We were standing on square platforms at equal distances from each other, I noticed that the others began to assume quite unusual poses and were like a short circuit
" I'm sorry professor Ozpin, but what exactly do you mean by your own landing technique?" I asked with a slight tremble in my voice, I tried to keep the appearance of calmness. But I felt that my legs were made of cotton.They're about to collapse under my own weight
He turned his head towards me and said with virtually no emotion: "It means exactly what I said, Mr. Arc."
I could feel his gaze just crushing me, my mouth was incredibly dry but I somehow managed to choke it out" Oh yeah, sorry for the unnecessary question".
Professor Ozpin looked away from me, I wanted to ask a question about parachutes or something, but I didn't for two reasons.
Firstly, I was practically standing at the very end and didn't see anyone with a parachute, and secondly, I didn't want to attract the professor's attention again. There was something... disturbing about him.
I noticed that the first person was shooting out. I was drenched in cold sweat, but I decided to pull myself together, since others show peace and self-confidence, then I must too.
I bent my knees and bent a little, at least somehow going to prepare for the flight.
After the launch, I wanted to put myself in a controlled position, with my arms and legs spread out, I hoped that I would be able to correct the falling trajectories. I wanted to aim at the tree tops, they were really high so maybe if I hooked one in a relatively controlled way I would be able to slide down to the bottom of them.
The plan itself was good, but its execution did not go good. Well, it was tragic.the force with which I was fired was just too much, I started spinning in an uncontrolled manner and to tell the truth I had no idea what was going on. I was just too panicked.
Honestly, I thought it would be my end, that my hunting career would end before it really started. I blamed myself mentally, and when me flew into the treetops, I felt the end was near. But suddenly I felt a jerk and flew hard aside towards the trunk of a nearby tree.
I noticed that I was nailed to the wood with a gold-red spear that seemed strangely familiar to me.
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RWBY: timeline J9807
FanfictieHello everyone, I am going to present you the events of the RWBY series in a slightly changed content (due to this in the title timeline} And in addition from the perspective of Jaune Arca.I have a few ideas that seem interesting to me at the moment...
