A/N: Well, I told you this story would be told, and it shall. I've finally gotten around to rewriting the original story, my first story here on the site: The Idiot, The Assassin, The Fighter, and The Robot.
If you've read the original, then you might see some similarities, yet there have been changes as well. I'll let you all see for yourselves. If you haven't read the original, welcome to the rewrite, and don't bother reading the original. It's too much to read.
LET THIS REWRITE BEGIN!
DISCLAIMER: RWBY is Monty's, always had been, always will be. Any other familiar elements belong to their respective owners. I only own this story and my OC's. Nothing more.
The Idiot
The snowy forest was…well, snowy. In fact, that's all it ever was in this forest. It's a wonder if it ever doesn't snow. But, that's not what's important right now.
What's important is a significant event that is set to occur in this forest. An event that could possibly leave a lasting impact on the world of Remnant.
This event…inadvertently involves a young girl who just happens to be visiting the grave of her dead mother.
Said young girl was a fifteen-year old Ruby Rose, who is quite distinguishable thanks to her red hood. She had just finished speaking to her mother's grave, saying all that she needed to say. She turned to leave….
When all of a sudden, she heard a strange sound coming from the sky. She looked up…and gasped.
It looked there was some sort of tear in the sky making itself known!
It was spiral-shaped and a variety of colors, the main being blue, purple, and green. The tear grew larger and larger until it looked about half as big as Remnant's moon from the perspective of someone gazing up at it.
As Ruby stared up at it, a tiny dot made itself known at the center of the wormhole. As it grew bigger, the wormhole began to collapse and disappear. Only the tiny growing dot remained….
Though as it got closer, it turned out to be not a dot…but a ship of sorts.
Ruby narrowed her eyes to try and make out what it looked like…which turned out to be difficult since it was currently on fire…and speeding towards the forest.
She observed as it flew over the area she was in and disappeared to the other side of the forest….
CRASH!
And there's the crash.
Curiosity getting the better of her, she said her goodbyes to her mother's grave and sped towards the rising smoke that indicated the crash site.
(Five minutes earlier)
"Are we there yet?"
"No, sir."
"…Are we there yet?"
"No, sir."
"…Are we there yet?"
"No, sir."
"…Are we there yet?"
"No. Sir."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…Are we-?"
"Sir. Please stop asking. I shall notify you when we arrive."
The 16-year-old, who spoke in a western accent, groaned as he slumped in the pilot seat. "But we've been stuck in this wormhole for hours!"
"Complaining won't make this trip any faster, sir."
The 16-year-old sighed and sat still….
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"…Well?"
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"…WRITER!"
((Wha…oh right.))
Who was this young man on a ship that was currently traveling through a wormhole?
His name…is Jason Jones….
And he's an idiot.
"Seriously?!"
((Ignore him.))
If one were to be there next to this guy, they would be able to take notice of his appearance. The idiot was a young man at the age of sixteen. He wore a tight white sleeveless muscle shirt. Over this, was a sleeveless checkerboard vest…jacket…thing…that had two breast pockets. On his head was a brown cowboy hat, and over his eyes were a set of black tinted shades (Lucky Shades) that provided special…benefits….
More on that later.
Another feature about his face was the facial hair. He had a distinct combination in which a thin line of hair, approximately half an inch in width, ran along his jawline, connecting his sideburns with his mustache/goatee combination. Adorned around his neck was a gold cross chain necklace. On his hands was a pair of black fingerless biker gloves. He also wore simple blue jeans of which a belt with a buckle was placed around the waist area. On his feet was a pair of light brown cowboy boots that had spurs at the heels.
If it wasn't obvious, the idiot's going for the whole cowboy look so that he can be a modern cowboy. The only thing out of place in his attire, other than the shades, perhaps, was the wireless Bluetooth earpiece in his right ear, meant for communication.
((There, happy?))
"You didn't have to refer to me as 'the idiot', you know."
((Yes. Yes I did.))
"Goddamn it."
"Language, sir."
Jason glanced at the holo-pad where the digital form of a sphere (an A.I.) hovered. Whenever this sphere spoke, it would light up…and talk in a British accent much similar to that of the A.I. of a certain genius/billionaire/playboy/philanthropist.
"Reginald, you need to stop with that."
"I shall make a gentleman out of you whether you like it or not. And gentleman do not swear."
Jason stared blankly at Reginald. "…You've had six years to make me into a gentleman, and yet I haven't changed a goddamn-."
"Language, sir."
"-bit. So I'd appreciate it if you laid off, pardner."
Both Jason and Reginald had a stare off…which was moot because the A.I. didn't even have any eyes to begin with. Nonetheless, the A.I. sighed.
"I suppose you're as much a gentleman as you can be."
"Thank you-."
"Doesn't mean I won't stop trying, but I can "lay off" as you put it."
"…That's as good as I'm gonna get, isn't it?"
"Indeed, sir."
Jason sighed and stared out the viewport of the ship, watching the multiple colors of the inside of the wormhole passed by. It was almost like traveling through hyperspace…only replace the stars with the colorful inner workings of a wormhole. He took a sip of his flask of whiskey as he and Reginald waited for the wormhole's exit.
Here's a fun fact: they didn't even mean to enter the wormhole. It had simply appeared all of a sudden and sucked them in.
Now, the thing about wormholes is that they are theoretical short cuts to places of great distance (such as billions of light years), different universes, or even different points in time.
So for all the idiot ("Hey!") and the A.I. knew, they could either be heading to the other side of the universe, a different universe entirely, or any point in time (such as the age of dinosaurs).
Not that it worried the idiot ("Hey!"). He was actually the adventurous type, traveling to new worlds and having fun, whether it's to take part in what goes on in said world, or making new friends…or both. The only problem is that he's always going into a new world blind, so he won't really know how to properly handle a situation….
Not to mention he's an idiot.
"…"
((Good. No more indignant shouts.))
Since Jason's an idiot, this means he probably won't be coming up with genius strategies anytime soon. He has plans all the time…but most fail miserably.
It's a wonder he's survived any of his adventures.
Then again, he has an insane amount of luck that has literally kept him alive in the six years he's been adventuring, not to mention his insane durability (originally above average, but increased with the number of times he's had his ass kicked) and a healing factor (it's somewhat lackluster, but it helps).
Put all these three together, and you've got a literal punching bag…that can fight back.
He has other abilities and…perks, but that's for later.
Right now…the control panel begins to beep.
"It appears we're about to exit the wormhole, sir," Reginald announced.
Jason grinned. "Well it's about damn time." He took another sip of whiskey before strapping himself in-.
BOOM!
Jason fell off his seat on to the ground. "What in tarnation?!"
Alarms began blaring throughout the ship. All the terminal screens began flashing red, making mention of problems that the idiot couldn't understand right away…except for one, surprisingly.
