Jaune Arc of Beacon

For Servants

“Are you my master?”

“You seem unworthy to be my master.”

“I will never accept you as my master.”

“What do you wish for, master?”

“I was a great ruler, please show some proper respect!”

“I…master this is embarrassing, but I am in need of mana.”

“I will protect you, master!”

“I will be your [insert weapon here], make no mistake about that.”

“Do not get in my way, master, or I’ll trample you, too!”

“Master, you are truly dear to me.”

“Shall we dance, master?”

“Are you afraid to die, my master?”

“You and I shall be a great team, master!”

“Can we be friends, master?”

For Masters

“By my command seal, I order you to [insert command here].”

“I am your master and I demand your respect!”

“What is your wish?”

“We can’t stop now, you have to keep fighting!”

“What a useless servant you are.”

“Let’s fight together.”

“I don’t think I can understand your era.”

“I am your master, damn it, so stop carrying me around!”

“I get being careful, but you’re treating me like I’m made of glass.”

“I can fight by your side, too, you know.”

“Hurry – Servant to your right flank!”

“You let me worry about that other master, you just take care of that enemy servant!”

“More than my servant, I consider you my friend.”

For Servants

“Are you my master?”

“You seem unworthy to be my master.”

“I will never accept you as my master.”

“What do you wish for, master?”

“I was a great ruler, please show some proper respect!”

“I…master this is embarrassing, but I am in need of mana.”

“I will protect you, master!”

“I will be your [insert weapon here], make no mistake about that.”

“Do not get in my way, master, or I’ll trample you, too!”

“Master, you are truly dear to me.”

“Shall we dance, master?”

“Are you afraid to die, my master?”

“You and I shall be a great team, master!”

“Can we be friends, master?”

For Masters

“By my command seal, I order you to [insert command here].”

“I am your master and I demand your respect!”

“What is your wish?”

“We can’t stop now, you have to keep fighting!”

“What a useless servant you are.”

“Let’s fight together.”

“I don’t think I can understand your era.”

“I am your master, damn it, so stop carrying me around!”

“I get being careful, but you’re treating me like I’m made of glass.”

“I can fight by your side, too, you know.”

“Hurry – Servant to your right flank!”

“You let me worry about that other master, you just take care of that enemy servant!”

“More than my servant, I consider you my friend.”

“What the hell?”

“Goddamn son of a bitch.”

“What’s wrong with this picture?”

“Nice night for a walk, eh?”

“I think this guy’s a couple of cans short of a six-pack.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

“I don’t have to put up with that bullshit, man.”

“Did you just see a real bright light?”

“That son of a bitch took my pants!”

“Could I have that coffee now, please?”

“I didn’t order fries.”

“In a hundred years, who’s going to care?”

“That’s a good gun.”

“Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on, and you put the red for where you want the bullet to go.”

“You know your weapons, buddy.”

“Any one of these is ideal for home defense.”

“I need you to come pick me up.”

“I don’t care what you’re doing.”

“Hey, man, you got a serious attitude problem.”

“It’s so incredible.”

“You’re not gonna believe this.”

“You are going to love this.”

“First, I’m gonna rip the buttons off your blouse one by one.”

“You fucking pigs!”

“Wait till I get my hands on you.”

“The press is going to be short-stroking it all over.”

“I hate the weird ones.”

“Better than the mortal man deserves.”

“Something’s come up. I can’t make it tonight.”

“He can’t treat you like this.”

“I’ll break his kneecaps.”

“Are you aware that these two killings occurred in the same order as their listing in the phone book?”

“That coffee’s two hours cold.”

“I put a cigarette out in it.”

“I keep getting an answering machine.”

“Give me a cigarette.”

“You’re talking to a machine, but don’t be shy.”

“He’s going to be called the goddamn ‘Phone Book Killer’.”

“I hate these press cases.”

“Maybe make these jackals work for us for a change.”

“Police are refusing to speculate on the apparent similarity between these shooting deaths.”

“No other connection between the two victims has been established yet.”

“We’ll have more on this story as it comes in.”

“I’m going to make a belt out of you.”

“Don’t make me bust you up, man.”

“Machines need love too, so talk to it.”

“I’m really scared.”

“I think there’s somebody after me.”

“I need you to come and pick me up as soon as possible.”

“I think there’s a guy following me.”

“You’ll be safe until we get there.”

“Come with me if you want to live.”

“Are you injured? Are you shot?”

“Do exactly what I say.”

“Don’t move unless I say.”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“I’m here to help you.”

“You’ve been targeted for termination.”

“This is a mistake. I didn’t do anything!”

“It’s very important that you live.”

“He’s not a man, he’s a machine.”

“He’s a cybernetic organism.”

“The Terminator’s an infiltration unit, part man and part machine.”

“I got to ditch this car.”

“I am not stupid, you know.”

“They cannot make things like this yet.”

“Are you saying it’s from the future?”

“Then you’re from the future too, is that right?”

