Jet Jeyson

Type of weapon exemple, but not exactly the same

Remnant isn’t a welcoming world for a lot of persons. Families are either safe in a kingdom, or they’re suffering in the open world. Most get by, a lot still don’t. Out there, Grimms are everywhere and the evolution isn’t just a theory. Every day is a struggle for the right of survival and a fight for your land.

But that doesn’t concern Jet, he was born in Mistral.

While his early life was relatively peaceful, the kid was certainly not easy on his parents. Overflowing with energy, he would literally bounce off of walls for the fun of it, everything so he could stay in constant action, so he could keep doing stuff and not, as his mother would keep saying, “stay calm and stop running around”, whatever that meant.
School was fun for him. He was one of those kids that just get it right away and don’t need to actually work for their grades. He was almost always in the top five of his class yet almost never did his homework and barely listened in class. He had a better understanding through reading the school manuals anyway. That is how it was discovered that books were probably the only thing that would keep him still, so his parents made sure his room walls were covered with shelves over shelves of books and kept them stocked with new ones so he never ran out of things to read and so they could keep their beauty sleep.
Still, he had his family that loved him, friends, a house and a cat named Schrödinger, named by his older scientist sister. Though he usually called it Mr. Shoedonger instead. He would often draw a shoe with cat ears, whiskers and a tail in his school books using only letters or numbers.

All in all, his life was good and he was living happily, but interesting stories are never the happy normal ones.

His sister was working for a Dust research industry. They were looking into new uses for Dust and to develop new technologies using the infinitely useful product. Jet was very proud of his big sister. Even though they had a pretty big age difference, him being twelve and her being in her twenties, she would treat him like the bright boy he was and would explain him as much as she could about her work. From this, Jet developed a fascination in the product that was Dust and wanted to work in research like his sister.
She would bring him to work from time to time and he would be allowed to watch some of the experiments. One day in particular, his sister was working on some medical application for Ice Dust. Jet was around the laboratory; he was allowed to walk around so long as he stayed in the viewing areas and didn’t enter the labs themselves. In one of the bay windows, he could see what looked like a very complex experiment going on with multiple type of Dust crystals at the same time. A lot of researchers were down there and they seemed very excited about putting the finishing touch to the experiment.
Jey had no idea what that experiment was about, it wasn’t one his sister told him anything of. He had a strange feeling about it and couldn’t tear his eyes away, the experiment made him nervous. It wasn't any form of precognition, but being around the laboratory so often, it’s like he could feel it in the air that something was going to go very, very wrong.

And it did.
Jet couldn’t understand what was going on exactly, but the alarms in the lab were going off and the researchers were trying to abort the experiment. They couldn’t though and it became obvious to Jet that the people in there were in danger.
He tried to go back to his sister to get her help but she wasn’t in her lab anymore, probably left once the alarm went off using a different way than him. So he ran back to the viewpoint and indeed saw his sister in there, trying to shut down the process, but nothing worked. He saw that some of the researchers were trying to open a security door made of metal that closed on them with no avail. Jet ran to see if he could help them from the other side. He knew his semblance was a form of control of metal, but his control of it was very low since the discovery was very recent. His sister had thought him to use aura early on and his semblance came quite fast to him. Still, even with with low control, he had to try.

Finally at the security door, he saw a few frightened researchers, one of them being screamed at for activating the security measures so early, probably in panic. Jet didn’t really listen to them; they were saying stuff about not having the credentials to reverse the security protocols, that the one who had the access was inside. Jet tried to find a way to move or even bend the doors so the people inside, including his sister, could go through. He could feel the metal parts inside the door. His control was very limited at the moment, but the feeling was the first thing he managed to achieve with his semblance, connecting his aura to the metal around him to detect and feel the shape of it. He certainly didn’t have the strength to bend the whole door, but the multiple locks inside the thick steel that held both parts of the door together were made of metal, and so were all the mechanical components that manipulated them. The whole thing was activated by an electronic system which triggered the locks on and off. It was a simple task of lifting the two safety pins, then pulling the lock back for each of the five locks. Simple in perspective, but for a twelve year old, panicking kid who barely managed to move a coin, this was a herculean task.

