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Two Immortals

(future title) A Pair of Immortals

Summary: These wayward immortals decide to see what it's like to be students. They're not sure whether it's going well or absolutely horrible. Hey, at least they know their history! [a bunch of interconnected one-shots of plot, (maybe) ridden with smut] [this is a preliminary experiment for a much more serious attempt]

Character(s): [Jaune A., Weiss S.] Pyrrha N. Ozpin

Genre(s): General, Comedy

Ratings: M

Warning(s): Smut, religious dogma

Language(s): English : English ;

Crossover(s):

Beta(s): N/A.

End Notes: Plot Bunny!

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I do not own RWBY, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, extensively..

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Chapter #1: "Shock Value"

Location: First Year Locker Rooms, Beacon Academy, Vale City

Date: Sanuday, 1 Tesnum, 2305

Time: 11:35 IM

POV: third, limited, Pyrrha Nikos, 17 cycles of age

Pyrrha Nikos was an up and coming budding woman who held a thin sheet of certainty over a body full of anxiety and worry. She held close her reputation because that was what was expected of her: to always be the best of the best of the best [of her age bracket]. Her Semblance of Polarity, even after the past four years on live holovision, had been kept hidden under her guise of Invincibility - but in her defence, it had only been used a minute amount.

Entering Beacon was expected by many people as it was the top Hunter Academy in the world, with Atlas close behind. She'd passed her written questionnaires with flying colors. Her physical examinations had been easy (despite her secret in that field: polarity - she could hardly lift more than 170 pounds). Her armor and weapon were approved as per the required field. Her personal accessories of earrings and her headdress were accepted to be worn in tandem with the school uniform, as they did not obstruct the initial ensemble.

She stood here donned in her custom armor set, a red leather corset covered by half bronze colored breastplate. A belted short skirt and cloth hanging down her waist, buckled by an etched insignia. Her left gauntlet and upper arm bracelet struck in great contrast to the pair of black arm warmers she wore. Her greaves were a golden bronze polish on her feet to thigh. Her spear and shield rested at her back, held by a magnet with complexity sometimes even beyond her, as they were forged by her uncle, Hephaestus Nikos, brother of Prometheus.

Her hands were clasped at her front, stance relatively relaxed (with one foot out in front, slightly crossing the one she leaned on). She'd been rocking back and forth, but the exchange before her set her features to one that shed an air of confusion to permeate the area around her.

The conversation had long since gone strange as the white haired Schnee she'd been conversing with levelled a glare on the blond across from her - the young man that had interrupted the conversation. He'd introduced himself, of course.

One Jaune Arc, only son of a family of nine - meaning only one thing.

Seven sisters.

Pyrrha Nikos was already a little bit envious of the young man, and having siblings had far outstripped the rest in her veiled jealousy. He'd come in dashing out of nowhere - with a feminine roll of hair rolling thickly, falling cleanly down his back - demanding the attention of the girl she'd clearly already held in a vice grip of...a random topic. But she'd heard his voice before. Not something too far in the past, no; she was fairly certain she'd heard arguing a few moments earlier with his particular voice, something about having better hair.

She'd have to keep her eye out for the other blonde.

He'd worn bright silver armor with countless scuffs deeply indented into it. The joints of his body that would be exposed to allow for movement were covered in chain link so thick the spaces between were blobs of black. His helmet was less of...well, an actual helmet and more like the frame of one, though two marked fins fell behind his head stylized like dragons.

A confident smirk strained his face - his mouth was cleanly bisected by a deep scar - definitely reaching his blue orbs, storming like oceans themselves as they calculatingly studied Weiss Schnee.

In fact, his entire choice of armory reminded her of the Vacoan General of the Great War, though it was far less far fetched with his introduction. He was related to the Lost General, by name and appearance alone.

Weiss stood challengingly in her more-noble-than-practical armor set. A breastplate - not that she needed it - was clean of marks for the most parts, but the Schnee emblem resting on the silver metal was clear for the world to see. If she compared it to the dull gray of Winchester's armor, it would just barely be more ornate, since both important families shared arrogance in the form of ornery.

It was all a front; proof of her bloodline.

Half a tiara sat at the back of her head, indicating the location of the band that held the long mane of white behind her. It had almost rivalled her adversary, wide and frayed, but nowhere near the length he'd preferred. Not an ounce of skin, like his set, was exposed beneath her clavicle, and, like him, the joints were covered by a fine cloth metal invented by the Schnees to be comfortable.

