#AEBMO AU

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Jaune: I'm- I'm young again! Yes!

Crocea: You look good kid- Why is my voice so high?

Crocea: *touching his face* Where's my Beard?

Crocea: *Looking into a now Shiny Shield* OH good I'm just young, thought I got turned into a girl for a second- I'M YOUNG NOW?!?!

Long Memory: *Leering at Crocea Mors* Ara Ara~ What a handsome Young M- OW!

Oscar: *Hitting her with a newspaper* KEEP YOUR THIRST DOWN!

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Crocea Mors: Back in my day we didn't get Dust infusions, or Mechashift! We were pure Steel, Grit, and Aura!

Myrtenaster: Oh?Jealous of us new Weapons? Maybe you should get with the times, Mister Antiquated~

Crocea Mors: I'm older than your damn Smithy, and I still hit as hard as I did back in the Great War! I could bend you like the tooth-pick you are!

Myrtenaster: Resorting to Violence so quickly? Must be natural for such an unsophisticated Hunk of scrap like you~

Crocea Mors: *pinning Myrtenaster to the table* I'll show you Unsophisticated, you Twig!

Jaune: CROCE- *Stopped*

Weiss: *Perverted Nosebleed* No ... Let it happen~

Jaune: ... Ew.

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Harbinger: Long Memory isn’t answering my messages.

Crocea Mors: Allow me.

Harbinger: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-

Long Memory: Hello Handsome~

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Crocea Mors to Jaune: You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container.

Harbinger to Qrow: Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless but the pasta is now.

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Disciplinarian: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Myrtenaster: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Harbinger: Drunk.

Crocea Mors: Wasted.

Long Memory: Dead.

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Long Memory, to Crocea Mors: You know, Harbinger can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching Her.

Long Memory: *AIRHORN* GET FUCKED!

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Crocea Mors: What doesn't kill me or the Kid better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Harbinger: What doesn't kill me or Sir better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

Myrtenaster: What doesn't kill me or Mistress Weiss better start running, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Long Memory: Truth or dare?

Myrtenaster: Dare.

Long Memory: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.

Myrtenaster: Hey Harbinger?

Harbinger: *Blushing* Yeah?

Myrtenaster: Can you move? I'm trying to get to Crocea Mors.

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Jaune: Crocea, There's a spider outside the bathroom. Please handle it.

Jaune: Please hurry I'm goign to Cry.

Jaune: Crocea

Jaune: CROCEA

Crocea Mors: Crocea is dead. You're next. Love, Moth.

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Harbinger: *Closes a cabinet* *A crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

Myrtenaster: What was that?

Harbinger: The sound of someone else's problem.

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AEBMO au

How do the other weapons react to Crocea Mors breaking and later being Covered in rust which I assume to weapons is like a really bad skin infection.

Being covered in rust is just a skin infection, while breaking is ... Something worse ...

Jaune: Team RWBY ... It's been a long time.

Ruby: What?! Jaune! What Happened ... Where's ... Crocea?

Jaune: He's right here.

Jaune presents the Shattered blade, rust coating the metal. Nothing happens.

Celica: He's ... He's broken.

Blake: What's that mean?

Yang: After I lost my arm, Celica was damaged and couldn't form up before I integrated her into my prosthetic. She couldn't even 'talk'

Ruby: How long has He been like this?

Weiss: Since we fell. Cinder attacked Him and ...

Jaune: She shattered Crocea.

Jaune: I've ... *He begins Crying* I was alone for so long ... But- But I found Crescent rose! I found this morning- before I came looking for you! She's injured, but She's able to talk and Form! She's waiting for us back at my cabin!

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~Volume 2-ish~

Yang: You know, It's funny. Myrtenaster is Smitten with Crocea Mors, but Weiss won't give Jaune the Time of day.

Myrtenaster: Sir Mors! It would Be My pleasure to Wipe that Dirt off your armor!

Crocea Mors: Don't 'Sir' Me please, I wasn't the one that was knighted. 'Sides, The kids gotta learn to care for is equipment.