Engine failure?
"Reginald?" Jason asked. "The hell's happening?"
"It appears the ship has sustained massive amounts of damage to the engine," the A.I. responded. "A chain reaction is occurring as we speak."
"Chain reaction?"
"…This ship will explode, sir."
Jason blanched. "A-And we can't make it not explode?"
"I'm afraid not, sir."
Jason bit his fist. "Shit."
"On another note, we are now exiting the wormhole."
Jason looked out the viewport to find that they were in fact exiting the wormhole…and it appeared there was another planet right near it.
"Reginald?"
"Right away, sir. Please strap yourself in."
Jason got back on the pilot seat and strapped himself in good and tight. As he did, he took the time to examine what he could of the planet they were about to crash on.
"Are those dragons?"
"It would appear so, sir. Strange the landmasses would be shaped like that."
The ship began to groan and shift as it entered the atmosphere of the planet. Jason could see the viewport turn an orange-yellow color from the heat.
They were crashing real fast.
He could make out what appeared to be a forest covered in snow. Ahead of that, however, was a cliff….
And if his eyes weren't deceiving him, there appeared to be a dot of red near the edge. As the ship neared the forest, he found that the "dot" appeared to be a person.
Huh…a local.
He briefly wondered if that person saw them before giving his attention to the forest he and Reginald would inevitably crash into. He noted that the ship passed over a clearing of the forest and was closing in on the forest floor…which was full of trees.
Things are about to get bumpy!
And bumpy it was. The ship hit the ground hard, bouncing from time to time, knocking down some trees in the process. The ship's momentum eventually faded, and the ship came to a stop thanks to some larger than average trees. As the ship settled, Jason unstrapped himself and gazed at the holo-pad.
"You alright, Reginald?"
"The *zzzt* ho-holo-pad has *zzzt* sustained damage," Reginal replied. "But I myself *zzzt* am fine."
"Good to hear," Jason smiled, then frowned. "How long until the ship explodes?"
"Ten *zzzt* minutes, sir."
Jason nodded. "Gives me enough time to get my shit. And your body."
"Vessel, sir. It's *zzzzt* hardly a body."
"Whatever."
Jason ejected Reginald from the holo-pad, a small chip sliding out. He pocketed it and made a run for the armory.
The armory door opened and Jason stepped through. He ran towards a desk where the "body" was.
Said vessel looked like a floating eye to the idiot. In actuality, it's a piece of ancient technology from a lost civilization of the past. It was a metal sphere that concaved on the sides. The "eye" part was actually a photoreceptor, which was green.
In layman's terms for the idiot…it was the artifact from Red vs. Blue, where a certain A.I. used to inhabit. Though now a new A.I. inhabited it now…Reginald.
Jason inserted the A.I. chip into the vessel. A second later, the vessel activated and lifted into the air.
"Hello again, sir." When Reginald spoke, the "eye" would blink green.
"Howdy," Jason grinned. "Now to get my shit."
"Please stop referring your items to that derogatory term."
Jason rolled his eyes and made his way to the weapon lockers. He opened the main one that contained his personal favorites (and regularly used) and looked inside.
The first gun is a unique .357 magnum revolver named "Lucky". The barrel, frame and cylinder are made of a smooth black metal decorated with ornate gold etchings. The ivory handle is polished and has a clubs symbol on it. The word "Lucky", the name of the gun, is engraved on the silver plate on the ejector tube. This revolver is unique not only in appearance, but in usability as well. It has a higher fire rate than most revolvers of its kind, and deals more damage, as well as a higher chance of a critical hit on anyone on the receiving end of this unique weapon. This gun fires six shots, and must be reloaded on bullet at a time.
The second gun is a unique .44 magnum revolver named Mysterious Magnum. This revolver features a silver finish with intricate engravings etched all around the weapon and a pearlescent grip. Like Lucky, the Mysterious Magnum also deals higher damage, and has a significantly faster firing rate than a normal .44 magnum. What's most unique is what happens when you draw and holster the weapon. When you draw it, the sounds of some notes of a guitar playing can be heard. When holstered, a final guitar note is heard. This gun also fires six shots, but luckily it reloads a full chamber rather than one bullet at a time like Lucky.
Both revolvers had been retrieved from a wasteland on Jason's second adventure…which had been pretty interesting, all things considered….
No time to reflect on past adventures.
Placing Lucky and the Mysterious Magnum on a table, Jason reached into the locker again and pulled out two more guns: an 1892 Alaskan Takedown and a unique double-barreled shotgun called Pa's Fishing Aid.
The Takedown is a combination of the traditional lever-action rifles (hence the year 1892) and modern technology. It is chambered for .45 Colt rounds. The stock and forend are made of wood with over-molded rubber "soft touch" finish. The comfortable butt stock is made of anti-shock rubber. The lever of the rifle is a big loop lever, so the user feels like John Wayne. The sights are Skinner Express style, though what makes the weapon better is that the barrel is drilled and tapped for "Scout Mount" optics…a scope, basically, allowing for a longer range of fire. Though with some slight modifications from Reginald to both the gun and scope, the range has increased to the point where the Takedown, with the scope attached, can rival any sniper rifle. The overall color scheme of the Takedown is silver, black and gray.
Pa's Fishing Aid is, as stated before, a unique double-barreled shotgun from a wasteland similar to the one previously mentioned, only from a different time period. The barrel and stock were intact, the former a blackish-gray color, and the latter a dull brown. It basically looks the same as a regular DBS, the only difference being in terms of damage. It does less damage than a regular DBS, but if you get a critical hit, it does a massive amount of critical damage. Makes you wonder what would happen if he got a, as it is called in the wasteland, a sneak critical hit. The gun is obviously a two-round chamber, and it fires both shots when fired, forcing the user to reload after only one shot. Not that it's a problem, since Jason's fast at reloading.
Placing the lever-action carbine and DBS on the same table, Jason opened the bottom compartment of the locker and took out two…rather large knives.
Why were they large? Because they were Bowie knives. But not just any Bowie knives. They were model 12: Smithsonian Bowie.
The Smithsonian Bowie knives were each near 16 inches in length, the blade of each being 11 inches of 3/8 stock steel, and the top cutting edge being 4 ¾ inches. The handles (each 5 ¼ inches approximately) was of a leather material and commando shaped (styled), with the butt of each knife ending with a Duralumin (an age-hardened aluminum alloy) butt cap. The hilt of each knife was brass lugged. A name was engraved on the blade of each knife so that there would be a difference: Rambo and Dundee.
Fun fact: the Smithsonian Bowie knife is actually the closest replica there is to the original Bowie knife used by Jim Bowie himself…at least, that's what Jason heard
Placing the knives and their respective (brown) sheaths near his guns, he took off his vest/jacket and held it out to Reginald.
