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Doggo boy semblance is stay
And his weapon is like a boomerang
Since he is doggo it and comes back, he doesn't have to fetch it
This guys semblance is great
It reminds me of the sticky hands that stick to walls
It causally left it's body up in the ceiling
It has been evicted from it's body
Everyone's semblance
Clover = good luck/fortune
Elm = invloving roots
Marrow = doggo boy = stay
Harriet = quick as a hare = nyoom
Vine = vine like arms
Silver Shadow Ch 13
Silver's out of commission and Saber has to fight Marrow, Harriet, and Fiona by himself! How will he pull it off? Read and find out.
Silver Shadow Ch 17
WARNING mild gore
Specialist Arc AU: What is the relationship between Jaune and the two beauties Harriet and Elm?
Jaune sees Elm like a big sister, a big sister that crush your head like a melon. They're friendly to each other, although Elm keeps calling him, "Little Man" and on occasion "Winter's Boy"
Harriet acts like tsundere, although she softened on him after Jaune helped her with her partner's death. She's always trying to challenge and one-up him.
Jaune: I'm the Hunts-Man, you lunatic. Anyway, you guys got any 'shrooms?
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Bystander: Are you... An angel!?
Jaune: Yeah, sure, whatever... You got any ketamine?
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Jaune: I know you're here, Roman, you big fucking nerd. Where's my goddamn money?
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Grunt #1: Be careful, man. I hear Hunts-Man attacks with all sorts of random bullshit.
Grunt #2: Please. I got him dead to rights. Now to-
Jaune: *Throws something* Random bullshit GO!!!
Grunt #1: Damn you Hunts-Man!
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Jaune: I am the god of light. Hand over your wallet and your ketamine or Remnant is doomed.
Marrow: Fuck off, Hunts-Man. I'm not falling for that one again.
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Jaune: ... Why do I hear Eminem all of a sudden?
Hound: *Looming over him*
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Clover: Someone's hacking the system, but who? Hunts-Man!
Jaune: Where's my goddamn money!?
Harriet: No-one here owes you money, you drunk, crazy asshole. Roman isn't even on the Ace-Ops, so stop calling here.
Jaune: Wait... Roman isn't an Ace-Op?
Jaune: That lying fuck.
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Jaune: You know who I really want to fight? Junior.
Elm: Wait, the asparagus from VeggieTales? Or the crime lord?
Jaune: ... Yes.
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Jaune: Honestly? At this point, I don't even remember why Roman owes me money. But a guy's got to live by a code, you know?
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Vine: It's over, Hunts-Man! I have the high ground!
Jaune: Impossible. Do you even know how many drugs I'm on right now?
Vine: That's not what I-
Jaune: Less talk, more VENGEANCE!!
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Nora: Dammit, Jauney, let someone else have a turn for once!
Jaune: No! Ren is my homie... Only I get to give him a goodnight kiss!
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Jaune: Using my Marine Corps training, I can turn ANYTHING into a weapon! Even this rifle!
Watts: Uh, isn't a rifle already a weapon?
Jaune: *Snaps rifle in half and smacks him across the face* Semper Fi, bitch!
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Jaune: God of Darkness, you fucking nerd! Where's my... Uhhh what are you doing?
G.o.D: Don't let her get me. I didn't mean to look at those lewd hieroglyphics! Forget if gods can bleed. Can a god simp?!
Jaune: What the fuck are you talki-
G.o.D: *Grabs him* I was horny, Jaune Arc. And now, Salem is going to quantum bonk me!
Jaune: Who is going to what now??
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Roman: *Half dead inside of grimm* What? It's impossible. It can't be... A way out! And... the Hunts-Man!?
Jaune: That's right, bitch! Now where's my goddamn money? Don't make me come down there and waterboard you, shitheel.