
Ruby: That’s, ahehehehe *breaks off into giggling*
Marrow:Oh what!? How did-who would-how could he *growls* Viiine, why him!?
Vine:*Calmly sitting next to a bemused Harriet* Do I know him any better than you, Marrow?
Marrow:*Whines*
Jaune:Nora! No!
Blake:Or maybe he’s tired because he’s been hooking up with Cassie.
Jaune:Hernameis–
Yang: Pfft, who needs names! You’ve been getting freaky with a MILF on your shift!
Oscar:*To Ren* It’s like this a lot, isn’t it?
Ren:*Suffering* Yes.
*Jaune has a very obvious, very dark hickey*
Yang:So, what was she like?
Ruby:*Stops giggling, appalled and blushing* Yang!
Nora:Ooh, did she ask you to add some sausage to her casserole!?
Weiss:*Embarrassed and blushing a bit, but mostly disgusted* Nora, that’s vile!
Marrow: I need you to teach me your ways, wise and venerated one!
Qrow:*Sighs*I need a drink. *Remembers he quit drinking*Dammit.
Blake:Is she really that good that she’s leaving you so tapped out? *Ignores Ruby’s sputtering*
Jaune:*Completely overwhelmed and embarrassed* G-guys, ch-chill! And I’m not answering any of your questions, they’re all–
Jaune:*Realizes his error*
*Dead fucking silence*
Nora:*Proud and sniffling*You dog.
Yang:Wait,allof them!? That’s like *remembers what Nora told her* six women! And you’re a virgin!
Jaune:*Weakly*Was. I was a virgin. A few weeks ago.
Weiss:*Loses the battle and blushes, both hands cover her mouth now* Oh my.
Ruby:*To herself* I’m an adult, I can handle adult things, including a friend getting intimate with six older women, noIcan’tnowI’mimagingthingsaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!
Marrow:*In total respect and awe, to Harriet and Vine* I know him. He’s my friend.
Blake:I-I. There are no words.
Yang:*Still can’t believe it* Six! How!?
Jaune:I’m a teenager. Looking at linoleum makes me want to have sex. They’re also really, really fucking hot. And just when I think I’m empty all of a sudden I learn new things. *Eyes glaze over* If anyone ever tells you that six mouths working together isn’t all it’s cracked up to be then clearly they’ve never been sucked or licked by six fucking mouths.
*Silence reigns once more*
Jaune:Welp. That did it. *Opens scroll, puts it to his ear and then winces* Y-yeah, you told me alright. Yes, you win. Yes that means I’ll do the thing. I promise. I-I’m an Arc! It’s embarrassing and kind of weird, but I did give you my word. So, uh, *blushes brightly* yeah, okay, figures. I’ll be over in five.
*Hangs up*
Jaune:Well, gotta go. *Goes quickly*
Marrow:*Into the shocked silence*I’ve never wanted to be somebody else more than I do right now.
Jaune wakes up and takes a shower. He dries off and finishes getting ready for the day. He doesn’t have work today, but he isn’t going anywhere either. What’s he going to wear, last night’s clothes, or his going out clothes?
“Six petals. Six patrols. There are six teams stationed around us. They’re out here looking for something.”
“What are they looking for?”
“I don’t know, but it’s gotta be serious if there’s six teams searching in one area. Do you know anything? Anything you might have heard or seen?”
“Not really. It looked like a normal flower with everything; petals, center, stem and a leaf.”
“A stem and a leaf?! Shit!”
“What? What is it?”
“Stem is code for staying put, sticking around, not moving from the area.”
“So you’re staying here.”
“For now, until my leaf is up. How many leaves was it?”
“One.”
“One week. Not very long, but if there’s six teams out there…”
Jaune was confused, more confused than Harriet was. He also had a nagging feeling in the back of his head. Was there something he saw or heard that might help clear things up?
The two turned to see the cat from earlier. It was black with herterochromic blue and yellow eyes. It had a collar with a little bell on the end. The bell was caked in mud.
“Uh, do you have a cat?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Ow!”
The cat trotted over to the two two, bell dangling from the collar. Harriet scratched it’s ear as it got close. It leaned closer with a purr. As it rubbed against her, Harriet shined a light on the collar.
“Huh. Apparently she’s from Atlas. Or at least that’s what her collar says.”
“She?”
“Yeah, can’t you tell?”
“It’s too dark to see.”
“Well, here, take a look.”
As Harriet lifted the tail to show Jaune, the cat yowled with static.
“He..!”
The two covered their ears, and the cat lept away. It hummed in displeasure as it arched it’s back. It hissed.
“Hey. Sorry about, uh, invading your privacy. Would some tuna make you feel better?”
The cat hissed.
“Or chicken?”
The cat turned away, slinking into the darkness. Jaune and Harriet shrugged and followed it into the kitchen. It sat at the pantry, looking up expectantly at them.
“Aieh!”