"I need you to stuff all the ammo and dynamite I have into the inner pockets."
"Of course, sir."
The A.I. levitated the vest/jacket near the lockers and began levitating all the ammo and dynamite Jason had…which was a lot.
Just how was all the ammo and dynamite going to fit in the pockets to begin with? And even if it was possible, how was Jason going to be able to move when all that weight weighed him down?
Simple really…spaciel rift multipliers….
It's a thing, alright. You can thank X-Ray and Vav (specifically Hilda) for that little gizmo. It basically makes his inner pockets into bottomless pits, allowing an infinite amount of items to be stored inside. Best part is, no matter how much is in it, it won't weigh him down, as if there was nothing there to begin with.
As Reginald completed his task, Jason loaded each gun with its respective ammo: six .357 magnum rounds for Lucky, six .44 magnum rounds for the Mysterious Magnum, ten .45 Colt rounds for the Alaskan Takedown, and two shotgun shells for Pa's Fishing Aid.
He holstered Lucky to his left and the Mysterious Magnum to his right, the same going for Rambo (left) and Dundee (right). He then holstered the Takedown and unique DBS crisscross on his back.
"Task complete, sir."
Jason had a surprised look on his face. "Really? That was fast."
Did I mention he had a lot of ammo and dynamite?
"Indeed, sir. We are short on time, after all."
BOOM!
"Fair point."
"I also took the liberty of separating each ammo type into separate pockets, as well as placing the dynamite in its own pocket."
Let it be known that Jason's vest/jacket had many inner pockets.
"Awesome."
BOOM!
"…Sir, I believe it's time to leave."
"Not yet," Jason said. "Still need my personal belongings…and some of my souvenirs."
BOOM!
"…There isn't time sir."
Jason sighed. "Fine…just my personal belongings, then."
"Very well, sir." Reginald took off with the vest/jacket in tow.
Jason made to close the weapons locker…but spotted something.
"Holy shit. I nearly forgot."
He reached in and took out a pair of brass knucks…well, not brass, per say. More like wooden knucks…made out of the strongest wood there is (on Earth): Quebracho wood. He had made these knucks with his own two hands, along with help from Reginald and a precision laser.
Nonetheless, these wooden knucks were special, being shaped like regular brass knucks. Jason took the knucks and closed the locker.
"Sir."
"Gah!" Jason jumped in surprise at Reginald's abrupt voice. "Damn it, Reginald! Don't do that!"
The A.I. chuckled. "You're personal belongings have been stored, sir." The vest/jacket was held out to Jason.
"…Again, that was quick."
"And again, we're short on time, sir."
BOOM!
"…Right," Jason said, putting on the vest/jacket and placing the wooden knucks in the right breast pocket. "Let's go!"
Both the idiot and A.I. made a run for the exit of the ship. Explosions could be heard all over. The walls were leaking oil. Circuits were sparking like crazy. Pipes were busted, releasing air at a rapid pace.
As they neared the exit, Jason stopped near a certain room. Noticing that the idiot wasn't beside him, Reginald turned back and found Jason near a room with the name "Souvenirs" on it.
"Sir-."
"Just one!"
"There's no time, sir!"
"We'll make time!"
Jason opened the doorway and stepped into the room. In it, there were several items that had been collected as souvenirs to commemorate all the adventures Jason's had for the past six years. Many objects from different worlds….
Unfortunately, the idiot could only take one, and he needed to make the decision quickly.
Glancing around at all his souvenirs, he eventually chose one…a bag of Pixie dust….
"What?" Jason asked. "If you had the chance to fly, y'all would've taken some Pixie dust as well."
((You really don't have time to explain yourself.))
"Yeah, yeah."
Jason left the souvenir room. "So, how long do we have before the ship explodes?"
"30 seconds, sir."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap!"
Jason and Reginald hightailed it into the exit room where the boarding ramp was located. Jason immediately pushed the button that lowered the ramp…only to have no response.
"What in tarnation?!"
"All systems are down, sir."
"Great! Now you tell me!"
"I advise you use the ceiling hatch, sir."
Jason looked up to find said hatch.
"…Thank God I made that investment, huh?"
"Indeed, sir…also, 15 seconds left, sir."
Jason blanched and immediately started climbing the ladder to the ceiling hatch. He slipped a little before reaching the hatch. He quickly twisted the wheel and lifted the hatch door open.
"Seven seconds, sir."
"Shit!"
Jason climbed out and jumped off the side of the ship, landing on the snowy ground in a barrel roll. Reginald sped by him.
"Three seconds, sir."
Paling even more, Jason ran as fast as he could to get away from the ensuing blast. He and Reginald ducked behind a conveniently-placed large rock and braced themselves for the explosion….
Yet it never came.
Jason peeked through his arms and saw the ship was still intact…on fire, but still intact.
Reginald hummed. "Odd, the ship should've exploded by no-."
BOOM!
"There it is."
The ship exploded in a fashion that would make Michael Bay jealous. Debris flew everywhere. The rock Jason and Reginald were behind shielded them from any debris sent there way.
The idiot and the A.I. stared at the remains of the Milano-looking ship.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…Reginald?"
"Yes, sir?"
"…We're stuck on this planet, ain't we?"
"It would appear so, sir."
"…Crap."
Jason groaned and reached into one of his inner pockets. He pulled out a cigarette, as well as a lighter that had a symbol of a skull within a gear (Gears of War symbol) on it. He flipped it open and lit the cigarette, taking a deep breath of it before blowing out a puff of smoke.
Reginald stared at Jason. "…You really shouldn't be smoking at such a young age, sir."
"Yes Reginald," Jason replied in a rehearsed tone. "You've said that many times."
"And while I didn't say anything earlier, you shouldn't be drinking, either."
"Reginald," Jason began, again in a rehearsed tone. "My healing factor ensures that I can smoke and drink without the long-run repercussions. While I personally don't encourage underage drinking and smoking, my healing factor lets me get away with it."
"That doesn't mean you should indulge yourself in the acts."
"My choice, buddy." Jason took another breath of the cigarette and let it out. "Besides, I think we have more important things to deal with. Such as, oh I don't know, being stranded on an alien planet!"
"No need to be rude, sir."
Jason sighed. "Sorry. It's just…this has never happened before."
"Sir-."
"Okay, this has happened three or four ti-."
"Twenty-eight, sir."
"-twenty-eight times before. But all those times, we were able to repair the ship." Jason gestured to the ship. "But this time…I don't like our chances."
Reginald was silent for a moment. "…Indeed. I believe we may actually be stuck here."
Jason pursed his lips. Taking another breath of his cigarette, he looked up at the sky…and immediately coughed.