The researchers seemed to ignore him mostly; they were trying to reach superiors or anyone else that could prevent this catastrophe from getting worse. Jet managed to get the first lock, and with his renewed hope and confidence, he made quick work of the other four. Of course, that wasn’t all, the doors had to be moved but they were heavy. Still, he wouldn’t give up and they were large enough that moving only one would be enough, so he got to work on the right one. He didn’t have any hold for his fingers so he simply placed his hands on the cold steel and used every bit of his semblance ability to try and move the metal. All he needed was a crack big enough for a finger, then every researcher inside would be able to pull on it themselves.
He managed it after almost a full minute of pulling, then he felt the door open under him so fast he fell forward inside the lab while the remaining four researchers flooded out. He was on the floor so most of them missed him while running past him. His sister though didn’t and quickly went back to pull him out, but that was when the whole thing reached critical charge and exploded. His sister tried to reach around to protect him, but was too slow, and Jet was too stunned to even react. His vision was filled with colors before all he could see was a bright and blinding while, then nothing.

He woke up in the hospital a day or so later. He couldn’t see as his eyes were bandaged but he could hear what sounded like his father and the head researcher talking. He got the update on what happened this way. The experiment was to try a new way to produce energy with Dust crystals. They had managed a stable reaction on a small scale and this was the first full scale trial. The crystals started producing much more energy than anticipated to the point it became self-sustaining and overloaded to explosion. There was no casualty per say, but his sister was in a coma. The material blown away by the explosion broke part of her spine and once she woke up… if she did… she would be paraplegic. As for himself, most of his body was protected by his sister attempt, but he was still facing the explosion itself and while no large debris got him, he got hit full face, open-mouthed, by what could only be described as a cocktail of Dust. He breathed and swallowed large quantities of Dust, not forgetting the amount that found its way in his system through his skin pores and small lacerations from small debris and Dust crystals shards penetrating his skin.

Now if this was some sort of comic, he would certainly get some awesome superpower, but this was real life. His body reacted to the foreign substance and rejected it strongly. A third voice, probably the doctor, was explaining that he would most probably develop a very severe intolerance to Dust, like an allergy, since his body would remember the intrusion and immediately reject it.

At this point Jet made himself known. He reached to remove is bandage and was helped by his father. Once the bandage was off though, he screamed. The doctor didn’t expect such a reaction to the already dimmed light, he wasn’t out that long, but Jet’s eyes were not able to tolerate even a single speck of light. Once they were all out though, he could finally see, yet even with the lack of light, his vision was even better than it was before the accident. This wasn’t something the doctor expected. Apparently, his body rejected the Dust, but not before the product had already permanently affected the nerves around his eyes. The nerve pathways around his eyes bulged to the point of becoming visible under scar tissue created by the skin irritation to the Dust embedded in his nerve pathways that couldn’t be rejected by the body.

Jet was hurting a lot for quite some time, even without the light. The neurosurgeon that looked at him determined that the Dust had somehow supercharged the nerves around and in his eyes. The Dust would come out entirely after some time, rejected by the body, but his eyes would keep their hyper-sensitivity to certain frequencies of light waves, especially the lower spectrum. He tried to describe it as “hot” light and “cold” light, but Jet didn’t exactly need him to explain. He had already realized that the daylight was painful to him, while the moonlight didn’t hurt him at all.

