A/N Dumb ideas
Alt title: Dumber circumstance
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Next is a chapter of The Last Heir: A Gamer's Guild Submission
Simply because it's been forever since I wrote a chapter for that fic.
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Riot Bringer: Ah! Did not know that.
Kat1017: That's what Cyril was going to ask for. The whole "Could I-"
"No"
"Worth a shot."
Was about that.
DancingLeaf: I intend to expand upon it. A shout just has to comprise 3 words. There's nothing to say it has to be the same. Like, going "Wuld Fus!" Mixing the whirlwind sprint with force to make a short burst of speed that knocks over everyone he passes.
I do intend to use modded shouts and make my own. Within reason.
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-Date, Time-
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
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Sounds/Actions*
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-Beacon Woods, 08/29, 6:15am-
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Cyril Leon POV
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It's like they're coming from the shadows. Literally!
They're easy enough to kill, having already killed three Ursa and seven Beowulfs since Ruby helpfully pointed out the first one.
But at this rate I'll be suffocated by the bodies!
"Help me!" I cry out as I get knocked over by a charging Beowolf.
"Don't worry!" Ruby shouts as the damn mutt clamps its jaws on my neck. "I'll save you!"
The thing's jaws go limp as I feel its weight separate on me. Throwing the now bisected Beowolf off of me, I get up just in time to see Ruby dash around in a storm of petals. Only reforming for seconds at a time to swing her scythe.
I killed about ten in a few minutes. While she's taking a minute to kill the same amount.
"Whew!" The shorter girl says with a huff as she, petals over to me. Reforming with a smile. "That was fun. I know Silver Eyes attract nearby Grimm, but you like, super attract them!"
She said that with, way too much excitement.
"Thanks?" I say with in confusion.
"Oh!" She says as she suddenly realizes, something. "You probably don't know! Silver Eyes attract Grimm, and it's said that the stronger the Silver Eyed Warrior, the more Grimn are attracted to them!"
"Why, are you happy about that?" I say, more than a little bewildered.
And concerned.
"Well, oh!" She says before rushing off in another burst of petals. "I'll tell you on the way! Hurry up!"
Swinging around to see her waving for me to follow. I sigh as I start jogging.
'This is going to my whole morning isn't it?' I think to myself as I follow her.
"So we attract Grimm." Ruby says as she zips around me while I jog towards our destination. "But it's not like we attract them, y'know?"
"No, I don't." I say as I continue to jog. "A better explanation would be appreciated."
She's a lot faster than me. Even without her semblance.
It's absurd.
"Okay! So, if Grimn are near, they're gonna go after us first! But, we don't like, pull Grimm from the surrounding areas to us. They only go after us if we're near!" She starts explaining.
"Then why do people want us on their teams so bad?" I ask.
"Duh!" She says as she jogs backwards in front of me. "If you know who the Grimm are gonna most likely target, it makes them predictable! Easier to plan around and kill! Our very presence makes being a huntsman easier!"
"That's, a very optimistic way of saying we're bait." I point out.
"Bait can't fight back." She says with an almost evil glare. "Besides, Grimm are known to ignore fleeing civilians if a Silver Eyed Warrior is near. So, we save people just by being there! And that's something to take pride in."
She finishes with a bright, prideful smile.
Yeah, this girl reeks of preprogramming. Then again, I suppose it's better than wallowing in your own misery. Knowing that creatures of darkness and fear have a special hate boner just for you.
"Root." I call out as she trips over one. Only to disperse into petals and reform running the right way.
"Anyway!" She says as she slows down to keep pace with me. "You must be way stronger than me if the Grimm ignore me to attack you. Or, at least your eyes are. Ooh! Can you do anything with them yet!?"
"I only found out about, all of that Silver Eye crap a week ago." I tell her. "No. I can't do any eye light magic."
"Aww." She says with a pouts while running. "Oh! I hear something! Sounds like we're near!"
I'd hope so. We've been on the move for almost five minutes now!