"Ack *cough cough*, Reginald?!"
"I'm right here, sir. It's unnecessary to yell."
Jason beat his chest to silence his coughing and pointed at the sky. "But look!"
Reginald did so. "…Oh my."
Oh my, indeed. For up in the sky, they saw that the moon was shattered. How it got that way was anyone's guess.
"…Reginald?"
"Yes, sir?"
"…The moon's broken."
"I can see that."
"…" Jason took another breath of his cigarette and sighed. "Not even a day on this planet, and I already see something that don't make a lick of sense."
"Perhaps not to you, sir," Reginald said. "But perhaps it's normal for the inhabitants of this planet."
"Probably."
Jason dropped his cigarette to the snowy ground and looked around. The forest was rather bleak. The trees were without any leaves. Hell, there wasn't anything green in sight….
Then again, it's snowing.
Before Jason could decide his next move, the sound of an acoustic guitar playing a sad melody made him pause.
"Reginald?"
"I hear it, sir." After being with Jason for six year, the A.I. tended to pick up on "outside forces" that the idiot heard all the time. "Sounds sad, doesn't it?"
"Amen to that." Jason held his ear in each direction to find where the tune was coming from. Eventually, the tune sounded louder in the direction away from the crash site.
"It's coming from that way."
Jason and Reginald made their way through the forest towards the sound. As they got closer, the sound became louder. At some point, the voice of a woman could be heard.
"Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest."
Jason couldn't help but think that whoever was singing had a beautiful voice. He felt that the lyrics had some sort of meaning, but he would ask Reginald about it later…if he remembered.
"White is cold and always yearning, burdened by a royal test."
The idiot and A.I. neared the place where the song was coming from…which happened to be the clearing they had passed over before the crash….
Though a feeling of dread filled within Jason at what he saw.
"Black the beast descends from shadows."
Whether or not those lyrics referred to what Jason saw or not was irrelevant. At the moment, a large pack of what looked like black werewolves had gathered around something in the distance. He pulled out his Alaskan Takedown and looked through the scope to see what was going on.
Jason took note of how these wolves were standing on their hind legs with a slouch, kinda like a werewolf. Their fur was pitch black and, upon seeing one of these creatures turn its head a little, Jason saw that their eyes were completely red. When he moved his line of sight towards whatever the wolves were surrounding, he only had one thought.
Oh shit!
What, or in this case who, the wolves were surrounding was a person. Jason couldn't tell if it was a guy or gal due to the red cloak...
Red cloak?
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Holy shit! It's Little Red Riding Hood!
"Yellow beauty burns…"
As soon as that line started, three of the creatures closest to the red cloaked girl charged and lunged at her with their long, sharp claws. Jason could only watch in horror as the wolves swiped their claws at the unfortunate girl who disappeared in a flash of rose peta-.
"Wait, what?"
It was true the girl seemingly disappeared, leaving a few rose petals behind. Jason searched around through his scope in an attempt to locate the girl.
"…gold."
After hearing the woman's voice for what he felt was the final time, he had the sudden urge to look up. Doing so, he was surprised to see that the girl had somehow appeared above the wolves. The girl reached for something on her back. She pulled out what appeared to be a red, rectangular box, though it proved to be a gun when it slightly extended and the girl fired a bullet that blew a large part of the wolves head out in a burst of blood-red smoke, the creature slowly fading away….
Deciding that the fading away part can be questioned later, Jason only had one thought in mind.
Little Red Riding Hood has a gun!
After the first kill, the music had begun to get more upbeat, and a Spanish acoustic guitar began playing. The way the music was playing seemed to be in sync with what was happening.
Jason and Reginald witnessed the girl kill three more of the creatures: the first in the back after having leapt over it, the second in its side, and, after landing, the third dead center. Thinking that the girl couldn't surprise him anymore than she already had, Jason was proven wrong when she unfolded her rifle…into a large goddamn scythe!
A scythe…that's also a gun….
"Reginald?"
"Yes, sir?"
"You're seeing this too, right?"
"Indeed, sir. She's quite impressive."
"…You think she needs help?"
"Considering that her weapon of choice is a scythe bigger than she is that doubles as a rifle and that she has used it with confidence despite the large number of creatures, I can only theorize that she knows what she's doing. Therefore, I do not believe so."
"However," the A.I. continued. "It would not be very gentleman-like to leave a lady to fend for herself…no matter how skilled she is."
"I couldn't agree with you more," Jason concurred, grinning. He reached into his vest/jacket and pulled out the flask of whiskey from earlier. He opened the cap, took a sip, enjoyed the taste, closed the cap, and placed the flask back in the internal pocket it belonged to. "Alright, let's do this!"
With that proclamation, Jason and Reginald headed towards the fight.
It was supposed to be simple.
Head for the crash site and see if anyone was there. If so, then she'd help them in any way she can, just like the heroes in the stories she was read as a child.
As she entered the clearing, however…a pack of Beowolves showed up.
After killing the first four Beowolves, Ruby unfolded her rifle in to its scythe form, poised and at the ready. In order to get to the crashed ship, she needed to take care of the Grimm standing in her way.
No problem.
A Beowolf charges at her. She spins around and hooks its body in the curve of her blade. The Beowolf growls at her, but she simply smirks at it and fires a round from her sniper-scythe, the recoil causing it to rip the creature of darkness in half. The rest of the pack charges.
Ruby rotates her weapon and plants in on the ground blade first. Cocking the gun, she fires five shots back-to-back at the pack, hitting five targets before one manages to get close for a swipe of its claws. She simply jumps to avoid the swipe while firing her weapon, killing the creature and sending her back. Ruby plants the curved blade on the ground to stop her flight, and she flips over and lands on the grip of her scythe. Looking ahead, she sees more Beowolves appearing from the forest, joining the fight.
Oh goody, more, she thinks sarcastically.
She prepares herself as three Beowolves make their way towards her. She makes to use her weapon on the nearest Beowolf….
Only for a laser beam of all things to incinerate the creature of darkness where it stood. The other nearby Beowolves turn to where the beam came from-.
BANG! BANG!
Only to have their brains blown out by two shots from a firearm.
Ruby turned to where the beam and shots came from and found a person and…floating ball?
"HEY! Werewolf rip-offs!"
The remaining pack members turned to the new arrivals.
"Don't you know it's not very gentleman-like to hurt a lady? Isn't that right, Reginald?"
"Indeed, sir," came the voice of…the floating ball?
The Beowolf pack growled at the new arrivals, with about half heading towards them while the rest stayed to deal with Ruby.
The person, a guy Ruby figured, cocked the lever of what looked like a lever-action rifle.
"As a famous wrestler says on a weekly basis," the guy began, aiming his rifle. "If you want some, COME! GET! SOME!"