So his life started again. He became much less active than he used to be. He never bounced off of walls anymore; he barely bounced while slumping on the couch even. Even after the pain was gone a few months later and he could start going back to classes again with special sunglasses, his energy was gone. His sister was still in a coma and his dream of becoming a Dust researcher had crumbled to dust itself. He didn’t know what to do with himself and for almost two years, he fell into a depression.
Shrinks would talk to him, some talked bullshit about survivor’s guilt, even though no one actually died. He wasn’t stupid, he knew his sister could have probably died in there had he not managed to open the door and allow the pressure caused by the explosion to flood out of the lab. He knew very well that instead of a few burns, cuts and small injuries on the researchers outside, there would have been four casualties inside that room. Those facts always made him feel better so he never told his shrink to stop saying it. Still, he had to adapt to a new way of seeing and the idea that all he ever wanted to do was now impossible to him.

After a while, his depression turned to anger, and that anger made him a bit violent. He would pick fights left and right, actually becoming good at it even, but it worried his parents and they tried to find some other activity he could do to spend his frustrations. They tried martial arts, sports and all other sorts of physical activities. He liked some, became freakishly good at some of them even, but in the end, to his parents surprise, he started to play the piano all of a sudden which had a very calming effect on him. He wasn’t good at first of course, but he had heard some girl play in the music classroom at school and he was entranced. The piece she played was named “La valse d’Amélie” and Jet just fell in love with the sound of it. He asked if she could teach him and she accepted. Her name was Tiffany Amber and she became his closest friend and, for a time when they were older, lover.

He could honestly say he loved her and she is probably the source of his taste in woman as she was a pretty, red-headed cat Faunus that was a bit on the shy side. Their relationship developed in his first year at Sanctum and lasted all through the next three years before she had to move to Vale with her family.
He didn’t just decide to attend Sanctum though, especially since he at first didn’t even want to go as he wanted to stay with Tiffany who was no fighter. But, a miracle happened. His sister woke up.

He was sixteen, already late to enroll in combat school, but when his sister woke up, she had some level of control over her upper body, much more than what was predicted. She was sluggish and had trouble talking still, but she smiled a lot anyway. Jet would play her piano a lot in her last few months in coma since the hospital had a piano in the lobby just outside her room and he was authorized to roll it in her room and play for her. She actually woke up while he was playing the first piece he heard Tiffany play.
She loved listening to him play and he would always oblige. She learned of how he was during her coma and also learned of his new conditions. She surprised him though with a fact he never thought of. She had always encouraged him in his dream, but always thought he was too energetic for a researcher and that all that energy would be wasted behind books only. She said he should search for something he would love to do, not just because someone he loved was doing it. That actually made him think of Tiffany and how he was willing to accompany her to any school she might want to go and realized that he was doing the same thing again and following someone instead of following his own desire.

So he did something his parents never expected and may not have accepted as easily as a scholar future : he enrolled in Sanctum. He remembered he was becoming pretty good at fighting after a while and he also remembered the feeling he had when he saved the researchers and his sister. He wanted to help people again and his sister was right, he had too much energy to spend to do it from behind books. The world was in constant battle against the Grimm, what better way to spend his energy than to help protect the others.
As noble and true as these thoughts were, he still had a bit of a selfish goal to it. He had a thing for Tiffany and he thought it would impress her somewhat at the same time. A crap ton of birds with one stone in his opinion. And it worked … sorta. She was more impressed by him taking his life in hand and doing something that actually suited him than about the fact he was going to slay monsters and be a hero. But in the end they still ended up together, so to his hyper-sensitive eyes, it worked like a charm.

Combat school was thrilling and fun. He designed his own weapon and with his control over metal, he decided to go with a very dangerous and very difficult to control design. It took him a while to find a way to safely store his weapon when not using it while still being able to draw it out fast when needed, but his bracer came out pretty nicely and he discovered a new interest in playing around with tools and gadget, training his semblance at the same time to manipulate the small metal parts of any device he disassembled for fun with precision.
He was older than most students by a few years since he enrolled later than what was normal and would complete his training at 21 years old. He didn’t mind so much, but it was bit hard to see all the friends his age he was making leave for hunter school at the end of each years. He managed though, thanks to Tiffany and a few older students like him, but he couldn’t wait to get into a hunter school.

