Awesome art featuring Balalaika from the anime Black Lagoon on the left, and a gender-bent version of Sir Crocodile from One Piece on the right.

((Master List))

Jaune made her way towards her now private accommodations. Being unfit to continue training as a huntsman, or rather a huntress now; she was transferred to new lodgings. It was for her "safety" but Jaune knew it was to hide Beacon's embarrassment over the situation more than anything.

Upon entering her new dorm she dropped into her bed. Her mind was alight with thoughts, considerations and ideas. Each and everyone centered around how to practically weaponize her new body.

"Well first things first, I need a new name." Jaune continued to lay on her bed as she focused on her first task, possibly one of the more important ones. "Well mom did off-handedly mention that if I had been a girl I would have been names Jeanne."

Jaune considered the thought for several momments.

"Yeah, that fits. Jeanne it is." Jaune's lips suddenly twisted in a slightly sinister smile. "Well if I'm changing my first name, why not my last one as well. I could use mom's maiden name..."

Once again Jeanne lay upon her bed considering the choice she was about to make. The smirk became a smile, as she rose from her bed and walked into the attached bathroom. Jeanne move straight to the sink and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Jaune Arc was a goof and a loser... I'm not him anymore." Jeanne's smile switched from slightly sinister to straight up giddy. "Goodbye Jaune Arc... hello Jeanne Le Fay."

Blowing herself a kiss, and throwing a wink in for good measure, Jeanne returned to the main room. She moved straight to the desk and pulled out a sheet of paper. Taking a seat she pondered the blank page, before picking-up a pen.

"I need to get organized, this won't work in the slightest if I'm not prepared. So what do I need first?" Jeanne spent the next several minutes making a jumbled list of thoughts and considerations. Which she then transferred to another sheet of paper in a more organized flow chart of actions she needed to take.

"That's done." Jeanne leaned back in her chair, her vivid and deep azure eyes focused on the page before her. "First things first, I'm going to need lien and lots of it. I could ask mom and dad, but this whole cock-up will be too much to explain."

She tapped her chin with a delicate finger. A minute or so later her neutral expression became full on malicious.

"Beacon caused this. Ozpin is directly at fault. Maybe?" Jeanne began to chuckle, "Yeah, he fucked my dreams and my life... the least he and Beacon could do is make sure I'm comfortable."

Ozpin heard the ping of the new message notification. Truning his attention from the scattered papers on his desk, he picked up his scroll and activated it. His features instantly darkened.

"The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and he lived all alone."

Scene: Atsumu is upset at being misgendered by a classmate and is trying to hide in the club room. And go…

“Yo, scrub. You in here?” Osamu called as she opened the door to the club room. “Suna saw you runnin’ up here so don’t try and hide!” She closed the door behind her and started walking to the far corner where she heard some shuffling. “It’s just us. You don’t have to hide…” she stopped in front of her brother and pulled the maroon jacket from off his head. “What happened?” She asked more gently than she’s been speaking this whole time, slowly moving to sit on one of the benches next to him.

Atsumu’s eyes were red rimmed and a little puffy with his attempts to not cry. He just shook his head and looked away from his twin, crossing his arms over his knees and hiding his face away with a sniffle. “It’s dumb…” he mumbled.

“Not if you’re upset about it.” Osamu knew she could be hard on him sometimes, needling and pushing him to be better. But she knew when he needed a softer touch, and now was one of those times. “Suna said he heard somethin’ about one of the guys in your class…?” She waited to see if he’d tell her himself, watching him as she leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees. “Just tell me who’s ass I have to kick.”

“No one. It’s stupid. Can we just drop it?” He tried to rub at his eyes discreetly. “Nope.” Osamu popped the ‘p’ annoyingly, leaning back. “Kita said we aren’t starting practice ‘till yer little melt down is done. He’s not even letting anyone else in here. So…” She leaned forward again. “The sooner you talk to me. The sooner we can go play and forget anything happened. But… Take your time if you have to. No one’s gonna be mad. ‘Kay? And as your older sister, it’s my job to take care of you and kick anyone’s ass I need to. So. Names are helpful.”

Atsumu lifted his head up slowly, blinking at her before glaring with no real effect. “Older by 2 minutes.”

“Yeah, best two minutes of my life.” She smiled playfully, happy to at least have gotten him talking.

With a small sigh, Atsumu leaned back against the wall and relaxed out of his curled up position. “It was just some kid… He said some shitty things about me. Like… Not being a real guy ‘cuz I was born a girl. Just… the usual shit.”

“You’re more of a man then anyone I know. I don’t know any guy that could stand the periods we have to go through and still be able to play volleyball like you do.” She started to stand up, rolling up her sleeves a little.

“What are you doing?” Atsumu scrambled to his feet and followed Osamu to the door in a mild panic. She looked back at him and smiled innocently. “I’m gonna pay him a visit. He wants to get his shit handed to him by a girl, well… He picked the wrong fucking twin then huh?” She opened the door to the club room, Kita was standing guard in front of it and Suna was leaning on the wall next to it.

“Oh, going after someone?” Suna looked up at them lazily as he pushed off the wall. “Count me in.” He turned to Kita and waved. “We’ll be back. Gotta handle a thing. The less you know the better.”