Stone Castle

"Dialogue"

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[Velvet Scarlatina]

PING!

A message?

"Is Coco in need of something?"

I'm not the type of person with many friends, so only the members of my team send me messages, especially Coco with her atrocious memes.

I unlocked the device, expecting to see the face of the CFVY team leader with her sunglasses down, blinking at the camera. But a pleasant surprise awaited me.

"Jaune!" I exclaimed upon seeing the face of the blond boy who helped me by eating a rib bone.

We exchanged contacts on the day he helped me, but I was too cowardly to send him a message.

He-he, he looks so happy eating in the photo, as if he were a dog who got a bone from his owner. I managed to get this photo from the official Beacon students' forum. I will be forever grateful to you, Knightshade, for posting this photo.

[Prince Charming

Hey Velvet, how are you?

Here's the deal, my partner is driving me crazy about my clothes, so I wanted to know if your offer still stands.]

Clothes?

Thinking about it, I had offered to help him get better equipment.

Jaune wears simple clothes for someone who is a trainee Hunter, sneakers, a white shirt outlining his chest, and those tight jeans on his butt…

…

A droplet of saliva trickles down my chin and falls onto my hand, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Huh?!"

Was I daydreaming about a man again? Darn!

This isn't new for me… but it has never happened while I was thinking about a human.

I replied to his message, inviting him to come to my room to take measurements.

PING!

{Prince Charming

Thanks, Vel. I'll be there in about 15 minutes.}

"Hi-hi, he called me 'Vel-.'"

My thought is cut short when I realize what I just did.

"I invited the lad I like to come to my room."

It's just me in the room, but I wasn't prepared for visitors.

I had just returned from the gym and was sweaty. I rushed to the shower and took a quick bath. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I looked at the room and realized it was not in a condition to receive guests.

Everyone on the team is responsible and keeps their part of the room clean, except for…

"Fox…" The name slipped out of my mouth like venom from an Obsidian Fang attack.

His bed looked like it had been hit by a bomb of dirty clothes. The rest of the team didn't question his lack of organization in the early days of school due to his blindness, but after so much time, no one on the team had the courage to confront him about it.

What do I do? He's arriving in less than 5 minutes.

I would rather not be rude and touch his things, not to mention I would rather not touch anyone's dirty clothes.

…

"Well, maybe Jaune can-."

THWACK!

I was interrupted by a loud thud at the door.

Has Jaune already arrived?! Without thinking, I grabbed two blankets from the closet and covered Fox's bed.

"Perfect, now I just need to go to the door and…" Looking down, I realized I had forgotten a small detail. "I'm still naked."

Without paying attention, I grabbed the first piece of clothing and ran toward the door.

"… tearing the truth out of uppity kids." I heard a familiar female voice muffled behind the door.

"Coco?"

Phew, it wasn't Jaune. I opened the door, expecting to see my leader and partner.

"Thank goodness you're here; I'll need help choosing an outfit." As soon as I finished speaking, I widened my eyes at the scene in front of me.

"No problems Bonbon, just need to teach this dumb blond a lesson."

"Hey, Velvet." Jaune said with a sheepish smile. "Cool carrot pajamas…"

Coco was lifting Jaune by the collar of his shirt.

"What's going on here?"

"I'm getting ready to punch an idiot."

"I'm getting ready to get punched by a Karen."

Oh no, Jaune.

"Hey, freshman, you've got a lot of courage, you know? A lot of stupidity too."

"I see myself more as a reckless person."

"He-he." Coco laughed sarcastically and began to squeeze Jaune's throat. "You think you're cute, huh?"

"Bitch I'm Adorable."

…

The words came out quickly and muffled, but it was clear what he said.

Without responding verbally, Coco simply pulled her arm back, preparing to punch Jaune in the face.

"COCO!" I yelled at her, and they both looked at me. "Put Jaune down now."

"But this asshole…" Coco's complaint died in her throat when she realized something and let Jaune go, causing him to fall on his butt. "This jerk is the Jaune Arc?"

[Original Point of View]

Any sane person would run away after a 'disagreement' with Coco, but I'm not known for my good sense, especially when there's a brunette with rabbit ears apologizing and asking me to stay.

Their room was larger than my team's, but all the beds were in the same space. It was well organized too, with each bed having a different theme.

One of them resembled something Japanese with a futon instead of a bed. Another had a king-size bed with silk sheets, the third had a queen bed filled with pillows and plush toys, and the last bed… was covered in blankets?

"Listen here, Arc." Coco removed her glasses and stared intensely at me. "I might apologize for putting my hands on you if you tell me what that golden light was."

"Golden light?" Velvet asked.

"I bet my purse that this fucker was using his Semblance to look inside our room, probably trying to see Bonbon naked."

Velvet widened her eyes, looking shocked and concerned.

I'd better act quickly to defend myself.

"M.C.S. On."

"Behind me Velvet." Coco retorted, trying to defend her partner.

I didn't need to speak the commands aloud.

"M.C.S. Make a gourmet chocolate box."

But this way, I got the attention of both of them.

M.C.S. Use Magic.

The last command was mental, for obvious reasons.