His first intention was to go to Beacon once he finished combat school, maybe meet up again with Tiffany, but he decided against it since he had actually no interest in Vale other than the fact his lovely ex-girlfriend was there. He still had feelings for her but she was gone for quite some time now and he had moved on, especially since her solitary nature came back up and contacts with her were pretty scarce.
Instead, he looked for a school where he would be able to have a bigger impact and Syne academy came up. The island of Bellmuse was interesting to him as a lot of Grimm activity was reported around there. He knew that was where he was needed so he bid his farewell to his family, his sister, Mr. Shoedonger (who was pretty old now) and set out to what promised to be an exciting adventure. And who knows, maybe the girls out there are nice too!

“You know Jet, she’s only been gone for a month, you don’t need another girlfriend NOW.” Azuron, Jet’s best (male) friend, was looking at him with a bit of desperation. He was right, Tiffany, only left a few weeks ago, though in a way their relationship ended a bit before that. The impending doom that loomed over the relationship from the news of her leaving the kingdom was a bit too much and prematurely killed any sort of romantic or even sensual mood. Attraction was still there but even their sexual life felt empty because of it. Jet mostly faulted Tiffany for that though since she was the one making herself more distant while he tried to keep the flame burning before it was truly over. In the end, their relationship ended quite publicly yet still on good terms a week before she left. Though in truth, they hadn’t even kissed in the last month before she left so their relation was already essentially over. Still, Jet guessed he shouldn’t have confronted her about it in one of the most popular café though, they made a bit of a scene even if it ended well in the end… well, as well as a break-up can end up. She still threw her cup at him. Full. With burning hot coffee. Well at least her guilt allowed her to overcome her anger and they managed to talk it through. She even recommended that he didn’t wait to start dating again. Which brings us to the present situation.

“Yeah well, life goes on and I’ll finish combat school in a year only then go to one of the Hunter schools. Dating might be a bit harder when I have a bunch of missions fighting monsters, so it’s now or never!” Jet had a big smile on his face. To be honest, he had no idea how to flirt, but he had a good wingman, ruggedly handsome looks, a cool scar telling of a heroic past and all the confidence in the world. Because if he could get a girl like Tiffany, there was no reason any girl should refuse him.

Azuron shrugged, not really caring much. His girlfriend had made fun of him when he told her of Jet’s plan to pick up a girl in the same café where he had his burning hot break-up. No bars, even though they were old enough for it, being older than most of Sanctum’s students, because Jet refused to bring home a drunk girl. Noble idiot probably had the idea from his sister or something.
It didn’t take long for Jet to spot a nice looking girl by the counter. The café was pretty popular as a hangout spot for youngster in the city. From the look of it, half of Sanctum was there and probably a bunch of teams from Haven. All in all, even Jet was surprised by the amount of potential targets. Still, the brunette out there looked alone and pretty cute.

Mustering all his courage, Jet started walking, though you would probably call that strutting if you were kind, a much more derogatory word if you were less kind. Basically, he looked pretty silly. He covered half the distance and decided to order the same drink as the girl, thinking it would help in the conversation if he made it look like he was just casually talking to her. Azuron was just behind him and ordered his own drink while Jet turned to look at the beauty. Unfortunately for him, she was now hand in hand with the guy that was in front of him in the line, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Hearing snickering behind him, he glared at his friend. It would probably have been more effective without his sunglasses but oh well; it’s the intention that counts. At the same time though, he spotted what looked like a well-armed group of four girls from haven. They were all very pretty, one of them a red-head which tempted him. Azuron looked in the direction he was looking and, in a good wingman effort, was quick to dissuade him, saying he should probably aim a bit lower and that girls in groups require ten times more work. He also pointed out that as a wingman, he could only hope to distract one friend, not three. Jet reluctantly agreed and started walking around.

The next target was a blonde deer faunus girl that looked bored. Her antlers were quite nice looking too; they had a very graceful shape. Walking toward her, he smiled and took a seat in front of her.