Ruby wasn't sure who the guy was talking about, but she was grateful he divided the pack. Less trouble that way.
She returned her attention to the Beowolves that stayed, intent on finishing them.
Jason and Reginald watched the numerous werewolf rip-offs charge at them.
"So," Jason asked, reloading the two shots he used in the Alaskan Takedown and removing the scope. "How many?"
"Fifteen, sir."
Jason smirked. "Got more than enough ammo to deal with that many."
He aimed the Takedown at the front creature. He looked down the sights, took a deep breath and fired.
BANG!
The beast fell to the ground dead, part of its head having been blown off in a gory fashion
Jason winced. "…Still wish I hadn't gotten that perk."
"At least we know it's dead, sir," Reginald assured.
"Yeah, but…that was bloody, and part of its head's gone.
"The girl's scythe-gun also blew parts of the creature's heads off."
"Yeah, but the gun part's a sniper rifle…I think."
"It is."
"Right. So of course it'll blow away parts of something with each shot."
"I suppose…also, the remaining creatures are closing in."
Jason looked up and found this to be true.
Note to self: less talky, more fighty.
Cocking the lever, Jason fired several more shots-
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
-downing several werewolf rip-offs.
The remaining nine were within lunging distance, and lunged at Jason at the same time.
"Shit!"
Jason raised his left hand, a symbol glowing beneath the glove. When the beasts claws reached him, he was no longer there. He had teleported.
The beasts looked around in confusion…completely forgetting that Reginald was still floating there.
Said A.I. primed his laser and incinerated the nearest creature. The others took notice of him, but as one was about to lunge, it felt something press against its head….
It was the barrel of Pa's Fishing Aid.
BOOM!
And like that, the creature's head was no more…literally. It exploded in an even more gory fashion than the regular gory fashion.
The creatures wised up and moved to attack, yet another one was incinerated by the A.I. Jason reloaded Pa's Fishing Aid at a fast rate and aimed at a creature that lunged.
"…And stay back."
BOOM!
The creature was sent several feet away, toppling over itself before finally coming to a stop, wounded.
Jason once again quickly reloaded his gun and aimed at another lunging creature.
BOOM!
It, too, was sent several feet away, joining its fellow pack member in the wounded section.
Jason repeated this for the other creatures, yet one managed to tackle him. It made to bite at his neck, but Jason blocked with Pa's Fishing Aid, using it to keep the beast at bay. The beast shook its head, attempting to remove the gun, but Jason held strong.
Eventually, it was incinerated by Reginald. Jason pushed the fading carcass off him and stood up.
"Thanks, buddy."
"Of course, sir."
The wounded creatures roared and once again charged at Jason and Reginald. The former holstered the unique DBS and pulled out the Mysterious Magnum…which made its trademark guitar sound.
Jason grinned. "That'll never get old."
He aimed his unique revolver and fired at the oncoming creatures. Three fell dead, having each been shot twice in the head. Jason quickly holstered Mysterious Magnum and drew Lucky with his right from his left. He ended the last two with three shots each to their torsos. Though because of that…perk…they exploded in a gory fashion, their limbs tearing from the body.
Jason, noticing no other werewolf rip-offs were left, blew the smoke out of Lucky's barrel and holstered it.
"See?" Jason said. "Like shooting fish in a barrel!"
"More behind you, sir."
"What?" He turned and found seven more of those werewolf rip-offs charging him…and they were close…really close.
"Shit!"
Jason pulled out his Bowie knives, Rambo (left hand) and Dundee (right hand).
"Sir, shouldn't you just reload your weapons? You're fast in the art of the reload, after all."
"And the draw," Jason added. "But I think it's time I get up close and personal." He looked to Reginald. "You've got my back?"
"Of course, sir."
Grinning, Jason charged at the oncoming creatures. One lunged with its claws outstretched, only for Jason to slide under it, dragging Dundee across the creature's torso. The creature howled in pain and fell to the ground, its insides spilled out as they and it began to fade. Jason quickly stood up as another attempted to claw at him…only to hit the air in front of him.
The creature looked confused at somehow missing, while Jason grinned.
"Thank you, Luck."
Flipping Rambo in reverse grip, Jason stabbed the creature in the neck sideways, then pulled outward. The beast gargled at half its neck being gone and fell to the ground.
Two more lunged for him…only for one to be incinerated on the spot.
Thank you, Reginald.
As for the other creature, Jason jumped backwards to barely avoid the swiping claws. He then took both Bowie knives and drove them through both the creature's eyes. It didn't get to howl in pain, for Jason pulled the knives out sideways, leaving half its head nearly cut off.
Three more.
And the three were pissed. They howled in anger and charged Jason at the same time. Jason, however, simply smirked.
At the same time, huh? Well, then you'll die at the same time.
Jason lifted his left hand, the same hidden symbol glowing….
And everything stopped moving. Time stood still.
8 seconds….
Jason calmly walked towards the frozen werewolf rip-offs.
7 seconds….
6 seconds….
He reached the first one and drove Rambo straight through the head where the brain was.
5 seconds.
He stepped towards the second creature.
4 seconds.
He straight up decapitated it.
3 seconds.
The final creature remained.
2 seconds.
This one, Jason decided, could do without its claws. So, he cut them off and stepped away.
1 second.
And time's up.
Time resumed. The first two creatures fell to the ground, dead. The last one howled in pain at the removal of its claws.
"Hah! Not so tough now without you-."
CHOMP!
"Agh! Son of a bitch!"
The creature bit at Jason's arm, intent on ripping it off. It shook its head rapidly like a dog would a newspaper, with Jason flailing all the while.
"Agh! Reginald! Help!"
The A.I. stared at the somewhat comical display. "You seem to be handling the situation well. What need is there of me?"
"Now is not the time, Reginald!"
"It's always the time, sir."
"REGINALD!"
"Of course, sir."
Reginald primed his laser and fired at the creature's leg. It howled in pain, dropping Jason. Said idiot quickly got up and drove both knives through both its ears, instantly killing it. Removing the blades, Jason breathed a sigh a relief and checked his wound.
It was deep. The creature turned out to have one hell of a bite. Nearly took a chunk of flesh off and…is that a bit of bone visible?
"Jesus," Jason gawked. "That's nasty."
Reginald approached him. "It looks that way. Though your healing factor will fix the problem."
And it did. The wound slowly repaired itself, muscle tissue reforming and layers of skin healing. After a couple more seconds, the wound was completely healed, as though there was no wound to begin with.
Jason smiled. "One of the reasons I'm still alive."
"Indeed, sir."
Jason stood up. "Well, better go see how that girl's do-."
The rest of Jason's sentence was lost as he witnessed something that he never thought he'd see.