Her glare was piercing, emanating from her one skyblue eye - the left one was stark white and pupiless, a dark scar running vertically through it - thin brows furrowed. Her mouth was a thin line, unimpressed with Jaune.

The clothing she wore was greatly reminiscent of the Admiral of the Arkship Solitude, which has never been sealed away after the Great War, even though it should have been. In the history book descriptions, Pyrrha would certainly have mistook Weiss as the fabled Sarah Schnee, the sister to the beginning of the Schnee matriarchy. However, Weiss will be the testament to the first generation of the Schnee Patriarchy era, should her younger cousin, Whitely, take the throne of the Schnee Dust Company.

Also, "Snow Angel?"

"That's not my name, Jaune," Weiss said crossly, crossing her arms, leaning into a foot, and softening her glare in favor of raising her eyebrow in incredulity with his christening.

His smirk now preferred one side of his face as he leaned in to the right, eyes narrowing in amusement. "What would you prefer?" he fished.

Pyrrha looked to Weiss, expecting her to quickly dismiss him and demand her true name, only to be struck by surprise when the woman spat out what she had.

"General?" Pyrrha wondered.

She was basically just a spectator to this.

Jaune, with his great confidence, struck forward a step. "What, like General Snow?" he queried, fully aware of his slipshod joke.

Weiss' head tilted, neck struck out to the side she was leaning on, and her eyebrows screwed up to define her current countenance, which displayed the look of Really? without saying a word.

However, she did speak.

"No."

So succinct, and with such authority. Pyrrha couldn't imagine many men averse to receive the answer unfazed like Jaune did, choosing to instead accept the answer sheepishly and walk away from what would normally be a far more chaotic confrontation. However, Jaune wasn't many men and certainly held his ground of teasing. Which, now the Pyrrha thought about it, the Schnee was taking the proverbial assault in stride, likely used to the annoyance.

Pyrrha found it fun.

"And General White?"

"No," she replied.

"General Sil-"

"Just General," Weiss leaned into her other leg more assertive with the order. Jaune was about to speak again, but she cut him off. "Jaune, this is Pyrrha Nikos," she waved to indicate her almost boredly, the other hand still resting under her elbow as support from when she was crossing her arms.

"When did they get so informal with each other?"

She jumped when she realized that she should probably speak aloud, but with filtered thoughts, of course. "Hello!" she beamed with the smile she'd used during the commercials she'd agreed via contract. If only she had read the terms and conditions, she may not have signed most of them.

"She is the Mistralian four-time regional champion."

"That's me!" False enthusiasm.

"She is the spokesperson for Pumpkin Pete's."

"Sadly the cereal isn't too good for you."

She opened her eyes to find his face morphing into one of curiosity, "Oh, yeah, weren't you in the recent magazine for Atlesia's Secrets?" he asked.

Pyrrha blushed up a storm and sputtered, not expecting him to speak of that particular publicity stunt. She hadn't realized what their version of modelling entailed until after she'd arrived post-signing on site to begin shooting. Her head slightly turtled as she turned to the side, but she heard a slap, garnering her attention back onto the scene.

Jaune had a small handprint on his face, courtesy of the Schnee, who was positively miffed with him.

"That's rude, Jaune!" she chastised. "Apologise!"

"It was just a que-" he attempted to recover, only to be slapped again, twice.

"Apologise!" she demanded.

"At least you don't have a chancla," he mumbled quietly, before turning to Pyrrha.

"Don't make me get them," Weiss threatened under her breath.

As if he hadn't heard the small girl, he bowed to Pyrrha in the traditional manner she was used to seeing, and the redhead blinked. She hadn't expected to meet such a man from Vacuo who both knew of Mistralian custom and performed it for her sake. She raised her hand to her mouth and murmured, "Oh, my..."

She felt a glare aimed squarely at the back of her head, but mentally shrugged it off as her nerves prickling at her.

"Sorry, Lady Nikos," he smoothly apologised, as ordered, and raised himself to stand straight, a look of true remorse etching his face. She couldn't take it much longer.

"It's quite alright," she shut her eyes, albeit her smile was strained.

"However," he continued, "you'd be far more beautiful than you already were if you truly smiled."

Her eyes shot open, startled by the statement. She half expected Weiss to smack him again for his rudeness, only to be astonished that the Schnee only stepped around her to nod with him. Pyrrha's head whipped back and forth to study their faces, searching for any form of deceit, only to find none of that, and only a more sinister looks on their faces.