“Hello there! Couldn’t help but see that you looked pretty bored.” Azuron winced at that but didn’t say anything. Actually, since the girl was alone, for real this time, he was keeping his distance by sitting on the table next to them.

“Is it that obvious?” The faunus girls was smiling, which was a very good sign.

“Well, you were glaring at your coffee cup as if you were half-heartedly trying to heat it up with your eyes.” It didn’t flow as well as he wanted it and sounded a bit weird, showing a bit more of his nervosity than he liked, which the girl caught. Still the faunus smiled a bit, thought it was a bit more of an awkward smile.

“Well, I had a friend from Haven that was supposed to meet me here. I just got a call from her that she’s going to be almost an hour late. I am a bit bored since I even got here ahead of time.” She took a sip from her cup and looked curiously at Jet. “I saw you get in with a friend. Why is he sitting at the table next to us pretending to not listen to our conversation?”

“Heh, you caught that. Yeah, Azuron, my best friend. My name is Jet, by the way.” At that time said guy sat down at the table beside Jet while he was presenting him. “Now, if you caught that and remembered it, I’m going to take a chance and say one of us caught your eye. Now this guy is taken, so I hope for you it was me.”

That actually made her laugh, which was a big point for him and Azuron was actually impressed. “I’m Laevena. And while you don’t look too bad, I simply noticed your sunglasses that you're wearing even though we’re inside. The cool sunglasses look is a bit out of date I would say.” She was smiling and from her tone was just saying that in good humour. She then actually realized that the scar she was seeing might be a reason and her smile dropped. “Oh, sorry, I just realized it might be because of your scar… Are you… blind? No you can’t you saw me glaring at my cup.”

Jet adjusted his glasses by reflex at that. “No I’m not blind, quite the contrary actually. I just hardly tolerate daylight or artificial lights as I have a hyper-sensitive vision. I see much better in the dark than I do in a well lit room.”

“Ah? You have night vision?” Laevena was visibly surprised. “Are you a faunus too? I can’t see any animal traits in you.”

Jet thought everything was going pretty smoothly and may have become a bit too comfortable when he took a cheeky pose and said in a badly seductive voice. “Actually, I think I might be. I mean, I do have a horse sized –urgh!” Azuron had to elbow him in the ribs quite strongly, but to be sure, he also stomped his toes at the same time. In obvious pain, Jet still corrected himself. “I’m human… just… an accident with Dust.”

Unfortunately for the would-be lover boy, the charm was dropped quite drastically with the poorly placed crude pick-up line that might have been more effective on a drunk woman in a bar in the end. Laevena was chuckling awkwardly, an embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks. “Ah… well… Anyway! It was nice meeting you, but… I’ll go wait for my friend outside, it’s… getting a bit too cramped here, she’ll be there soon so… bye!” She was clearly not comfortable with the sudden change in direction the conversation took and it was a clear dismissal. She got up and left pretty swiftly the café. Her cup was forgotten on the table.

A soft thud was heard as Jet banged his head on the table and left it there. “That… was… so dumb.”

“I agree… What the heck was that brain fart!? You had her in your pocket almost and you dropped that very bad pickup line!” Azuron was fighting between despair and uncontrollable laughter.

“I don’t know!!! She was laughing and the joke didn’t sound as crude in my head as it did when it got out… I screwed up big time.” Jet got his head off of the table and looked around. “Well, I was doing well until then, I just need to… not do that again.”

“Ease up lover boy. We need to discuss your strategy now, and I need another coffee, you want one?” Azuron threw Jet his stern no-nonsense look.

“Think they can spike it up?” At his friend’s raised eyebrow Jet sighed. “All right, all right, no alcohol, I guess I don’t need to be more loosened up and throw out another one liner like that.”

