This took several changes, and I'm not sure if I'll ever be truly happy with it, but that's how life goes. Again, if you want a detailed, VISUAL look at Perry, you can find him and more at either RWBY Fanon wiki or Deviantart. Please leave comments and share your thoughts!


"Blue" Trailer

Part 2

An hour after his encounter with the Grimms, an exhausted Perry headed for the mess hall, a large, open tent in the middle of the large camp grounds. But just before he went to the buffet line in the center, Perry felt am arm wrap around his neck from behind and force him downwards, catching him in a choke hold. Attacking him was a young woman with long red hair tied in a thick braid, dressed in a sleeveless burgundy leather jacket and tight, black jeans. Her green eyes were alight with cold anger as though she had just been insulted.

Perry knew her well. He had been friends with her since childhood.

"Ow! Krimsen!" Perry cried out hoarsely, unable to take a breath.

"What's this I hear of you getting RESCUED?!" Krimsen smiled forcibly, trying in vain to hide her anger at him. "First you take on a couple of Grimms, alone! Then you had to get bailed out because you couldn't tell a dead monster from a live one!? What did I tell you about going off and playing the hero?!"

"Mmmmpphhh..." Perry gasped.

"What was that? I can't hear you!" Krimsen demanded.

"Let go of me!" Perry slammed his elbow into his friends stomach. It was like hitting a wall. But Krimsen did loosen her grip a little, allowing Perry to pull out, finally able to breath again. "Stop doing that! We're no longer children!"

"Then stop throwing yourself into stupid situations that might get you killed!" Krimsen shot back, brushing her long, red bangs out of her face.

"Let it go, Krim!"

"Why? You planning on taking a whole horde of beowolves later?!"

The two suddenly became aware of how quiet it was and realized that everyone in the mess hall was looking at them.

"Uh..." One construction worker sitting nearby said, "You two need a room or something?"

"Oh, shut up!" Krimsen snapped at the man, grabbing Perry by the hand and leading him away. "Come on, Perry, let's eat."

Filling up their plates with oddly colored mush that had a thick layer of crust on top, Perry and Krimsen sat alone at an empty table near the northern corner of the tent, spending the first few minutes of their meal without a word as the rest of the mess hall continued its usual drone of chatter.

Krimsen broke the silence first. "I don't want to have to go home one day and tell your sister you got yourself killed. Not after all we went through together!"

"I know," Perry said around a mouthful of green paste.

"Then why do it?" Krim insisted.

"You know how strong old Ursas are. There were two and I knew how to handle them. But I dropped my guard and the tables turned on me. I'm sorry," Perry explained, then pointed his fork at his friend. "It's not like you've never leaped into the lion's den before."

"This isn't about me," Krim stabbed at her mystery meat with her knife. "It's about common sense-"

Suddenly the entire tent fell quiet as one man entered, a folded scythe rifle slung across his back as he got in line to get his plate of food. Everyone knew of Qrow Branwen, but few had seen him before. And fewer still even liked him. But if Qrow was aware of that, he didn't draw any attention to it.

Once his tray was full, Qrow scanned the hall, looking for a place to sit. His gaze fell on Perry's mostly vacant table began heading in that direction.

"Wait...why is he coming our way?" Krimsen whispered.

Perry gave her a weak smile. "Remember how I got rescued? Well..."

"You're kidding me!" Krimsen exclaimed. "What on Remnant could he want?"

Shaking his head, Perry kept his eye on the Huntsman as he approached them.

"Hey," Qrow said gruffly. "These seats taken?"

Perry looked at Krimsen, as though asking a silent question. Krimsen merely shrugged.

"Help yourself," Perry offered.

Qrow sat and quietly began eating as everyone else slowly began going about their business. Perry and Krim continued their meal without another word, the mere presence of the Huntsman making them uncomfortable. After about five minutes, Qrow broke the silence.