More werewolf rip-offs had shown up near where the girl was. Though what caught Jason's attention was just how fast the girl was killing them. She sped through the horde and cut each and every one, slicing, dicing, bisecting, dissecting…okay, not that last one, but the fact remained, she owned them. By the time she was done, there were fading body parts everywhere, and spent bullet casings fell from above, while the girl posed with her scythe-gun over her shoulders.
…
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…
…
…
"Reginald?"
"Yes, sir?"
"That was the most awesome yet terrifying thing I've ever seen."
"She displayed an impressive amount of skill, indeed…and from what I saw, she's a "speedster", as you'd call her."
Jason winced. He wasn't a fan of speedsters…or ninjas, but that was a whole different story. He didn't really have a problem with them, per say. Hell, he made friends with a few well-known speedsters.
It's just that…they were too damn fast. Whenever he's had to deal with speedsters, they tend to be faster than he could shoot, despite how fast he was in drawing his weapons. In the end, he gets his ass kicked. Every. Single. Time.
Fun fact: his win-loss record against speedsters is 0-36.
"Was it really necessary to mention that?"
((Yes, yes it was.))
Jason sighed. Back to the matter at hand, he didn't like to fight speedsters. He'd be friends with them, but he'd avoid fighting them if he could. If he couldn't…well, he'd try to last as long as he could.
Now add the fact that this girl was a speedster and knew how to use a scythe that was also a gun….
Note to self: never get on this girl's bad side.
"Excuse me."
"Gah!"
Jason fell on his behind at the sudden sound of the girl who appeared before him in the blink of an eye.
He quickly got up and dusted the snow off him.
"Little lady. Don't. Do. That."
"Sorr-, HEY! I'm not little!"
Jason rubbed his ears at the girl's indignant shriek. "Jeez, you sure can yell."
The girl's cheeks tinted pink and she crossed her arms, pouting. After massaging his ears, he took note of the girl's appearance.
She was young, around his age, maybe younger. A year, he'd wager. Also, a full foot shorter than him. She had a heart-shaped face, pale white skin, black hair with red tints, and large…captivating…silver eyes.
Now for her style of clothing. Her attire was unique to say the least. She had on a black blouse, with a red cloak around her shoulders. A skirt with red trimmings adorned her waist. She had black leggings and combat boots that matched her clothes.
His eyes may or may not have lingered in her leg area for a second or two, not that anyone could tell because of his shades, before shaking his head and clearing his mind of those thoughts.
Damn teenage hormones. Gotta get my head outta the gutter. She's cute and all, bu-, wait, WHAT?!
Jason shook his head of his current thoughts and brought his attention back to the girl, who calmed down.
"I'm not little," she said in a lighter voice.
Jason stared blankly at her, then used his hand to compare their heights. Again, she was a full foot shorter.
"You're kinda little."
"I'm not!"
"To me, you are."
As the girl seemed ready to give him an earful, Reginald interjected.
"Before things get out of hand, I believe introductions are in order."
The girl gave her attention to Reginald…and went wide-eyed in awe.
"Whoa." She tentatively poked at Reginald.
"Please don't poke me."
The girl stopped poking him. "S-Sorry. It's just…what are you?"
The way she tilted her head in curiosity reminded Jason of a puppy.
"Well…I'm an A.I. currently residing in this vessel. You may call me Reginald."
Wow," she said. "What's the "A" stand for?"
"Artificial."
"And the "I"?"
"Intelligence."
"Oh…I'm sorry. What was the "A" again?"
Jason snickered.
"Look, let's just say that I'm a very smart computer program, and leave it at that," said Reginald in an irritated tone.
"Okay," she mumbled, pouting. Jason looked at the A.I.
"Damn, that wasn't very gentleman-like of you, Reginald," he said, throwing the A.I.'s own words at him.
Reginald sighed. "Indeed it was not, sir." He floated down to the girl's level and addressed her. "Please forgive my irritated tone. It's just that I've been asked that question one too many times already." He had said that last part while looking at Jason, who was innocently whistling.
The girl smiled at the A.I. and patted it on the top of his 'eye', which made Jason snicker again. "It's alright, Reginald."
She turned to Jason. "And you?"
Jason grinned and tipped his hat. "The name's Jason. Jason Jones."
The girl smiled. "I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose."
So, not Little Red Riding Hood…eh, still a nice name.
"A fitting name, Miss Rose," Reginald stated.
"Oh, you can just call me Ruby."
"Don't count on it," Jason said. "Took me a while to get him to stop calling me "Master Jones". Now he just keeps calling me "sir"."
"It's proper etiquette, sir."
"It's getting old."
"I'm a butler, sir. And as such, I shall perform the duties that come with the title and conduct proper etiquette."
Jason rolled his eyes. "Wonderful. And the fact that you're British makes you the stereotypical butler."
"At least I don't get called an idiot."
"At least I can wear pants."
"That's hardly something I can be upset about."
"That Church/Epsilon guy was upset about it. Depressed even."
"I'm not Epsilon, sir."
"Good thing, too."
Both actually chuckled at that.
Ruby, who had been watching the banter between the two like a spectator at a tennis game, smiled at them. "You two are really good friends, huh?"
"Yup." "Indeed."
Silence.
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…
…
"…I still think you're little," Jason finally said.
Ruby glared at him…which honestly made her more cute than intimidating.
She crossed her arms. "I suddenly feel like kicking you in the shin."
Jason frowned. "I'd prefer you didn't."
"I kinda want to, now."
"Don't do it."
"I'm a do it."
"…You know what? Go ahead. I dare you."
"…"
"…"
"…Okay!"
"Wait, I didn't mea-."
THWACK!
"AGH! MY SHIN!"
Jason hopped around on one foot, holding his now hurt shin, while Reginald watched in amusement and Ruby giggled uncontrollably.
Jason gave her an indignant look. "Why?!"
"You dared me!"
"…" Jason sighed and smiled. "Well, I guess I had that coming."
"That's right you did," Ruby smiled.
Jason rubbed his shin until the pain subsided. Another silence took place for a few moments before Ruby broke it.
"So," Ruby asked. "Did you guys see a ship crash somewhere?"
Jason and Reginald looked at each other before the idiot responded.
"Saw it? We were on it."
Ruby's eyes widened. "Really?!"
Jason nodded. "Yeah, and let me tell ya. Crashing ain't fun."
"Are you two alright?" Ruby asked, worried.
"Oh, we're fine," Jason replied. "Our ship, on the other hand-."
A distant explosion was heard.
"…Not so much." He noticed Ruby looking at him and Reginald intensely. "…Something wrong?"
"…Are you two aliens?" she asked.
Jason and Reginald looked at each other before the former responded.
"What makes you say that?"
"Well," she drawled. "I did see the ship come out of a tear in the sky that appeared out of nowhere. Plus-." She pointed at Reginald. "There's nothing like him on Remnant."