While Azuron was gone, Jet looked at the table beside him. The girls from haven were actually within earshot. He hoped they didn’t hear him. Though he could see one of them had her weapon out and was frustratingly trying to get a piece back in place. It was a pretty regular weapon, a simple serrated hunting knife with a chamber in the pommel inside of which a long length of thin metal wire was coiling. From the look of it, the spring inside wasn’t doing its job anymore and the wire had no tension.

No even thinking about it, Jet got up and walked to her. He didn’t really ask permission since he didn’t actually need to touch the weapon to feel the issue. He just got his hand closer and twisted his fingers a bit. A small click was hear when the spring got back in place and quickly pulled in the wire, almost cutting the girl who what holding it, but she was evidently an expert with the tool and managed to avoid bloody fingers.

“Sorry, didn’t think it would be that immediate, the spring obviously still had a strong tension in it, it was just blocked by a bit of wire that didn’t coil correctly. That can happen when the wire coils back too fast and the momentum… “ Jet was in his geek mode as his friends called it sometimes. He shook his head and scratched the back of his head nervously. “Ahhh, sorry, I didn’t even ask permission.”

The girl, a green haired tomboy, looking at him incredulously. “Don’t apologize! I’ve been trying to get this thing repaired all day now! What did you do?”

Jet smiled, happy that it was all good. “Ah well, my semblance is ferrokinesis, I could feel the issue in it and simply unstuck the spring. Though if you don’t want it to happen again, I’d suggest upgrading the mechanism. The best would be something that would link with your aura so you have some control over it but it might be expensive. Other than that you could…”

Jet continued explaining the various options she had for her weapon. She obviously knew it very well but she was obviously not a techy chick. It wasn’t long that the other girls had him take a look at their weapon. The red-head girl he spotted before was smiling pretty widely while showing him her Dust-action sword (a duster… oh well, can’t be perfect). They strangely didn’t ask anything about his glasses or scar, usually people can’t resist. Azuron had joined them in the middle of it all, giving his friend a warning look but Jet wasn’t in flirt mode anymore, they were just pretty cool.

“So you’re at Sanctum? Is Erber still teaching strategy? I mean the guy is almost a fossil! He got late to class half the time because he just couldn’t walk fast enough.” The green haired girl suddenly looked at the door, frowning. “Oh this could be a problem… Mei?”

Turning around, the group could all see a fuming guy at the door, looking straight at them. Mei, the red-head, sighed before getting up and placing herself between the rapidly approaching guy and Jet. “That’s my soon to be ex-boyfriend if he keeps up with his jealousy… Vance, you better not…”

“Don’t start Mei, I need to have a word with those two bastards.” The guy named Vance was the typical all buff, no brain type of guy. “Meet me outside.”

Mei just threw her arms in the air and gathered her things before going after him. Jet and Azuron simply shrugged and followed. “Meh, the night was missing some action anyway.” Jet wasn’t afraid to assume here, it was pretty obvious that there would either be a violent break-up, Vance would attack either or both of them, or all of the above.

Outside, Jet saw how true that was. Mei was screaming at her soon-to-be-if-not-already-ex-boyfriend. Vance though wasn’t even looking at her; he was looking straight at Jet who was the one sitting next to Mei at the table. In his hand was the mandatory buff guy weapon: a mace. It looked well-made but was a simple mace still. “I don’t like guys hanging around my girl. So I’ll beat you up, make an example.”

“Wow, that was actually more words than I was expecting.” Jet was not the type to mince his words with guys like this. At the same time, if the guy was in Haven, he might be stronger than he look. Yet, he didn’t look like a guy from Haven, Haven has standards. Jet took a fighting stance since the fight was obviously inevitable.

“You will regret that!” Vance charged Jet who just took off his glasses calmly and handed them to Azuron. It was night so he could see perfectly outside of the café where the artificial lights blinded him. There were still some street lights but they didn’t bother him too much so long as he didn’t look at them directly.