Both of them had their dominant hands - left for the Schnee and right for the Arc - stretched under their chins with their opposite hands supporting them. With that, they both examined her current ensemble of clothes, and Pyrrha withered under their scrutiny.

"A-ano..." she quietly sputtered, red tainting her cheeks as she dipped into her old language. She looked anywhere but them. The lockers to her right, the benches to her left, the far wall- but wait! That's beyond them! She's looking at them again, and both of them are smirking.

"A simple dress may not cut it," Weiss spoke, catching Pyrrha's dumbfounded expression.

"Something low cut won't do it, either," Jaune added carelessly, and Pyrrha's eyes flicked over to him.

"Slit in the leg?" Weiss queried. She took Pyrrha's attention.

"A basic skirt," he countered.

Pyrrha realized what they were doing! This was the same as the photoshoots, only far less modest in terms of the early on clothing. She only hoped they wouldn't stoop as low as the Atlesia Secret agents had. She had enough embarrassment to last her a lifetime.

"How short?"

"How short's a maid outfit skirt?"

"A maid outfit?!" Pyrrha thought, eyes widening.

"Short," Weiss answered casually, leaning forward. "Hair up or down?"

"Up," Jaune replied, searching her face. "Neck is always best."

Pyrrha finally found it in her to finally react using words. "W-what are you two doing?!"

"Thinking about what to dress you up in, of course," Jaune said, and her eyes snapped to his.

He hadn't been fazed once by her incredulous and scandalised look. "What makes you think I'm going to let you do that?!"

"Because I'll get your parents to sign a contract," Weiss jumped in.

"Why are you okay with this?!" Pyrrha shouted, waving her hands wildly. "You should be slapping him!"

She finally gave her eyes a once over, looking positively confused with Pyrrha's words. "Why?" she asked, and Pyrrha only lowered her jaw. "I want to see you in a maid outfit myself."

"Dear God in Heaven," Pyrrha started, falling backwards. "They're both perverts!"

Time: 11:57 IM

POV 1: third, (slightly un-)limited, Jaune Arc

POV 2: third, (slightly un-)limited, Weiss Schnee

Jaune rushed in to catch her at the speed of light, beginning to pump Aura directly into the back of her neck using his Semblance. Weiss only sighed.

"I didn't imagine she would be so susceptible to lightheadedness when exposed to such open and public perversion," she lamented. "I was hoping for more. She is so innocent," she blinked slowly, slightly bored. She looked up to Jaune. "Are you waking her up? I was hoping for a short and private conversation."

"Slowly," he answered, equally disinterested. "Can't have the Mistralian four-time regional tournament champion fainting right before Initiation, after all." He narrowed his eyes and looked at his companion. "Speaking of which, how is she?"

Weiss gave Pyrrha a once over. "She looks fine, other than being pale from our assault-"

"No," Jaune cut her off with a shake of his head. "Combat wise," he corrected.

"Ah," she shook her head left and right. "She's alright for someone her age," she finally said, looking back down at the girl in his arms. "Her Semblance is Polarity. She's done well to hide it, but to someone like us, it's fairly obvious." She leaned in to hover over the woman and check for anything else out of the ordinary. Other than some more sweat beyond what was normal and a pale complexion, there was nothing out of place. "Her fighting style is a brutal mix of Mistralian and Vacoan martial arts in close quarters combat and weapons combat." She looked back up at him. "And on your end?"

"She's got a lot of help," he began, looking up at her weapons. "She's got Valen-level engineering techniques thanks to her Uncle and her father's reputation to forge it with Atlas-grade weapons technology."

She smiled mischievously. "I wonder if Watts likes his magnet design being thrown around to so-called prodigies," she speculated, before sobering herself of her short-lived elation. "Though, with everything Pyrrha's like, I really do think she's a prodigy."

"Think she can take it?" he asked, looking at her seriously.

She studied his face. "With the right incentive, we can make her do anything," she said honestly.

He narrowed his eyes. "Am I really playing crush again?"

She hid a smile. "You know you like it."

"Come on, Sarah, it's like, every time!"

"Quit your whining, Elias. It's not my fault we always chose women."

End Chapter 1

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Dictionary:

Ano: "Umm..."

References:

Atlesia's Secret: Victoria's Secret

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