Jaune reached for the tuna, and the cat hummed again. It quieted when he reached for the chicken. Opening the can with a can opener, he set the treat on the floor. The cat noisily ate the contents of the can.
Jaune reached down. Should he pet, or scratch, and where?
Jaune reached down. A little pet wouldn’t hurt, right? Harriet grabbed his wrist. He looked up to see her scowling face.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I, uh, was going to pet the cat.”
“You’re not supposed to do that. It’s rude and makes the cat feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh.”
Harriet let go of his wrist. He pulled away, and the two watched the cat.
“Is this what Atlas is looking for.”
“If it is, I can’t understand why.”
Jaune suddenly yawned. It must be getting pretty late. He should be heading to bed soon, but the mystery was just getting started. Should he go to bed?
He could go to bed, but something was nagging the back of his mind. He couldn’t fall asleep yet. Turning away, he took the candle and walked up the stairs.
“Jaune? Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna take another look in my sister’s room. If my sister brought this cat in, there’ll be a litterbox, or something, upstairs.”
Jaune climbed the stairs, his legs feeling like weights. But he had to keep going. He made up the stairs and went to his younger sister’s room.
Looking around with just a glance, he didn’t see anything. Just her bed, her vanity, and her dresser. Nothing suspicious here, right?
Jaune walked to the window. He carefully removed the guard plank. The storm was raging especially hard now. It looked like those videos of hurricanes on the beach. He was glad he was in here, and the storm was out there, and that the rain was outside, and he was the sheriff, and he really needed to sleep. But first things first. Where’d the cat come from?
He looked at the window. Thankfully, nothing broke the glass. And he hoped it stayed that way. He didn’t see any signs of it breaking in. No tuft of fur or scratch marks. The window was secure. Good.
Jaune walked over to the dresser. Opening the drawers one by one, he found, in order, panties, socks, a music box, girlie magazines, fashion magazines, pony girl comics, a bag of cat food and a bag of cat litter. On top of the dresser, he found her diary. It was open to the last entry.
Jaune wasn’t the kind of brother to snood through his sister’s private thoughts, but it was already open. He’ll close it after reading this one page.
“Dear Diary,
Mimi is just too cute! <3 Today, she played with her mouse toy. She moves so much easier without that ugly vest on! I’m so glad she doesn’t wear it anymore. I hid it in the loose floorboard. You know the one! ;)
Gotta go!
You know who~!
P.S. Jaune, if I found out you were in my room, I will send you up to meet Mimi’s boss!”
Jaune slipped low to the ground and felt around the floorboards for anything loose. He found one under the bed, where he found the cat. Over it was a cardboard box with plastic wrapping. Jaune knew that it was a litter box by just the smell. Deodorizing crystals, his eye!
He slid the box away and opened the floorboard. In it, he found a harness and a plastic bag. What should he take?
Jaune grabbed both the plastic bag and the harness. He climbed out from under the bed with both in hand.
CRASH!
Jaune looked over and saw the window was broken. Wind and rain blasted through the glass panes. He grabbed the wooden plank and forced it to slide in place over the window.
Turning around, he saw the wind had really made a mess of his sister’s room by the window. It was dark, but in the candlelight, he saw something shiny glint.
Glass. Jaune was standing on broken glass. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled out three large pieces of glass from his feet. Walking was going to be a pain.
Jaune fell to the floor, away from the glass, and crawled his way to the harness and bag. He then made his way to the stairs, groaning with every step.
“Harriet?!”
He slipped on his way down, but ket a firm grip on both the rail and the contents in his other hand. Harriet came running up the stairs and carried him down over her shoulder. Once in the bathroom downstairs, she began cleaning his foot and bandaging it.
“In my office again, huh?”
“Not like I wanted to.”
“Aw! And here I thought you liked me.”
Harriet crawled closer and grabbed the plastic bag and the harness. Jaune yawned.
“Nice find.”
“Thanks.”
Jaune’s eyes felt so heavy. He needed to sleep, but the mystery had only just begun! He needs to power through! Right?
Jaune was not. He was tired. Every blink burned his eyes, and he could barely stand straight. The thought of climbing into bed, or on the couch, or to the floor sounded like heaven. But Jaune wasn’t looking for heaven.
“Yeah. What’s this?”
Harriet held up the harness. It had four half clips and had Polendina Labs on the strap. She then held up the bag next. It wasn’t a bag, though. Not a plastic one like at the grocery store. No, the material was thicker, almost like cloth.
“A parachute, like we use for air delivery in Atlas, and a pet harness thag says Polendina labs. Well, I think we know where our furry friend came from.”
“Mimi.”
“What?”
“Her name. It’s Mimi.”
“Uh, okay?”
“He’s right, you know.”
The two looked to the counter where the cat sat comfortably. It’s bell was clean and shiny. It glowed pink as it stretched.
“I am Mimi.”
Jaune fainted into Harriet. She had no choice but to catch him. She blushed a bit as his head snuggled into her breasts. He looked like he was in heaven.
