rwby · team rwby · team jnr · faunus · semblance · weapons · beacon academy · action · fantasy · ensemble cast
Candlelight flickers in Saphron’s living room, stretching shadows across the cracked plaster where Jaune’s fist left its mark. Dust motes swirl in the amber glow, and the air tastes of old wood and coiled tension. Outside, the wind of Mistral rattles the windowpanes, a bitter reminder of the closed borders they couldn’t breach. The team stands fractured—Ruby’s silver eyes fixed on the floorboards, Weiss clutching Myrtenaster like a crutch, Blake’s feline ears pinned tight against her head. Jaune breathes heavily, staring at the damage he’s wrought. Then Oscar speaks up, his voice thin and uncertain: ‘We’re not the villains here.’ Jaune’s head snaps up, cold fury extinguishing the last ember of regret. ‘Are we sure about that?’ He storms toward Oscar, and the room…