As soon as I finished the last command, the golden mist of my Semblance appeared and began materializing a small wooden box in my hands.

The giant Toblerone I made for Nora had cost me 5 MP. The same as this box of chocolates, but since the box is much smaller, it will be of higher quality even though it costs the same as the giant chocolate.

"I have a creation Semblance; I was just creating a gift for Velvet since she's going to help me with my clothes and stuff…"

Did they buy it?

"Coco! Apologize now." Said Velvet punching the brunet shoulder.

"Damn it," the bespectacled girl complained.

Phew! My dad was absolutely right – when dealing with an angry woman, give her chocolate.

"Sorry, Jaune."

Coco apologized but wouldn't look me in the eyes.

"And you're going to help him get quality equipment and pay for everything."

"Huh? Why?"

"Do you prefer to give your purse? After all, you bet it."

"Not my baby," Coco whimpered, hugging her purse.

Although I found it excessive, I'm glad the worst is over.

[Coco Adel]

"Straighten that back and relax those muscles kid."

"Yes, ma'am."

Maybe I judged Jaune Arc too quickly, but I still don't trust him. The light of his Semblance was much brighter before, so whatever he created earlier was not simple as a box of chocolates.

"I know you're the fashionista of the group, but do you really need to measure my thigh?" the suspicious blond complained.

At the moment, I was taking measurements of Arc's major muscle groups using a yellow tape measure, while Velvet silently made notes on her bed. Her original plan was to ask me for a favor to help with Arc's wardrobe, but now she's making me do it as an apology.

"When making custom clothing like a suit, you need measurements for jacket length, sleeve length, chest circumference, waist circumference, and hip circumference."

"What does that have to do with my thigh?"

"Given your shield, it's obvious you're not the most agile guy in the world, right?" In response, the blond turned his face in embarrassment. "That's not a bad thing, but it's advisable for you to have something like armor."

"Armor?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Don't like armor? I can see something like a reinforced suit."

"Actually, I'm really into it."

"Humph," I grumbled aloud.

Want to play knight in shining armor, kid? I noticed Velvet glancing at the boy, not blinking, focused on his thigh being measured with the tape.

Come on, Bonbon, are you really that desperate?

"But why are you measuring so many extra things?"

"I'll explain; just don't keep interrupting me." I released the tape and moved to his calf. "For something like armor that offers protection without hindering movement, I need more precise measurements of your major muscle groups."

"Major muscle groups?"

This guy loves to interrupt me, and it's starting to get on my nerves.

"Yes, muscles like the chest, back, shoulders, deltoid, arms, abdomen, legs, core, neck, forearms, and glutes."

"Got it."

"Which leads to my next question. Do you train alone or with someone?"

"With Professor Port."

"Hah! I knew it, for how long?"

"Two weeks."

"What?" Velvet asked, echoing my surprise.

How did this kid survive 2 weeks of training with the crazy Huntsman? He must have nerves of steel.

"So, you're tougher than you look; enduring 2 weeks with Port is no small feat."

"I'll celebrate when I make it through a year."

A YEAR?! This kid is insane.

But it makes sense given Jaune Arc's current physical condition.

A Huntsman's physical training can be compared to building a structure, and apprentice Huntsmen can be divided into three groups.

The first group doesn't prioritize physical training so much, focusing on their Semblance, Aura, or Dust usage. These people build a wooden hut, so they have the basics of physical training and focus on what matters most to them.

The second group builds a two-story brick house, which allows for more spare time for training in other areas while also having a strong body.

Finally, there's the group of people who build a mansion, a much heavier and physically focused training, typically people from this group have a Semblance with applications for close combat, like that fiery big-chested blonde from the first year.

Jaune Arc is still at the very beginning of his training, it's as if he's never trained before in his life. His structure still at the beginning.

But I can already tell from the 'foundation' of his construction that Jaune doesn't fit into any of the three groups.

This blond with that goofy smile, my best friend's crush, is building a something big.

A Stone Castle.

<>

After half an hour of taking measurements and asking about symbols and colors he'd like on his clothes, Jaune, much to Velvet's disappointment, left the room.

"Let me see his measurements." I took the clipboard from Velvet, who seemed nervous and embarrassed for some reason.

And as soon as I looked at the notes, I understood why.

She had recorded all of Jaune's measurements, but she had also made 'extra notes': hearts with Jaune's name, a list of mixed surnames like Arctina, Scarc, and so on.

"Really… Velvet?"

"Sorry."

At least the girl with rabbit ears had the decency to look embarrassed.

What are these stains on the paper? Did she drool?

"If you're like this now, imagine when you're h-." I couldn't finish my sentence because a female hand covered my mouth with enough force to make my jaw ache.

"Do not dare to mention 'that' near him." I was too shocked to respond. "Understood?"

I managed to nod affirmatively when she spoke for the second time.

I've never seen Bonbon like this. She's always had her crushes on faunus celebrities or boys from villages we've visited, but never on someone close to her, especially a human.

I better finish this order and send it to my mom. The kid will need all the protection in the world, his pelvis will thank me latter.