"What do you hear?" I ask her.
"Hmm, sounds like tapping on some stone." She answers.
I hear nothing but the sound of our feet hitting the foliage. And honestly with my luck. I'm surprised we haven't run into any more Grimm.
"How far?" I ask the overly jubilant radar.
"Hmm." She hums before taking her hood off, her ears stretching up. "About, two minutes at our current pace. We can really make it if we sprint!"
"Why?" I ask. "We'll just tire ourselves out for no reason."
"Maybe you will ya slowpoke!" She scoffs. " I can keep this indefinitely!"
"Well I can't." I counter. "And it'd look really bad if you pushed your partner too hard or abandoned them, wouldn't it?"
"Pah!" She laughs and turns into a burst of petals, that wraps around me and-
'Oh fuck I'm gonna be sick!'
"Oh sweet granola bars!" I say as I see the stonework beneath my hands and feet.
"Eugh." Ruby says next to me. "That always feels weird."
"Weird?" I say, turning my head to look at up her as I resist puking my guts out. "Weird, is walking into a room and everyone staring at you for no reason. That! Oh fuck I'm gonna be sick!"
I felt every bit of me disperse, lose all feeling and then reform, in like two seconds.
"I forget most people can't handle that." She says almost absentmindedly. "My secondary semblance makes it impossible for me to get nauseous, or turned around really."
"Eugh." Is all I can get out as I stumble to my feet. Feeling as though my body is drunk while I'm struggling with keeping it together. " Never, do that without my consent again."
"Look on the bright side!" She says. "You handled that better than my sister! She puked."
"Gee, I'm so blessed." I say sarcastically.
"Ahem." We both look up to a student in green looking at us, sitting on the steps of the ruins. "Wait, are you two? Damnit!" He curses, slapping his knee. " Two Silver Eyed Clansmen? And you're partners?"
"Dude, you cool?" I ask.
He starts brooding, resting his head in his hands with a sour look on his face.
"Yeah I'm fine." He sighs. "Just, waiting on someone to be my partner. And I find out there're two Silver Eyed Clansmen. And I missed both of them."
"Sorry." I say with a shrug.
He waves me off and just huffs.
Meanwhile Ruby runs up to the podiums and grabs one of the chess pieces. I don't pay attention to which one.
Yeah, there's not much difference between these ruins. And the ones from canon. Well, aside from the fact that there's no ancient bridge facing the cliff.
Just forest.
"Got it!" Ruby says as she appears next to me. Having put her hood back up.
She grabbed the black knight.
"Okay." I shrug as we turn to face the cliff and start walking.
I expected, I don't know. More?
"Ooh!" Ruby grins as she turns around and unfolds her scythe. "We got incoming!"
'I didn't even say anything!' I bemoan in my head.
"Then we should go!" I say as I grab her arm and tug her along.
"Wha- hey!" She protests. "What kind of hero runs from a fight!?"
"The kind that lives to fight meaningful battles!" I answer as I drag her.
"You sound like my mom!" She protests.
'If I just had a bingo card for all the canon changes.' I laugh sardonically in my head. 'I wouldn't even need the free space!'
"She sounds like a wise woman!" I say.
Not long after I say that, I too hear the rustling of a stampede. Well, I doubt it's an actual stampede. It's probably just a pack and the blood rushing in my ears is making it worse.
"Fine!" Ruby stubbornly agrees as she finally starts running with me. "But you owe me!"
"If anything you owe- you know what forget it." I say the last bit softly to myself.
"Hey!" We hear the student from the ruins shout. "Don't leave me!"
"Fuck!" I curse as I look back, having completely forgotten about him.
Only to see Ruby wasting no time in dashing back for him.
"Not even surprised." I say to myself again as I turn around.
In a few seconds I catch up to the two, or rather we meet each other halfway. And I get to see the pack of about ten Beowolves following! Oh, and a giant fuck you snake.
Because a big bowl of death noodle is just what I needed today.
