Triplet Grand-pocalypse By oobidoobi Watch

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Jaune and his identical sisters had wandered off a bit further into the woods surrounding their home than their usual antics carried them. Normally, they were told to stay within sight of the house, in case any grimm (or various unwanted individuals) had wandered close to the safe-zone that was their house of overpowered warriors. Unfortunately, they'd gone around a raise of land at some point, and- with no help from the trees- had absolutely no view of their fairly large home. After about half an hour of wandering, it had finally settled into their minds that they were truly lost. And they hadn't even been given scrolls yet, to make everything better. Maybe they could ask about that, later.



It was after another solid hour of being lost- their siblings and mother were probably worried sick right now- that they finally came across another figure donning a magnificent color scheme of red, white, and black (with emphasis implied, it didn't look like any light left that dress whatsoever). Her whole appearance reminded them excessively of what little they've seen and heard of the beasts of death and destruction that plague their world, and that alone should have put anyone off their cool. But the only thing the three children felt was an alien sense of relief. Weren't grimm supposed to be agents of the End Days or something?



For nearly five straight minutes, the four simply stared at one another, their faces slowly losing the look of surprise at seeing one another. She simply watched them, taking in their forms like she was trying to memorize them in their entirety. Despite the situation, they felt no anxiety or nervousness from her eerie actions. The triplets could only do the same, noting that- odd color scheme and pigmentation of her body aside- she was quite beautiful.



And also familiar.



Jaune's face slowly twisted from confusion to a look of concentration. He'd seen her appearance before, several years ago actually. Not in person it was... In a book? A photo album! The one their dad showed them a couple years ago as he explained the glory that was the Arc family in his usual prideful (aka: silly), over-the-top storytelling voice. Their mother looked less amused, more exasperated than anything, when he'd pointed out this monochromatic individual that was holding a much younger version of... Of...



Jaune blinked, mouth opening for the first time in nearly ten minutes-



"... Gran'ma?"



The other three in the clearing blinked once each, turning to him, before the elder woman only let a smile slowly cross her face. The horrid bringer of the end of man's smile was something to be utterly feared by every mortal that had seen her minions and the death that is their wake. So the act of three children abruptly bulldozing the woman wasn't really something worth comprehending. Nor were her laughs.



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Almost two hours later of simple lounging in the clearing that had a convenient collapsed tree trunk to rest upon, the four could honestly say they enjoyed their little period of bonding. She had finally been able to relax for a couple hours from her stressful career path of destroying everything everywhere. Not that the kids knew anything about that, but she was sure that conversation could come later. Quite a while later. They'd enjoyed telling her about all the, relatively, silly things that had happened over their short lives. Especially about Jaune. He tended to be the butt of a lot of stories that could drag a laugh out of their paternal progenitor. He spent much of his time with a red face buried in her side as his sisters explained how he somehow managed to look better in the dress they'd forced him in than most of his female siblings.



In turn, they learned a few things about her and their parents. One of which being their father's hair, which they knew had been caused at a young age by a freak incident involving fire dust singeing it to the roots. But before he'd burned it all off (he also wasn't allowed to 'try something new' in the kitchen until he moved out), it had been as white as hers had been. Quite long, too, actually. They now also knew why their mother seemed exasperated when they'd found their grandmother in the Arc family album: Salem had wanted Grandchildren. Lots of them. It was actually ridiculous that she only let Mary stay with Alex if they had 'more.' Apparently, they finally came to a truce: the triplets were close enough to fulfilling a 'suitable number' that Mary's mother-in-law let her off with a forced acceptance of 8 being enough grandchildren to satisfy her wants.



They also learned how she met their grandfather all those years ago: one of her minions employees had suggested she throw on a disguise and go get plastered, maybe find some poor sucker to lure into her bed, and let go of all the stress for a bit. Against all common sense, she'd been talked into it. And she went out planning to get drunk, and then come back after her hangover was manageable. So when she woke up laying on something warm, and all the sensible parts of her body practically numb (but distinctly satisfied), she knew she was going to absolutely murder her minion employee when she got back . It turned out to be quite a while before she actually headed back- a full week, in fact. The ensuing mess of finding out she was actually pregnant (which she was entirely convinced was an ability she'd long since lost) and hunting down her child's father during the nine months were better left for a later discussion. Actually, much of the discussion was paraphrased. They weren't even properly ten yet, after all.



"My employee told me to go have some fun and go get drunk, and met your grandfather while I was... having fun. Eventually, we had your father. I fired my employee for talking me into getting drunk-" More or less covered it.



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Eventually, she led them home, holding hands the length of the trip like a normal family outing. It was... pleasant to her. Just before exiting the woods into their backyard, she'd stared at the house for a few long moments, and asked if they had any guests over. After a reply of 'Uncle Oz' visiting for some sort of business (it was mostly him using an excuse to ditch his paperwork, but he also wanted to relax with old friends in what could literally be the only neutral zone between him and Salem to exist on the planet. Aside from the immediate vicinity of any of the most recent Arc generation). With an irritated huff at having her family time cut short (she didn't want any of them to see THAT fight), she gave them a final farewell and stayed in the shadows until they were safely ensconced in a small army of relieved, blonde sisters (and one mother).



Alex could only laugh heartily at the ridiculously conflicted look that came over the normally controlled Ozpin when he'd heard that the kids had been walked home by 'grandma.' Such was the way of the Arcs.





... Just... Gonna leave that there.



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Published : Jan 22, 2017