Blake: Yeah. It's like the Opposite of an Apple falling far from the tree.

Weiss: Jaune, Please, for the good graces of us both, STOP ASKING ME ON DATES.

~After Returning to Remnant~

Weiss: Are you Jealous Merry?

Myrtenaster: *Watching Crocea and Long Memory* ... Of course I am Mistress Weiss.

Weiss: ... Wanna talk about it?

Myrtenaster: ... He simply wants what I cannot give him, and that's that. I can be happy for him, and sad for myself. I wish them the best, if for any reason then my own selfish desire to see Sir Mors smile.

Weiss: That's Very mature of you Merry.

Myrtenaster: Speaking of 'Mature~'

Weiss: *Blush*

Myrtenaster: If you want Jaune, you must speak to him about it. If you linger without being honest, it can only lead to heartbreak. It's what Happened to Pyrrha, is it not?

Weiss: ...

Myrtenaster: He needs time to readjust, but Time is not yet on our side.

Myrtenaster: ... and Mistress Nikos would want the same for Jaune, if you'd make him happy. She was Kind like that.

Weiss: ... Thank you, Myrtenaster. Though if I may ask you to be beside me in this congress, I'd be appreciative.

Myrtenaster: Of Course Mistress. Let's be off. *Forms into Rapier*

Blake: *Watching From a distance* Hmm.

Yang: Whatcha' Thinking about Kit-Kat?

Blake: ... Just Trees.

Yang: ... and the Apples that fall from them?

Blake: I'm proud of Weiss.

Yang: Yeah. I've been rooting for them since day one you know.

Blake: Heh. Sure you were.

Yang: I'm Serious! Ever since he Started knocking on our door ...

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Myrtenaster: Oh Crocea~ Would you kindly carry me to Mistress Weiss~?

Crocea Mors: No. Your legs work. Carry yourself.

Long Memory: My Dear Mors, I ache deeply, for the energy I store runs my body ragged. Be so kind as to take me to Mr. Pine?

Crocea Mors: *Blushing* Yes Ma'am. I- I can do that!

Myrtenaster: *Angry Multi Action Dust Rapier Noises*

Oscar: *Disturbed Silence*

Jaune: *Confused Silence*

Weiss: *Disappointed Silence*

If I made a ship Canon, it'd be LM and CM. Old people (Weapons) Need love to!

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Ruby: Darn it! Yang put the cookies up high again! And there's no way I could get up there without petals getting everywhere! I f only I had someone tall ...

Ruby: Hmmmm.

Ruby: Hey Cressy?

Crescent Rose: *Materializes Human Form* Yes Miss Ruby?

Ruby: Could you grab the Cookies off the top shelf?

CR: ... Aren't you not allowed to have cookies right now?

Ruby: I'll get you a new Scope.

CR: Of Course I can reach the Cookies for you Ruby! *Reaches for the Jar*

*KA-CHUNK*

CR: OHMOTHEROFPEARL!

Celica: Hey. Boss said no cookies.

Ruby: ... Why couldn't you have been Ember?

Celica: Ember could've been Bribed. I cannot.

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Pietro: Something we've learned about Awakened Weapons is that they are incapable of reproduction - through organic means, though if a weapon wielded a weapon, there may be a chance-

~Nine Months Later~

Long Memory: *Holding a Baby with platinum blonde hair and blue-green eye*

Crocea Mors: *Crying Tears of Joy*

Pietro: ... I don't understand.

Jaune: *Crying in God-Fatherhood* Mors is a true Arc sir!

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Awakened Weapons: SHE IS THE MESSIAH

Penny: I am not the messiah!

Crocea Mors: That's exactly what the Messiah would say!

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Crocea Mors, about Long Memory: So, she kissed me.

Jaune : And you kissed her back?

Crocea Mors: No, I kissed her mouth.

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Living Weapons; how does the presence of Crescent Rose change Ruby’s reactions to seeing her once more from those in canon?

Jaune: Alright. We're here.

Ruby: Crescent's awake, Right?

Jaune: Yeah. She's up, but not in any condition to fight.

Ruby: Okay. Okay.