Vance swung his mace in a wide, predictable arc. Yeah, that guy was no Haven student, he wasn’t even good enough for third years at Sanctum, it would be a massacre. With a casual step backward, Jet avoided the blow before stepping back forward inside his opponent’s range. With one hand in his pocket, he used his right one to push the guy backward. At the same time, he slipped his right foot forward and used it to unbalance him further, effectively making the big guy fall on his ass.
Vance quickly got up and tried a vertical swing of the giant piece of metal in his hand. The Sanctum student wasn’t dumb enough to rely on his control of metal here; the big guy was probably still physically stronger than him and would overpower his semblance easily. Anyway, it would be a waste of aura. Instead, he stepped to his left and used his bracer to push the mace a bit more to the side, making it crack the ground it hit. With a swift kick, Jet made his opponent fall back on his tailbone again. That would probably hurt a lot if they keep this up.

Vance was clearly outmatched. But he was also very dumb, so he got up and charged again. Jet though, was getting bored; the fight made no sense and was a waste of time. He decided to end it there and let his prized possession coil out of his bracer, Drachenrüken. Vance’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the chain of blades. Jet did an overhead swing of his arm, animating the blades that were lying on the ground; they scraped the road a bit before flying straight at his opponent, making him jump to the side. A flick of the wrist later and the blades from his hand to the tip gradually changed trajectory toward Vance’s new position. When the movement reached the weighted tip, it flicked suddenly like a whip and caught the mace handle, the blades looping around it. Jet made a sharp pull to test his opponent grip but he wasn’t wrong before, he wasn't physically strong enough to overpower the mace wielder.

That actually made Mei’s whatever-he-is-to-her-now smile, thinking he had the advantage. “Ah! Now your weapon is trapped and I’m clearly stronger!”

Jet rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist again. The chain between him and the mace twisted under his opponent’s arm, the flat of the blades resting on his wrist. Raising an eyebrow to Vance who somehow realized he couldn't free his arm without injury if he tried, Jet was waiting to make sure he understood the situation. He just had to pull sharply and at best the big guy would leave with a few cuts. At worst, depending on how he reacted to pain, he could lose his hand. Vance still wasn’t letting go his weapon so Jet decided to encourage him by giving a light tug on his blades. They scratched a bit of Vance’s arm which made him finally understand. He loosened his grip on his mace and Jet freed his opponent’s arm and disarmed him with a sharp pull.

“Now… can I say something?” Drachenrüken fluidly released the mace mid-air and Jet caught it with his left hand. The weight was impressive but nothing a bit of ferrokinesis couldn’t compensate and make it look like he caught it as if it was a simple wooden stick. Not actually waiting for an answer, he was about to continue but caught the eye of Mei and realised she was still fuming, so she probably didn’t drop the bomb yet. “Actually, I don’t think I have anything to say. Just remember that whatever happens next was entirely your fault.”

What followed was probably the most brutal break-up ever. The poor (not really) guy was stunned and took a defiant attitude for a while. Then Mei actually started beating him up when he got too close. Jet knew she was from Haven so he expected her to be at least strong enough for it, but it’s always funny to see a big guy get his ass handed to him by a comparatively minuscule girl. All in all, it took two minutes for the break up, ten seconds for the beating, and Vance was leaving, awkwardly catching his mace that Jet threw back at him. The Sanctum student did feel somewhat bad for Vance but… he really was an idiot.

“Excuse me for asking but… Why were you even with him at all?” Mei looked at Jet after his question and shrugged.

“Lost a bet, had to agree to go on a date with him. He was actually pretty sweet on that first date and naively thought he was actually nice. All in all, I’ve been dating him for only two weeks.” She then looked at Jet appreciatively and smirked. “Now, I think you deserve a drink, how about we go back inside and you can tell me all about you horse faunus heritage.”

Azuron snorted at that. They were definitely within earshot of the conversation Jet had with Laevena and had heard that part. When the girls were inside, Jet turned to his friend with an exaggeratedly proud smirk of his own, an obvious lie on the tip of his tongue.

“All according to my plans!”