[Original Point of View]

Walking through the halls of Beacon, I breathe a sigh of relief now that the clothing issue is resolved. Now I can focus on the super-soldier serum.

I look around to make sure I'm not being watched and then take out a small, glowing blue capsule from my pocket.

Its appearance resembles the serum from the Falcon and Winter Soldier series, probably because I made an ultra-safe version with 0% risk. Just remembering that the price more than doubled because of it gives me a tinge of regret. But there's no point in risking a rejection with the serum or even going insane like some comic book users.

But it still hurts to lose 50,000 magic points.

I stop walking when I reach my destination and knock on a varnished wooden door with a golden plate engraved with the name, Professor Peter Port.

"Good afternoon, my young man." His voice was jovial and robust as ever, despite his age. "How can I help you?"

"I need some help," I say with a shaky voice. "It's a delicate matter."

The professor furrows his brow and looks at me curiously. Despite my serious tone, he gives me a smile and invites me into his office.

The room is simpler than I expected, pretty bland actually. Grimms disappear when killed, but I expected some stuffed replicas or even a fireplace with his axe-gun mounted on it. The only notable thing was a massive wooden desk that he was sitting behind it.

I sit myself across from the professor, I present my problem.

"I can't provide all the details; I have an agreement with the director." This breaks his smile, instantly replacing it with a serious expression. "I've found a way to become physically stronger, instantaneously, with a 0% chance of side effects."

"Boy," his voice is heavy and hoarse, imposing his authority in a way he has never done in a classroom or during his morning training sessions. "If you've come here seeking my approval for shortcuts, I kindly ask you to leave my office and never speak to me again."

Huh?

"Don't worry about your studies; I'll treat you like any other student in the classroom."

As soon as he finishes speaking, the professor gestures to the door.

"But, professor…"

"I won't repeat myself, Mr. Arc. Have a good day."

Seriously? After a simple conversation and a mere hypothesis, he abandons me like this?

Rage boils inside me, that's what I get for opening to you about my issues?

"You know what? Screw you, you fat old dickhead! I don't need you."

The professor's mahogany desk starts to crack under the pressure of his muscular arms.

My chest starts to feel heavy, like I'm under a great pressure.

Is this just his Aura?

"I insist that you treat me with the respect I deserve, now that I'm no longer your personal mentor, Mr. Arc."

I swallow hard under the pressure of the retired Huntsman.

"Doesn't matter," I say, turning toward the door. "I'll focus even more on my training, and I'll be the best student in this school."

As my hand reaches the door, the professor shouts.

"WAIT!" His voice is powerful enough to make the windows of the office tremble. "You'll continue your training?"

"Y-yes," I stammer unintentionally under the pressure of the imposing Huntsman. "This 'shortcut' is just to accelerate my training."

"I understand," the professor replies, grumbling as he strokes his mustache. "I think I acted too hastily. Please, sit down and explain everything to me."

<>

It took nearly half an hour to explain what the serum could enhance, things like strength, speed, reflexes, endurance, recovery, and more.

At first, the professor was not at all happy about the idea of using a drug to enhance my performance. However, once I explained that it was a single dose and had no side effects, he became intrigued.

"Here's what we'll do, Jaune. I still need a few weeks to shape your muscles to the minimum required for a trainee Huntsman. When I'm satisfied with your physical training, you can take your steroids."

Steroids?

…

This thing is worse than an anabolic steroid; it must have been the inspiration in the original story.

"However, I'd like you to do something else before taking this serum."

"Just one thing? Easy, what do you want?"

"A win in Glynda's class."

"But I've lost all my fights so far."

"I hope you can get a victory before the end of this school year, or I will confiscate that serum."

IF YOU WANT TO FUCK ME, AT LEAST KISS ME FIRST!

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E aí gurizada?

I'd like to thank everyone who also encourages me to continue this story with words of gratitude in the comments.

Jaune has the super-soldier serum; now he just needs to win a fight. 

In front of everyone…

Without overusing the most powerful part of his semblance, which allows him to create powerful things out of thin air.

…

I'm on Twitter (@AvipBr), where you can find AI artwork from my stories.

To the coments:

—Arcangel Guerrero:

Good chap, say, ¿is it a possibility for the mc to make some of the machines from Horizon: Zero dawn? After all, most of them are made with the purpose of recreating an atmosphere and life in a planet, something menagerie and according to my rather limited knowledge, remnant in general seems to need, besides that ¿could he create the adn of say, a simbionte, and then a machine to clone living beings as long it is provided with the adn? He can't create living beings, but he should be able to create adn, after all, adn isn't alive.:

—Response= If the creatures in Horizon: Zero Dawn don't have sophisticated artificial intelligence and aren't dependent on one, it's 100% possible for Jaune to create them. Unfortunately, I haven't played it, and I know little about the world. Could you recommend videos or links that explain the game's enemies? 

Marvel symbiotes have a mind of their own, so Jaune wouldn't be able to create them. 

A cloning machine is 100% possible to create.

—Darth_Nihilus_6756 about "What are you talking about Pyr, you wear heels.":

Yeah ...I don't know how that works out.

—Response= Everyone knows why she wears heels in combat, just in case she needs to step on me.