Jesse "The Glitch" Reyes (Human - Unpredictable Aura Manipulation) was sprawled across the roof of Beacon Academy, humming off-key to a jaunty tune only he could hear. His signature patchwork suit, a chaotic mess of stolen fabrics and salvaged tech, shimmered with erratically shifting colours. He was juggling three live grenades, their pins dangling precariously, while simultaneously attempting to teach a flock of surprisingly docile Nevermores how to play poker. Across from him, perched on a gargoyle, sat Professor Ozpin (Human - Omnidirectional Aura Sensing), observing the scene with an unnervingly calm expression, sipping his ever-present mug. "Jesse," Ozpin finally sighed, his voice a low rumble, "Are those Grimm-infused grenades?"120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbKWAAd2d57
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Jesse caught one grenade with his teeth, the metallic click echoing unnervingly. "Maybe," he grinned, a flash of impossibly white teeth against his usually scarred face. "Maybe they're filled with concentrated caffeine. Or pixie dust. Or tiny, highly-trained squirrels. You never know with *me*, Professor! That's the fun part!" He tossed the grenades casually into the air, then, with a flick of his wrist, rearranged the cards in the Nevermores' makeshift poker game, a completely impossible feat given their position and the speed of his movement. This wasn't just skill; it bordered on reality warping. Jesse’s unpredictable aura manipulation allowed him to bend the very fabric of reality around him, creating short-lived pockets of chaos and absurdity. This manifested as everything from phasing through walls to temporarily turning into a flock of pigeons. This time, he was altering the probability of the poker game, ensuring the Nevermores continued to play.120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9nNAAcSo2c
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Suddenly, a high-pitched shriek pierced the air. A colossal, four-legged Grimm, a creature resembling a monstrous, genetically-modified bull crossed with a spider, slammed into the academy courtyard. Its eyes glowed with malevolent green energy. Jesse, without missing a beat in his humming, casually tossed a grenade – the one containing, he secretly hoped, highly trained squirrels – at the monster. The grenade exploded, not in a fiery blast, but in a cloud of adorable, tiny, highly-trained squirrels, who promptly swarmed the Grimm, causing it to stumble in confusion, its fear-inducing aura momentarily dampened by the sheer cuteness overload. Ozpin, for the first time, cracked a slight smile. "Well, Jesse," he said, taking another sip from his mug, "That was…unexpected." Jesse shrugged, already planning his next bizarre escapade. "Just another Tuesday, Professor."120Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXfspEmTlqx
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