"There's nothing interesting to drink around here, is there? Like beer or something?" The unshaven man asked to no one in particular.

"Erm...no," Perry answered.

"Construction crews tend to work better sober, Huntsman," Krim added coldly.

Qrow gave the young woman a quick, bland glance, as if saying he'll let that remark slide...this time.

"I like your weapon, kid," Qrow moved on, talking to Perry. "It's an antique, right? It has a telescope and sword mode I noticed. Useful."

"It has a walking stick mode too, which I rarely use. But your weapon is just ridiculously big! I'm amazed you're able to wield it." Perry nodded his head at the large, red weapon as it rested up against the dinner table. Even folded it remained an impressive sight.

"Actually, it's my niece's," Qrow answered with his mouth full.

"Seriously?" Perry gaped. "What is she, a bodybuilder?"

Qrow gave a short chuckle, pulling the folded weapon off his back and placing it on the mostly empty. "I've been training her in using a scythe and told her that if she ever wanted to truly master it, she had to build her own. And this is it; Crescent Rose. I'm field testing it for her."

"Your niece actually made that giant thing herself?" Perry stared. "That's...amazing."

"Yeah, well she is something, like her mother. What's your weapon called?" Qrow inquired.

"Sky Glass," Perry answered. "It's saved my life a few times. Krimsen has a sawed off shotgun saber called-"

Krimsen interrupted Perry by slamming down her glass of water on the table, her face devoid of emotion. Perry looked at her in surprise whereas Qrow simply took another bite of food as if nothing happened, leading to a moment of awkward silence.

"Krim? What's-" Perry tried asking.

"I'm done eating. I'm heading back to the barracks. You coming?" Krimsen's tone was downright frosty.

Perry glanced first at the Huntsman, then down at his own plate of partially eaten food. He then answered his friend. "I'm not done yet..."

"Fine," Krimsen stood up, holding her empty tray. "I'll see you later."

And without another word, she was gone.

Qrow looked at Perry, "It seems not to many of the Watchmen guards are happy to see me playing on their turf."

"It's not like that," Perry apologized. "Yes, most of the guys here, the Watchmen, are academy dropouts, hunters in training who didn't make the cut. I guess they're still resentful."

"Your friend's a dropout?" Qrow asked.

"No. Krimsen is different. She...has issues with Hunters," Perry tried to explain. "Believe me, it's nothing personal."

"It seemed pretty personal to me," Qrow remarked.

"Well, it was really bad. It's been very hard to be able to trust them since then," Perry replied, his voice going quiet.

Qrow laced his fingers together, listening closely. "Well...I'm sorry you had to experience that."

"I don't feel that way about you, for the record," Perry remarked.

"And why not? You don't even know me."

"Your actions and reputation. Despite the Watchmen not liking the fact you might be putting them out of a job, they seem to find you pretty cool," Perry ran a hand through his blue hair, a grin on his face. "And I tend to give guys who saved my life the benefit of a doubt."

Qrow gave a small grin. "You were never in any real danger out there, you know that? You seem to fight well for someone who is self-taught."

"Wait...how do you know that?"

"I'm a teacher at Signal Academy. I have decades of fighting experience and can tell when someone has been learning without a teacher. Sure, you could use some refining around the edges, but you seem to know Grimm. You knew to instantly dodge the Ursa's attack after it knocked you to the ground. That's experience, not training. Have you ever considered being a Huntsman?"

The question took Perry aback. "What?"

"Your personal feelings aside, we need more Hunters," Qrow said plainly. "There are thousands of us, but it's not enough. We are barely holding the Grimm back, and there are millions of them. If we have more warriors then groups like the Watchmen's Guild wouldn't need to exist. Instead of having only one hunter helping to defend the vital construction of an electric dam, we could have dozens. Each city across the four kingdoms would have thousands of defenders instead of hundreds, and we might actually have a shot at ending this centuries long war."

Perry was silent for a moment, lost in thought. "I...I don't know..."