"…" Jason could have denied what she said…but that would be stupid. He and Reginald were now stuck on "Remnant" for the foreseeable future. Plus, maybe Ruby could help them.
Jason sighed. "Oh alright. You got us." He smiled sheepishly. "We're aliens."
Ruby gasped and got up in Jason's face. "Oh my god! Aliens! Real, live aliens! How are you an alien, by the way? I get Reginald, but you look like a normal human to me." She gasped "Were you abducted?!"
Jason's head spun at the amount of questions being thrown his way, not to mention he was blushing like crazy at how close Ruby was to him.
"Miss Rose," Reginald interrupted. "You're speaking to fast."
Ruby stepped back and turned red in embarrassment. "S-Sorry."
Jason chuckled nervously, his blush fading. "It's alright. And to answer your question: I'm a human from another planet, so I'm technically an alien. I was abducted, but that's another story."
Ruby tilted her head. "You were abducted from another planet?"
"Yeah," Jason said, suddenly downcast. "I don't really want to talk about it."
Seeing his change in mood, Ruby decided not to press the issue, something Jason was glad for.
"So," Jason said, no longer downcast. "Were you going anywhere?"
Ruby paused. "…Well, I was planning on going back home before I saw your ship crash."
"That reminds me," Jason said. "What were you doing out here in the first place?"
Now Ruby was downcast. "I was…doing something personal."
Seeing she was sad, Jason returned the favor and didn't press the issue.
"Hmm…well, do you think me and Reginald could tag along? Reginald and I are pretty much stuck here for who-knows-how long, and we obviously don't know our way around."
Ruby seemed to think about it.
Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.
"…Okay." She finally said.
"Really?" Jason asked to be sure.
"Of course," Ruby smiled. "As a future Huntress, it's my duty to help out those in need."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Huntress?"
Ruby giggled. "Right, you two probably don't know what that is…well, it's a long walk back to Patch, so I can fill you guys in about a couple of things."
Jason smiled. "That'd be great."
"Indeed." Reginald said, having been silent and watched the two interact.
"Right!" Ruby exclaimed, pumping her arm in the air. "Onwards!"
She marched off, a skip in her step, while Jason watched her with a smile, chuckling.
Reginald noticed. "…I approve, sir."
Jason turned and raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"
"Nothing, sir," Reginald replied in an amused tone.
Jason shrugged and went to catch up with Ruby, Reginald following from behind. As they caught up, Ruby asked something.
"Can I see what you're eyes look like?"
That made Jason pause. "…Why?"
"Well," Ruby began, poking her index fingers together. "It's just that…you've been wearing those shades this whole time, and it's a little ominous that I can't look you in the eye, so…."
Jason looked to Reginald for advice. The A.I. simply bobbed his vessel up and down, "shrugging", which made Jason sigh.
Better to show her now rather than have her find out by accident later.
Jason took a deep breath…and removed his Lucky Shades.
As expected, Ruby gasped in awe at what she saw.
His eyes…were made of diamond.
Eye-shaped diamonds. You could tell it was an eye, yet it was all diamond.
"Ruby?" Jason hesitantly asked.
She didn't seem to hear him, simply staring into his eyes with awe.
"…Ruby?"
Still staring…though it looked like hearts were beginning to form in her eyes.
Oh hell no! Not again!
Jason quickly put his black-tinted Lucky Shades back on, and Ruby seemed to snap out of it.
"H-Huh?" Ruby was confused. "What happened?"
Jason waved her off. "Uh, nothing! Nothing. You, uh…spaced out."
The idiot inwardly cursed. This kind of thing always happened whenever he showed his eyes to someone. It usually leads him to…situations he'd prefer not to be in when dealing with the opposite sex.
"Really? Why did I-?" Ruby gasped, pointing at Jason. "You're eyes aren't normal!"
Jason deadpanned. "I could say the same for you."
"What?! My eyes are perfectly normal!"
"Silver eyes ain't normal."
"Yes, they are!"
"You're literally the only person I know that has silver eyes. It's not a common thing."
"Well, you've obviously haven't met enough people."
Jason stared blankly at Ruby. "…I've seen many worlds and met many people…a lot of people. None of them had silver eyes."
Well, there was that Earthbending girl, Toph, but…no, she was blind. Her eyes were actually sea-foam green, but were glazed over. It wasn't the same.
Ruby crossed her arms and pouted. "My eyes are fine."
"As are mine."
"They're made of metal."
"Diamond, to be specific…look, let's just agree to disagree."
"…"
"…"
THWACK!
"AGH! MY SHIN!"
Jason hopped on one foot again, holding his shin.
"Okay," Ruby giggled. "We'll agree to disagree."
Jason glared. "You know what? Forget what I said. You're eyes ain't nor-."
THWACK!
"AGH! THE SAME SHIN!"
Jason fell on his rear, nursing his hurt shin. Ruby giggled as Jason glared at her…though even he let out a chuckle or two. Both broke into laughter while an amused Reginald looked on.
"I definitely approve," Reginald said quietly, making sure the other two didn't hear him.
The laughter subsided, and Jason stood up dusting snow off himself.
"By the way," Ruby said. "How are you not cold?"
Jason stared at her, then looked at his surroundings…and shrugged.
"Huh...didn't notice."
"Didn't notice? What do you mean, "didn't notice"?! You should be shivering like crazy!"
Again, Jason shrugged. "I guess I have a lot of body heat." He gestured ahead. "Now, are we going or not?"
Ruby just stared at him...but smiled in the end. "Yeah, let's go."
As the three made their way through the snow-covered forest, Ruby explained to the idiot and the A.I. the basics of what they'd need to know when it comes to Remnant. With each new piece of information, Jason's grin got wider, a single thought on his mind.
This'll be one hell of an adventure.
((You have no idea….))
The Idiot's Bio
Name - Jason Jones
Theme - "Diamond Eyes (Boom-Lay Boom-Lay Boom)" by Shinedown
Age - 16
Race - Human
Gender - Male
Place of Birth - Earth (specifically Hye, Texas; United States of America)
Height - 6'2
Hair color - Brown
Eye color - …they are literally diamond eyes (eye-shaped diamonds). Used to be regular, brown eyes, but…stuff happened.
Appearance - tall, lean, muscular (with his build, he could be a WWE superstar when he's older), mustache/goatee combination that is connected to his sideburns by a thin line of hair that runs along the jawline.
Clothing - white sleeveless muscle shirt, sleeveless checkerboard vest/jacket (with inner pockets that are outfitted with spacial rift multipliers, which allow a large number of objects to fit into the pockets without risk of weighing down the wearer), blue jeans, belt with a buckle, brown cowboy boots with spurs, black fingerless biker gloves (no, he does not have a bike or a motorcycle), brown cowboy hat
(Look to the cover image for a good look at what Jason looks like.)
