Thank you all for reading once again. I did receive a single review which I am very grateful for, just as I am for anything that I receive.
Nexus0093- I always seen Jaune as a character that is always loved or hated by the community which in turn makes me want to do right by him. Your idea is most certainly a good one and how he can tie to Ludwig. I just must think of how I would tie it in and keep it close to canon somehow.
That was the only one, so let's jump right into this.
Blood to Hunters Borne to Beginnings the Meeting
A large gymnasium inside of an even larger academy stood silent at the darkest time of night. The time when nightmares are strong, but hope can be even stronger. The time when there is more light from the moon than that of a simple lantern can produce. A time when the students that lie within the gymnasium dream their dreams of happiness, or sadness; recollect on memories that bring back demons or angles that light their way. A time when they think on their actions that they committed before attending this prestigious academy for future Hunters. A time to relax and wait for tomorrow to come and wash away any doubt they had before.
Four stood out among the populous that rested within this hall, not only were they not free from the nightmare that is the darkness, but that the darkness that is the nightmare. Connected by a dream which they did not sleep within, but disconnected by the views they had upon it.
Gunpowder, Claw, Crow, and Sword. Each one so close by purpose, but so far by views.
Are men always beasts from the time they are born, or are they still human even when they have lost their minds to the beastly instinct?
Is it wrong to wake those from the nightmare that they have been stuck in for so long, or is it necessary to be woken up by another to be free?
Is one who hunts another Hunter worse than the beasts that those who hunt them, and is the darkness the one we should truly fear when there exists man?
Who is the one that justifies a cause for one to follow, for a just cause is not one of fault, but is one of righteousness, and in turn no just cause can be considered wrong, even when carried out by the worst of men?
Thoughts such as these traced the mind of four young girls that stared towards the ceiling and waited for morning to come and wake them from this feeling of excitement of the hunt, and let them fall asleep into a sweet dream. This feeling of exhaustion finally took each one, by one as
the grip tightened upon each of their ornaments that hung upon their body.
Dark pasts lie within these pendants that they each hold, but each one is a part of a story that has yet to be completed. This keeps them from the hunt that will soon crush their minds, but none of them know of this, thus is serving the purpose of those who released their own burdens upon the children.
Were they being now is of no concern yet, but whether they will have lost what is truly theirs or not, it unknown to these children, and one can only hope that at whatever time they are found, the hope is that blades will never be crossed till there is only one standing, completely going against the previous owners wishes.
The sun's rays beamed through the massive windows that lined the gymnasium walls. The conversations between one another sometimes carried across the great hall to where many could here, but even than it was very unlikely since there were many that shared the same
excitement such as those around them.
The one's that stayed quiet and separate from the crowds were those who knew of the upcoming test of strength and adaptability. They were ready for it from the core of their mind, body and soul. They had courage that rested not only within their heart, but from a certain piece that they had upon them, or within their hands. Some had massive weapons that were almost two to one next to them, others had heirlooms that had more of a symbolic meaning to them than the usefulness of those around them. The confidence beamed of those who knew they would pass while others simply bathed in it without even showing the simplest of facial or
bodily expressions to allow it.
The day continued for only a little longer before students stood along a ridge that overlooked a large clearing that stood far above that of a massive green forest.
Across from the students stood two individuals. One wearing a green vest accompanied by a small pair of glasses and a white mug that rested in his hand. Next to him stood a woman in a rather short dress, and a riding crop that rested upon her hip. Within her hands was placed an electronic clipboard.
While murmurs were going around students, the man stepped forward.
"For years, you have trained to become warriors, and today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest."
The students that stood in front of him stayed quiet for anymore that would follow those words.
The woman now stepped forward as well, clipboard in hand.
"Now, I'm sure many of you have heard rumors about the assignment of "Teams." Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates…today."
"What? Ohhh…." Young Ruby said to herself, quite worried as to what might happen.
The man spoke up once more. "These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon. So, it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well."
Ruby let out a small groan.
"That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years."
Four individuals instantly felt a feeling of relief more than agony of some. The feeling of having one beside them during the hunt reduced their worries, but were soon replaced as the thought
of the hunt diminished from their mind.
They stood confused for they knew that the thought of the hunt was only caused using Blood-Transfusion, which none of them have received of their own knowledge. Their grips tightened around their ornaments, and the feeling of relief came over them once again.
They quickly snapped out of their singular trances and shook their heads out of it.