"It wouldn't be that different from what you're doing now," Qrow pointed out. "And you would be properly trained and have much better gear as well as teammates that would back you up in a fight, not simply stand by and watch."

"You're not wrong..." Perry agreed. He gave it more thought. "But I can't. Krimsen and I are doing this job to help support ourselves. My sister back home depends on me to provide. If I tried to attend one of the academies...it would be simply too irresponsible."

"Hey, I get it," Qrow replied. "Family has to come first. What's your sister's name?"

"Plum. She's fourteen."

"Really? My niece Ruby is the same age. Maybe we can introduce them someday."

"Sure." Perry agreed politely, knowing full well his sister had even stronger feelings about Hunters than Krimsen did. "It was nice talking to you, Mr. Branwen-"

"Qrow." The older man insisted.

"Qrow. But I need to head to the barracks."

"Alright. Just think about what I said. And if you wanted, I could even train you so that in a couple of months you could apply for Beacon academy. And then I think you could ace their entrance exam," Qrow offered. "It's the least you could do for the guy who saved your pasty white butt."

"Thank you." Perry was again taken aback at the offer. "See you around Mr. Bran...Qrow."

"Bye kid."

By the time Perry made it back inside the barracks the night was well along. Leaving his scope on his pillow, Perry headed toward the back for the showers. In the dim light dozens of men and women were either getting into the rows and rows of bunks for a well deserved sleep or crawling out for the night shift. Oddly, Perry had the showers almost entirely to himself, having hit a sweet spot in the day. As he stripped off his grass stained clothes, Perry winced as fresh bruises protested at being touched. The water he washed under couldn't decided to be hot or cold, so it radically shifted between the two without warning, causing him to shiver one second and then yelp in pain the next.

Once he was done, Perry wrapped a towel around his hips and headed toward his bunk, which was just under Krimsen's. He dressed into fresh white pants and loose t-shirt then slipped under the covers, leaving his navy blue boots next to the bed.

"Sorry I was rude," Krimsen's voice gently carried over from above him. "It's just...hard, you know?"

"I understand," Perry whispered back, resting his hands behind his head. "I think he did too."

"You told him?" She asked.

"Not entirely, but he got the concept," Perry clarified. "He isn't all that bad. Even tried to convince me to go to the academies."

"To be a Hunter?" Krim's head poked out from the side of her bunk, looking down at her childhood friend. "I can't imagine that."

"Thanks," Perry muttered.

"No, it's not that. It's just, you know, they're not all they're cracked up to be," Krim explained. "And it's very dangerous. We just talked about this at supper."

"I didn't say yes, Krim," Perry replied defensively.

"Did you say no?" She asked pointedly.

"Not in so many words."

"'No' is one word, Perry."

"Okay, so I wanted to think about it. But you're right, it's not a good idea and I'll tell him if I see him again, alright? Get some sleep. It's late."

"Whatever," Krim's head disappeared as she rolled back on her pillow.

Sighing, Perry turned and laid on his stomach, hugging his pillow as he closed his eyes. Unexpectedly, part of him was excited at the idea of attending an academy like Beacon and becoming a Huntsman. Maybe he could do some real good after all? Was it all just a silly dream? Perhaps. But Perry hadn't dreamed of the future for a long time. It was pleasant to finally be able to do so.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Perry was suddenly jarred awake when an extremely loud sound like crashing thunder shook the entire barracks, followed by the sound of what seemed to be large rocks falling of the tin roof. Everyone bolted out of bed and headed for the windows, some screaming, others covering their mouths in horror. Looking out the window right next to his bed, Perry gaped as the color drained from his face.

"What's happening?" Krimsen exclaimed, unable to see anything with the volume of people.

"The North wall is gone," Perry said in shock, his own voice sounding very distant. "Someone blew up the perimeter wall! We are completely exposed to a grimm attack."

Trailer to be concluded...


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