Is it really that time, again? (G-man male reader x RWBY)

Chapter 11.6: Gunpowder... don't you mean fire dust?

Jaune POV

Beacon Academy, due to some old laws, was basically its own functioning, self-governing settlement. This was the result of a near century worth of wars, conflicts, invasions, and other democracy ending events. The Headmaster, as well as the staff, were given a surprising amount of freedom in the daily operations of their institution compared to other combat schools, especially Atlas. In fact, rumors circulated that Ozpin was essentially the King of Beacon, and with the combination of his honorary position on the Vale council, it was pretty much true. With such autonomy, it would naturally bring a substantial amount of individuality and self-reliance, and dear Oum was that true as well.

Beacon's grounds possessed many facilities dedicated solely to the further development of its students, in any and all possible ways. There was a health ward, a gym, a communal bath, a firing range, cafeteria, several acres of land for cultivating various crops (and coffee beans), a dust generator separate from the national grid, chemistry lab, bank, library, film studio, and many more. With the near limitless budget, one could safely live in the confines of Beacon academy for their entire life. One such facility Jaune found himself in, was weirdly one he would never willingly enter, that being the firearms workshop. All the Arc boy had on his person was his stolen family heirloom, Crocea Mors. Hell, he hadn't even shot a gun until he got here!

Yet here he was, in an armory compound, surrounded by an abundance of bolts, stocks, bullet casings, barrels, and more. His purpose there? Indulging one red-robed reaper dead set on getting him a gun.

Ruby:"Come on Jaune, you are at such a disadvantage without a firearm, you have no range!"

Jaune:"Hey, I told you, I'm a fan of the classics! and besides, Weiss technically doesn't have a gun, why isn't she here?"

Ruby:"Because unlike you, Weiss can hold her own in a fight both at range and closed in, you can't.  Also she called this a waste of time and blew me off and you were more easy to manipulate! Now what will it be. A rifle? An SMG more of your tastes? Ooh! How about a pistol mounted to your shield!?"

Jaune, while happy that that Ruby was being a good friend by looking out for him and attempting to fix his shortcomings, was not at all interested in the idea. The very thought of owning a gun seemed alien to him. The Arc family line was that of distant royalty, A dynasty of knights and cavaliers who dared not to engage their enemy from afar, but rather up close with honor. In fact, in the  only combat lessons he attended with his father, was nothing more than a lecture on the dangers and inconveniences of owning mecha-shift weapons.

This was somewhat hypocritical, as the Arc family of recent times was now synonymous with mecha-shift weapons, as displayed by Jaune's sisters. But Jaune's father was a simple man with traditional values, values which were nonconsensually given to Jaune. Jaune Arc didn't grab Crocea Mors because he wanted to, he grabbed the ancient, outdated museum piece because it was the only weapon he was somewhat familiar with.

As Jaune pondered over his inherit inability to use any weapon at a suitable level, his and Ruby's meeting was interrupted by a familiar face.

Y/N:"Good evening Ruby. Jaune. Just to let you both know, the armory will be closing soon for the upperclassmen's midnight weapon maintenance course."

Ruby:"But Professor L/N, Jaune still needs a ranged weapon! He's gone too long without one! I promised we'd find him a gun that would with well with his current loadout."