Yang pulled out a pair of sunglasses and placed them upon her face, but not before winking towards Ruby and then flying off while shouting, In which Ruby soon followed into the sky.
Alone was the boy and the two adults that stood in front of him. His confused look was soon replaced by one of panicking as he was launched into the sky at incredible speeds.
The man and woman stepped back from the platforms and walked over to the ledge overlooking the forest. They only stared until the quietness was interrupted by the creaking of a wheelchair, and the almost silent footsteps of another individual. The two turned around and the man smiled. There in the chair sat a friendly face who also shared a smile such as his own. The woman behind him stood there with a blank expression while the woman besides the other
had a small look of confusion.
"Who might this older gentleman be Headmaster?" The woman asked.
The man let out a small chuckle. "I guess the two of you haven't met before I guess. This man is an old friend of mine who introduced me to my very own teacher when I was younger and much more inexperienced. This is Gehrman of the Workshop; Gehrman, this is my assistant and close friend, Glynda Goodwitch."
Gehrman let out a small bow that could be given since he was within a wheelchair. The woman behind him also repeated the same action.
"I see that you've brought Doll as well. I suppose it's to see Miss Rose, since it was you that gave away that necklace of yours. A strange action I must say though; I never expected for you to give something like that away."
Gehrman let out a small laugh. "Even though it might sound bad, I will be receiving it in time once again, hopefully she will be more willing than the last students that I've had."
Gehrman laughed while Ozpin gained a straighter face while sipping from his mug.
"Quite different from what Hunters used to be Ozpin, no more blood, no more being lost in time, and no more being lost in one's nightmare. It's quite peaceful." Gehrman commented to Ozpin.
"It's quite the opposite from peaceful my old friend. We still have the Grimm that roam these lands and cause fear among its people. The call for Hunters is more than ever, I just wish it was more different than it is now."
"Grimm are nothing though Ozpin. There requires no feeling to slay down a soulless beast. One that carries no echoes from one's time. Those from the past would consider this a time of peace compared to that of fighting one's own father because he became a beast that killed their own spouse. To kill one's own teacher? This is a time of peace Ozpin, and the sooner you recognize this, the better off you will be fighting these things you call monsters. Be grateful you never had to experience what the Hunters of old did." He was turned around by Doll and began to roll off.
"You won't even stay for Coffee Gehrman?" Ozpin called out to his old friend.
"Only the tea of dreams can sate my tastes now-a-days. Goodbye Ozpin, hope we have a slightly less argumenta conversation next time."
The older gentleman began to disappear into the distance. Ozpin sighed and turned around to look back over the clearing.
"Where did you meet that older gentleman Ozpin at?"
"A longer time ago if you could guess. Hunters were much more simple now-a-days, less aura and more skill was placed on the Hunters. I wish he could open his eyes to what we currently have instead of being blinded by his own dreams."
Ozpin took a sip from his mug and let the wind carry his thoughts into the deep current of time.
In the split second while Ruby flew towards the flying Nevermore that flew high in the sky, a slight jingle caught the attention of four other individuals. Their eyes traced down to a single point upon Ruby. The Claw that rested around her neck. Their eyes widened as she gracefully separated the head off the flying Grimm, and the others soon noticed that she was not the only one with a pendent among them.
Still as if stopped, their eyes met with one another, and soon with the pendants that were attached to them. A small vile of Gunpowder tied to a string which was looped around Yang's arm. A Shining Sword the was attached to the end of Weiss weapon hilt. And a Crow that was pinned to the left side of Blake's chest. Each one now stood out more than ever to one another, and a smile came across the face of everyone.
They knew without a doubt that fate had gathered them here to face the forces that were resurfacing once again from within the nightmare, and that the four of them would stand not alone like the Hunters of Old, but side by side like the Hunters of the Day.
The four-stood side by side upon the stage with Ozpin standing at the side of them reading off their names. Soon they would be declared as a true team, and without a doubt, they would complete the story that was entrusted to each one of them without failure, for a single Hunter was feared, a team was a force to never challenge in the eyes of even the greatest of beasts.
Look at that ladies and gentleman. This chapter is finished and I am happy for it. There is now a lead-in to any other little one-shot that has to do with other characters from either Bloodborne or RWBY. Please leave any comments, complaints, or reviews of any kind in the spot that you do so.
Professor Pancakes signing off for tonight.