Accessories – Lucky Shades (tinted black so he could hide his eyes; add +2 for Perception, +3 if you have Four Eyes Trait), gold cross chain necklace, wireless Bluetooth earpiece, "Spiritual Pool" Bone Charm (slightly faster mana regeneration)
Extra item – Bag of Pixie dust
Weapon(s)
Lucky (unique .357 magnum revolver from Fallout: New Vegas)
The Mysterious Magnum (unique .44 magnum revolver from Fallout: New Vegas)
1892 Alaskan Takedown (lever-action rifle)
Pa's Fishing Aid (unique double-barreled shotgun from Fallout 3)
Smithsonian Bowie Knife (2, one named Dundee, and the other Rambo)
Knucks made of Quebracho wood (the strongest wood on Earth)
Dynamite (has a lot of it)
Personality - He's a fun-loving idiot. Also, when it comes to his friends, he's always there for them. He is not one to get angry, but when he does, it makes others feel like it's not something he should feel.
Likes - to have adventures, drinking whiskey (he is careful, even though he has a healing factor), smoking a cigarette from time to time (again, he is careful), having fun, making friends
Dislikes - Ninjas, speedsters (though he could make an exception for a certain girl in red), killing people (at first, killing in general, but had to expand the viewthroughout his adventures…he still harbors regret at having to kill), falling (you'll see what I mean by this later on), being called an idiot
Semblance - None…yet.
Abilities - Jason has gained a number of abilities in a few of his adventures in different worlds. They are as follows…
Dishonored:
Blink II (Can teleport to a certain distance; 20% of mana)
Bend Time II (Allows user to stop time for 8 seconds; 60% of mana)
Fallout New Vegas:
Special Traits
Four Eyes (decreases Perception by 1 permanently, but when wearing any type of glasses, Perception goes up by 2…or 3 if you have the Lucky Shades)
Wild Wasteland (now converted to Wild Remnant; causes wacky situations to occur)
SPECIAL
Strength: 8
Perception: 10 (actually 7, but +3 thanks to combination of Four Eyes trait and Lucky Shades)
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 9
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 10
Luck: 11 (Originally 10, but tried to play God by taking the Luck Implant, went into a coma, then came back with a permanent 11)
Perks - Jason acquired many perks in his adventure in the Mojave Wasteland.
Regular Perks
Friend of the Night (Mainly got this so that he could wear his shades all the time)
Heave, Ho! (Can throw stuff a greater distance and with greater velocity)
Intense Training (All ten ranks, meaning ten extra points to SPECIAL)
Rapid Reload (Increases the speed of his reloads)
Run n' Gun (Basically, his accuracy isn't affected when walking or running)
Bloody Mess (More violent deaths…oh, and more damage)
Demolition Expert (All three ranks, which means much more damage with explosives; Ex: if a stick of dynamite is stuck inside a Beowolf, rather than have a huge hole in them…they'll explode to pieces)
Ferocious Loyalty (When halfway till death, companions gain a 75% increase in damage resistance…or for Remnant, Aura)
Fortune Finder (Will find more Lien in stockpile…thanks to his insane luck, he just might find Lien anywhere)
Hand Loader (When using guns, you are twice as likely to recover casings and hulls…then again, considering Jason's insane luck, it's no longer likely. It's a guarantee)
Toughness (both ranks; +6 to Damage Threshold…basically, he's harder to kill)
Cowboy (25% more damage done with dynamite (yup), hatchets (doesn't have), knives (Rambo and Dundee), revolvers (Lucky and Mysterious Magnum), and lever-action guns (Alaskan Takedown))
Quick Draw (Makes drawing and holstering a weapon 50% faster)
Scrounger (Find considerably more ammunition in stockpiles)
Stonewall (+5 Damage Threshold against melee and unarmed attacks, which basically means he can take a beating; Also, cannot be knocked down during combat)
Finesse (+5% critical chance…better chance for a critical hit)
Hit the Deck (+25 Damage Threshold against explosives…if Jason's close to an explosion, he won't take too much damage)
Life Giver (+30 Hit Points…in other words, he can take more of a beating)
Splash Damage (Explosives have a 25% larger area of effect…larger explosion, basically)
Adamantium Skeleton (Damage to limbs reduced by 50%, as in only half the normal damage to limbs)
Jury Rigging (Repair any item using a roughly similar item)
Better Criticals (50% more damage with critical hits…enemies better hope he doesn't get a critical)
Spray 'n Pray (Jason's attacks do 75% less damage to companions; he got this just in case he accidently hits his friends by mistake…he apologizes to them later)
Slayer (The speed of all of Jason's melee and unarmed attacks increase by 30%...makes him a moderate knife fighter)
Special Perks
Tough Guy (Take 20% less limb damage)
Reinforced Spine (+2 to Strength and +2 to Damage Threshold)
Divide Survivor (+1 to any of the SPECIAL)
Implant Perks
Agility Implant (+1 Agility)
Charisma Implant (+1 Charisma)
Endurance Implant (+1 Endurance)
Intelligence Implant (+1 Intelligence)
Luck Implant (+1 Luck)
Perception Implant (+1 Perception)
Strength Implant (+1 Strength)
Sub-Dermal Armor (+4 Damage Threshold)
Unarmed Perks
Khan Trick (Temporarily stuns opponent by throwing sand or dirt at their eyes, though there must be dirt or sand on the ground)
Legion Assault (Run forward, leap into the air, and deliver a palm strike to the opponent, knocking him/her back)
Ranger Takedown (Basically a leg sweep)
Scribe Counter (Immediately counterattack after blocking)
DLC Perks
Junk Rounds (Can make ammo from scrap metal, tin cans, and the appropriate bullet casing.)
And Stay Back (When firing a shotgun (Pa's Fishing Aid), an enemy can be sent back several feet.)
Mad Bomber (Enables Jason to create certain explosives, though he only makes dynamite)
Other: Healing factor (not as good as some well-known characters, but you take what you can get) and Fourth Wall Breaking (Not like Deadpool; only to the point where he is aware of "outside" forces…such as me, the writer.)
A/N: And there we go. The Idiot, ladies and gentleman.
As you can see in the bio, Jason's more than capable of surviving in Remnant…granted, he'll still get his ass kicked, but he can survive. As I've said, he's a literal punching bag that can fight back. He can take a beating. How much of a beating will be revealed as the story progresses.
I figured I'd put what each perk did for those of you who don't play Fallout. I did my best to translate what each perk (in my opinion) would do in real-life. I also put URL links in my profile for Jason's weapons for you all to copy and paste in case you all want to see them for yourselves later.
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