So I'm gonna be honest, stuff is already starting to deviate from the MHW story, mainly how the Field Team Leader was replaced with Winter, thus making his whole "being born in the New World" thing no longer there, but oh well. I already warned things were gonna be off, and I did change Weiss' family stuff around, mainly because I despise Jauqes, and Whitley but I am fixing him. Anyway, back to the story. This time, Pyrrah. There really isn't an order to the introduction of characters, and later the perspective will probably be flipping between different characters.
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And may Monty Oum be forever unbound by death
A small girl with a mane of red hair and emerald green eyes lay curled a bench, head resting on the lap of a much older woman, who calmly stroked a soft hand through softer hair. There they sat atop the polished wood of the bench, taking in the cool air as they watched the sun set on the horizon, its orange glow dancing on the top of the fields that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was a moment that seemed so casual that most would play it off as nothing but another passing afternoon, but to the Nikos family, it was a brief moment of respite. Respite from the fans that knew naught of personal space, the thankful villagers that tended to be overbearing in their manner of giving thanks. Thanks for what? For the protection of this field, or that roadway, or even the occasional family.
You see, Pyrrah Nikos, the young girl whose bleary eyes failed to remain open as she rested on arguably one of the most comfortable types of pillows around, was famous throughout most of what was now considered "The Old World" for the many jobs she successfully accomplished during her training. She had slain many jaggi, bnahbra, blango, and even uroktor in the process of defending roads, village fields not to dissimilar to the one in front of her, and even assisting in the defense of an entire settlement, where she faced and slew a Great Jaggi.
Although she could never bring herself to regret her actions, or refuse the kindness of the villages, this newfound fame brought with it a curse, to her at least. She was to far removed from the average level of skill found amongst those her age, and while not inherently bad, it not only removed her in skill, but apparently in social status as well, placing her on a pedestal that almost none dared to reach for, and those that did did so for some sort of sick gain. Her father having forcibly removed more than a few greedy suitors could testify to that fact. She could only hope that one day a chance to make true friends would come, and it did!
The Fifth Fleet to the New World would set sail soon, and with a New World brought a clean slate, as reportedly there are no jaggi, blango, or uroktor to be found there. Instead, a whole host of new creatures to test her mettle against, new people who would either not know, or not care for her status in the Old World for it was in the past, and while the past may make us, the future will define us. Or at least that is what her father had always told her when she complained about her status. Speaking of her father, a tall man with dirty blonde hair and pale green eyes walked and hovered over his wife's shoulder, planting a loving kiss on her lips before turning to the now grinning Pyrrah, whose eyes were barely open. He placed a calloused hand gently on her shoulder, shaking her and in a low, yet soothing voice said
"Hey there, you alright?"
"Wake up sleepyhead, so we can relax inside."
"Remnant to Miss Redhe-"
"ad. You alright?"
Pyrrah quickly shook her head, the pleasant memories fading from the forefront of her mind. She glanced around, reminding herself of the situation she was in. The canteen and surrounding rooms had just finished being ventilated and removed of smoke and other gases. Any wounded lie at the edges of the room, the tables and chairs stacked in the far corner. The mass of cooled lava was still stuck in the room, forcibly connecting itself to the ceiling and floor. Many lay panting as streams of sunlight shone through the hole in the ceiling, tired from the effort needed to regain control of the ship. Pyrrah herself was not especially tired, having played a more assisting role in the damage control, yet she would be lying if she said she did not have a sore muscle or two. She finally got around to seeing the one who shook her out of her daze. On a glance, it really did appear to be her father before she focused on the details of the young man in front of her. His hair, while just as messy, was a much lighter blonde, and instead of the pale green of her father, it was the deep blue of the ocean. Worry was immediately visible as it was plastered over his features, from the lightly calloused hand on her shoulder to the slant of his eyebrows. She let a small smile show on her features as she gently removed the hand on her shoulder.
"Yes, I am quite alright. I'm sorry for worrying you." She said with a small bow. She spared a glance at his face once again while doing so, searching for the tell tale signs of recognition, from the widening eye to the huge smiles, or even the occasional greedy glint in their eyes. Instead, she found visible relief, or heard it in a breath she wasn't aware he was holding, his eyes closed and a hand on his armored chest. "Good, was afraid you went into shock or something. Oh! The name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. Ladies love it!." Faux confidence filled his voice as he led her to an empty spot in the canteen.
With a slight giggle, Pyrrah asked "Do they now?"
"Well maybe. I dunno… my mom always sai- never mind." He visibly deflated upon the failed flirt, which only brought another round of mirthful laughter from Pyrrah. "So I've introduced myself," He said while settling against a wall. "What about you?"
With an internal sigh, and outwardly her smile became the much more fake one she would plaster on as she expected the worst, she replied with "Pyrrah Nikos." Now you can imagine her shock when in response she was only returned with a small nod of acceptance as he laid his head back upon the wall. He opened his mouth to say something before he was interrupted by the girl in white she had saved earlier. "You buffoon, how could you not know who this is?" she asked incredulously, her high pitched voice seeming to leave Pyrrah's ears ringing.
"I do, this is Pyrrah Nikos. She just introduced herself after all." Jaune replied, causing the grin on Pyrrah's face to widen.
"She is the Mistralian champion, with eighteen small monster extermination quests completed." The girl in white said whilst crossing her arms and pointing her chin up in smug satisfaction at pointing out the redheads deeds.
"Doesn't ring a bell, though thanks I guess?" The blonde replied, making Pyrrah's smile threaten to split her head in two, though it went unseen by the other two. The girl in white looked about to retort with something more berating towards the blonde before freezing up. She took a step back and took a deep breath, schooling her features with closed eyes, the scar over her left becoming more prominent.
"It… is no matter. As long as the resident champion is not insulted, then no harm done." the girl in white seemed to bite out. Turning to her, white placed a small smile on her face to accommodate the bow she gave. "I wanted to give my thanks for rescuing me. I do not wish to imagine the results if not for your fortuitous timing."
"Oh, uh, it was no bother miss..." Pyrrah asked with a small rolling motion of the hand, as if asking for white for introductions. Thankfully, she seemed to understand as her face shone with confusion before paling in understanding.
"Oh, I am so sorry. I am Weiss Schnee, second eldest of the Schnee Family." She said with a small curtsy. "So people are to be partnered upon arrival to the New World, so I was wondering if you would like to be my partner. Between both your skill and my knowle-"
"Oh sweet! I would love to be partners with you Snow Angel!" The blonde stated, scooting closer to her in order to better express his gratitude. A brief look of disgust flashed across her face before falling into a condescending smile. "No, mister tall, blonde and scraggly, not you, sorry!" She said with false sympathy laced in her voice. Pyrrah decided it was now time for her to voice her thoughts. So standing tall and grabbing her equipment off the smoke stained wall of wood, she spoke up.
"I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may, actually. Now, we must be arriving shortly, so I will be heading back above deck. It was a pleasure to meet you both." She gave a small curtsy, and proceeded to head up to the deck above, and as she walked she reviewed the conversation she just had. If Jaune was anything to go by, than it looks as if her original hopes were not entirely unfounded.
A new slate indeed.