Jaune: *Entering the Hovel* Hey Cressy? I found everyone.

Crescent Rose laid on Jaune's bed, a cold wet rag on her forehead. Her telescopic googles placed on the the bedside table, heavy coat and bandoliers of bullets hanging off of a nearby chair.

Crescent Rose: ... Hey *Cough* I'm ... Not doing too hot. I got some dirt and mud in the chamber ... 'mong some other ... Stuff.

Illness and injury works oddly on the Weapon-People, In Crescent's case, dirt and sand in the chamber translating to severe sore throat, sand in her scope turning the Goggles useless.

Ruby: Oh ... Crescent ...I'm sorry, so, so sorry

Crescent Rose: Miss Ruby .... Your ... fine ... Couldn't protect you ...

Ruby: No, Crescent! Hush and Cinder did this! you did your best-

Jaune: Take a breathe Rubes. She'll be fine even if she's hurting right now.

Ruby: Right! Yeah! Yeah ... Okay. Thanks, Jaune. We'll Get Crocea back together too. I just don't really know what I can do with out tools.

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Jabber Walkers were Attacking. Crescent Rose felt Much better, but with how close Ruby had come to outright losing her ...

Crescent Rose: Miss Ruby! Dodge!

Ruby Couldn't wield her.

Crescent Rose: FALL BACK RUBY!

Jaune: RUBY! COME ON!

How Do you keep fighting when you keep losing people.

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Crescent Rose: Ruby's Panicking!

Jaune: Juniper's going as fast as she can!

Weapons and their wielders can feel each other from near any distance, the more intense the feeling, the farther the distance it can be felt, and Ruby was more terrified than CR had ever felt before.

Then there was nothingness. Just a deep ache.

The Party Rushed into the house of horrors, Hush, Neo's umbrella thrown into a corner, nursing her wounds, Ruby gave them a sad, sorrowful glance, then drank something.

Crescent's Blood pounded in her ears, before her heart stopped and she dropped to her knees. She Formed back into her weapon form and ... Couldn't feel. It laid there, like a corpse. A body without a soul.

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Ruby: What ... What happens if I choose me?

Blacksmith: Then maybe that girl is enough.

Ruby: ... Thank you.

Ruby Fell, petals trailing after her, as she reached, and reached - Then wrapped her hands around the Scythe-Rifle

Crescent Rose was torn from Jaune's back, flying toward the wooden statue of the young leader, and Crescent Rose felt again. warmth. Strength. Determination.

She Felt Ruby.

Crescent Rose: It's good to have you back Miss Ruby!

Ruby: It's Good to be back Cressy!

Curious Cat: HOW PERFECT!

Crescent Rose: Chamber Loaded! Let's skin this cat!

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I've had enough with Crocea Mors being a Cute Young Lady when it's humanized just to add another body to a harem.

That Bitch is a Crusty, mildly unkempt, 6'8" armored knight of steeled, but old, muscle.

He gets cranky when his Sheathe isn't oiled properly, and talks about how the older generations were made of stronger stuff, and didn't need all this new-fangled dust bullets when they had blunderbusses!

But he'd also toss you a blanket when you were cold. He'd tell you the situation, bad or good, and try to help you figure out where to go from there.

Yeah, he hates how Jaune stole him and lied his way into Beacon, but he's willing to help the kid out until Jaune either taps out or graduates, because He's just as pissed at Jaune's parents for not training him in the first place.

And ultimately Crocea Mors just wants Jaune to realize that Stories of Heroics and actually living them are VERY different things, as well as a deep and necessary thing to learn.

He only hopes Jaune can handle that when he learns it.

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Love the MK Intros!

Need more please!

Crocea Mors: *Cracking Neck* You're awfully trusting of those around you.

Milo: *Excited Clapping* Thank You!

Crocea Mors: That wasn't a Compliment, Kid.

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Akouo: *Defensive Stance*Why are you so harsh on Training Jaune? Are you trying to Discourage him?

Crocea Mors: *Shaking his hair free* He's gotta learn How tough the World is on Kids like him.