“It can’t be bargained with, it can’t be reasoned with.”

“It doesn’t feel pity or remorse or fear.”

“It absolutely will not stop ever.”

“There was a nuclear war, a few years from now.”

“Nobody even knew who started it.”

“There was one man who taught us to fight.”

“Taught us how to smash those motherfuckers into junk.”

“He brought us back from the brink.”

“Are you sure it’s them?”

“I want you to tell him everything they told you.”

“Is [name] crazy?”

“So, you’re a soldier, fighting for whom?”

“Who was the enemy again?”

“This computer thinks it can win by killing the mother of its enemy.”

“Killing him, in effect, before he’s even conceived, a sort of retroactive abortion?”

“Why this elaborate scheme with the Terminator?”

“Their defense grid was smashed.”

“Taking them out then would make no difference.”

“What is it called, the time displacement equipment?”

“Nobody goes home, nobody else comes through.”

“Why didn’t you bring any weapons, something more advanced?”

“Show me a piece of future technology.”

“I didn’t build the fucking thing.”

“This is great stuff.”

“I could make a career out of this guy.”

“You see how clever this part is?”

“Most paranoid delusions are intricate, but this is brilliant.”

“You have heard enough.”

“I’m afraid that’s not up to me.”

“Who is in authority here?”

“You still don’t get it, do you?”

“He’ll wade through you, reach down her throat, and pull her fucking heart out.”

“In technical terminology, he’s a loon.”

“What about when he punched through a windshield?”

“He was probably on PCP.”

“There’s a couch in the other room. Why don’t you stretch out and try to get some sleep?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“It may not look it, but that couch is very comfortable.”

“You’ll be perfectly safe.”

“We got 30 cops in this building.”

“If you want to wait, there’s a bench over there.”

“What the hell was that?”

“What the hell happened to the lights?”

“All right, let’s get this off the road.”

“What’s it like going through time?”

“Pain, it’s like being born, maybe.”

“I caught one back there.”

“You mean you got shot?”

“We got to get you to a doctor.”

“This is going to make me puke.”

“Would you talk about something? Anything, just talk.”

“At least now I know what to name him.”

“I don’t supposed you know who the father us.”

“You were talking about this I haven’t done yet, in the past tense.”

“Are you sure you have the right person?”

“Do I look like the mother of the future?”

“Am I tough, organized?”

“I can’t even balance my checkbook.”

“I didn’t ask for this honor, and I don’t want it.”

“Thank you for your courage through the dark years.”

“You must be stronger than you imagine you can be.”

“You must survive, or I will never exist.”

“I was dreaming about dogs.”

“Your world is pretty terrifying.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

“I don’t want to ask where you got it.”

“I am dying for a shower.”

“I need to know where I can reach you.”

“You tell me to hide up at the cabin like some fugitive, and you won’t tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry I can’t tell you more right now.”

“I learned to make it when I was a kid.”

“You must have had a fun childhood.”

“He’ll find us, won’t he?”

“Was there someone special?”

“You seemed just a little sad.”

“I always wondered what you were thinking at that moment.”

“I came across time for you.”

“I love you, I always have.”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“You’re terminated, fucker.”

“What’s most difficult for me is trying to decide what to tell you and what not to.”

“Should I tell you about your father?”

“A person could go crazy thinking about this.”

“I supposed I will tell you.”

“In the few hours that we had together, we loved a lifetime’s worth.”

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Epic of Remnant was a game with no equal, even someone without much skill like Jaune could tell that much. The graphics were beautiful, the control scheme allowed for maneuvers that would seem like they had been pulled out of an anime. And with a large and diverse group of players world wide it was easy to see why the game had become so popular. 

But none of that stopped Jaune from feeling frustration bubble up inside of him as he watched his character so easily knocked around by a high level enemy npc, a Ursa Major that had somehow found its way into a low level grind area. If he was killed here the loss of experience and damage to his equipment would put him days behind what he needed to keep up with the guild event. And without access to the event he would lose the chance at the rare gear that was offered even for those who failed to reach the higher tier. 

Epic of Remnant was a game with no equal, even someone without much skill like Jaune could tell that much. The graphics were beautiful, the control scheme allowed for maneuvers that would seem like they had been pulled out of an anime. And with a large and diverse group of players world wide it was easy to see why the game had become so popular. 

But none of that stopped Jaune from feeling frustration bubble up inside of him as he watched his character so easily knocked around by a high level enemy npc, a Ursa Major that had somehow found its way into a low level grind area. If he was killed here the loss of experience and damage to his equipment would put him days behind what he needed to keep up with the guild event. And without access to the event he would lose the chance at the rare gear that was offered even for those who failed to reach the higher tier. 

Today was the big day, the one the school had been getting ready for over the last three months. The huge annual Beacon carnival, where all of the students ran a huge set of things that would help raise money for the school, and for the families of Hunters lost in the line of duty. Everyone was busy running their own things, although some would sneak away to just wander about.