RWBY: Grimm Semblance | Part 1: Recortar la luna, Muetsu

Awakening To Power

Jaune gazed around with a surprised expression. Last time he checked, he was not in a dark abyss that had shadows flowing out of cracked stones and boulders. The air felt heavy with moister and ice cold oxygen. It was strange, however, that Jaune had no uncomfortable feeling as he slowly looked around the abyss. In a way, it felt right to be here, as if he belonged here. His senses were also filled with the feeling of nostalgia. This place felt familiar, but the familiarity carried the slight emotion of sorrow. Yes, Jaune felt sad, as if he had did something wrong. He felt guilty.

"Hello, Jaune Arc." A chilling voice filled the air. Jaune spun on the balls of his feet, frantically looking for the voices owner, but found non.

With a slight tremble, Arc squeaked out, "H-hello, who's there?" His question was meet with a sigh as the sounds of foot falls closed in in Jaune. They were slow, not rushed in the slightest. The clacking of boots and stone continued until a figure emerged from the blackness. Now, Jaune was as strait as can be, as most would know with his dating attempts with Weiss, but the figure in front of the blond teen was what would be considered the definition of handsome. His face was flawless and held a young but matured look. His Silky white hair reached passed his shoulder, a good combo with his light blue eyes and pale skin. He was fitted in a black, ankle length, leather trench coat. It was unbuttoned, revealing a white under vest that was lined with red. His pants were black like his coat, but had a crimson lining, much like his vest. His boots were high and had several buckles, keeping them tightly in place.

The man stopped just on the edge of Jaune's vision. "Why you cower from yourself, Jaune Arc? Do you not recognize this place, do you not recognize me?" The man kept a strait face as he gazed at the trembling teen.

Jaune kept felling more guilt, but he didn't know why. Should I know? What did he mean by'Why do you cower from yourself'? Whats going on!? Jaune swallowed before answering. "Umm, n-no. Should I?" he asked with a growing fear of the being in front of him. The man just sighed before taking slow steps towards Jaune.

The Blonds eyes widened as he took a few steps backwards. "S-stay back!"

"Even now, when you see a reflection of your power, you fear it. Why?" The being asked as he stepped towards Jaune.

"What are you talking about!?" Jaune screamed with fear. He was terrified, he didn't have his weapon or shield to defend himself. The Being stopped at Jaune's words and growing fear. He held a slightly hurt expression as he looked over Jaune.

"It seems my attempts were futile then. If that is the case, let me ask you this, Jaune Arc, what is a semblance to you? How to you describe it? A tool, a piece of your soul, or even a weapon of sorts?" Jaune recoiled at the question. Why would he ask that, or better yet, why did he look hurt at Jaune's words?

"Why?" Jaune asked with uncertainty.

"Just answer, do not let me sway a choice, just answer. What is a semblance to you, Jaune Arc?"

What is a semblance to him? He didn't have one, but the people he saw with semblance always used them as a weapon, even if they are part of their soul. Thinking over his thoughts, Jaune answered, "I don't know. I've never had experience with a semblance, but my friends use them as a weapon. Call me crazy, but it's like a part of them is always sad, I've never said anything to them, but I defiantly notice."

The black clad looked surprised but that surprise turned to pride. "Very good Jaune Arc, you are correct. You friend's semblances are filled with grief, for they are not able to speak with their wielder. Despite this, that piece of soul deeply cares about their wielder, thus they grant them power. It will never be as strong as it could be, but the Semblances will always try to keep their wielder safe."