Akouo: I Feel there are better ways of doing that!

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Milo: *Excited Clapping* I can't wait to see what You can do, Brother!

Akouo: *Aggresive stance* Sister, It would do you well to keep your head on straight.

Milo: It is! It is!

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Storm: *Tightening robes* Oh, love, I do so hate when you Form ... You've no longer your Shaft, so Thick and Hard~

Milo: Well, I wouldn't really be able to fight you without Forming?

Storm: *Bows* Hmm. You are absolutely adorable~

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Magnhild: *Juggling Grenades* Hello there Crocea! Let's see who hits Harder!

Crocea Mors: *Stands From Kneeling* There's a lot more to fighting than hitting hard.

Magnhild: Oh I know! Aiming Grenades in an optimal arc to reduce Collateral Damage, while Maximizing damage to the Enemy! I Just like hitting hard.

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Crocea Mors: Your sibling is a lecherous thing.

Flower: I don't what Lecherous Means! Remind me to ask you after the fight!

Crocea Mors: Ugh. Fine.

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Flower: *Stretching Arms* hah! Can't flirt with me!

Storm: *Tapping Chin* Do you recall when you got your head stuck in-

Flower: I get it! I get it! you can still embarrass me!

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Magnhild: *Mashing Fists*You wanna grab dessert after this?

Milo: *Bouncing on her feet* Yes! I want Cannolis!

Magnhild: Sweet! ... Oh! Hey! That was a Pun!

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Celica: Alright. Who broke it?

Celica: Now I'm not mad, I just want to know

Milo: ... I Did. I Broke-

Celica: No, No you didn't. Flower?

Flower: Don't Look at me! Look at Crocea!

Crocea Mors: What? I didn't break it.

Flower: Huh. That's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Crocea Mors: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Flower: Suspicious.

Storm: If it matters - probably not - but Ember was the last one to use it.

Ember: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Storm: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Ember: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles; everyone knows that, Storm!

Milo: Ok, ok! Let’s not fight! I broke it, let me pay for it, Celica!

Celica: No! Who broke it!

Flower: ... Celica? Myrtenaster's been awfully Quiet.

Myrtenaster: REALLY??

Flower: Yeah! Really.

Myrtenaster: Oh, my God!

The Weapons devolve into squabbling

~Later~

Celica: I broke it. It burned Boss's hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. [turns to look at the Weapons as they continue to argue, then looks back] Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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Jaune: Yes! Finally!

Ruby: Salem has been defeated!

Crocea Mors: Y'know, kids, Y'all have come a long way from a Runaway and just a prodigy. I'm sorry I ever doubted that either of you. more than that I just wanted to ask-

Jaune: Crocea, Go fuck Long Memory.

Crocea: Alright. *he turns and starts walking away*

Crocea: I just wanted to say I never Meant Any harm! I was just looking out for you-

Ruby: Hey! Slam her down Big Style!

Crocea: I'm very Submissive! I'm going to get slammed down Big Style!

Jaune: Just go!

~Later that Night~

Long Memory: *Slamming Crocea Mors down Big style*

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And now, Harbinger.

Computer: Please enter a password.

Harbinger: *types in Qrow*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Harbinger: How fucking DARE YOU-

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Harbinger: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

Long Memory: You mean you stabbed them?

Harbinger: They ran into my knife.

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Crocea Mors: Do you know the ABC's of first aid?

Harbinger: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

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Qrow: I wanna sleep for 40 hours.

Harbinger: Sir, You know that's called a coma, right?

Qrow: ...

Qrow: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

Harbinger: *deeply concerned* SIR-

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Harbinger: You’re an idiot.

Qrow: That’s the charm.

Harbinger: *exasperated* Sir ...

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Qrow: *running towards Harbinger with open arms*

Harbinger: *moves out of the way*

Qrow: Hey, why'd you move?!

Harbinger: I thought you were going to attack me.

Qrow: I was going to hug you!

Harbinger: Why would you hug me?

Qrow: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

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Qrow: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this?

Harbinger, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

/All in all she really loves people, She's just. Really bad at expressing affection./