"You've gotta be shitting me." I sigh as I activate my semblance.
Okay, let's see here. The Beowolves are no issue. They're just annoying to deal with. The snake however?
How do I kill that?
Now, you may be asking why I would want to do so. Answer is simple! It's big, and faster than the Beowolves, making it faster than me and the other student. I do not want to be caught in the ass by this thing! So, I'd rather dictate the fight, than be forced to be on the defensive.
But what to do? Decapitation hasn't failed me yet.
Hmm, I have, an idea. Gonna need a liberal amount of my semblance to pull off though.
'Welp, might as well try!' I think as I cut off my semblance.
"Ruby! You hold off the wolves!" I say as I pull my axes out and charge forward.
"Hypocrite!" She yells after me.
Bang*
A Beowolf's head nonetheless disappears into a black splatter as she gives me covering fire.
Only ten feet from the snake, and it opens it's jaws wide as I activate and deactivate my semblance in quick order. Using it to reorient myself without stumbling. Effectively sidestepping to the right of the overgrown boa as it bites down on nothing.
Switching the bearded axe in my left hand to its pic mode, I swing it down into the side of its head. Just missing the red slitted eye as I hit behind it.
Still gets the intended result of it rearing up in pain. Desperately trying to shake me off.
"Ruby when I say now! Shoot it's right eye!" I shout.
"Which right?" She yells back.
'Oh for fucks sake!'
"The eye I'm closest to right now!" I shout back.
Just in time for it to rear up almost thirty feet off the ground. Taking the chance, I leave my axe in the snakes head as I activate the chain and jump down. Swinging as it tries to bite me.
"Now!"
Bang*
Cue the snake jerking its head back and to its right. Yanking me back up, and using my momentum to swing me around to the other side of its head.
And, semblance. Get my bearing's, and deactivate.
Twisting myself around as I start to swing over and up above it. As I fall back to the other side, I activate my semblance again to make sure I don't fuck up.
Grabbing the handle of my axe imbedded in the snake's head. My weight dislodges it. The chain at the end of the handle, wrapped around and attached to my vambrace.
And now I'm dangling like a necklace. But only for a moment as I switch the rotor on. The snake's wild thrashing only makes it easier for the chain to tighten. All I have to do, is not let go of the axe!
"CYRIL!" Ruby shouts.
Bang*
"Kkssss!" I hear an anguished hiss from below me.
Looking down, I go wide eyed as I see a white snake writhing below me.
"There're two!?" I say in disbelief.
"No!" Ruby yells as she dashes forward and swings her scythe. Planting it in the white snake's forehead. "King Tajitu have two heads!"
I have just enough time to tell myself to stop questioning things. Before the head I'm attached to swings me into a tree!
"Ack!" I cough out a lung, still refusing to let go as my chain steadily gets tighter.
It's when I'm regaining my breath that the head I'm attempting to kill suddenly jerks back and stills.
Looking down, I see a small spire of ice impaled through its head. The white head.
"I assume that's Weiss." I say under my breath.
"You'd assume correct." A calm, silken voice says beside me.
Snapping my head up to see the black haired Faunus in purple combat robes from earlier. Golden eyes and a slight, friendly smirk on her face. Hanging off the snake's neck with both legs planted against the snake's neck. An arm with a black rope wrapped around her hand, the rope going behind the snake, keeping her steady.
"So you already know my partner. Friends?" She asks.
"Fucking, um, chat later?" I offer after a tired sigh. "Kinda busy."
"I see that." She says, shifting a dubious look between me and the snake. "Um, what were you trying to do?"
"Chain around the neck, tighten, cut, tighten, decapitate." I answer. "Didn't exactly go as planned."
"I see that." She says. "Need a hand?"
"Sure, why not." I say with my best attempt at a shrug.
She reaches back behind herself and under the slit at her hip. Pulling out a dagger, she stabs into the scute under the giant snake's neck. My chain slips in and tightens further, now lubricated by the black bile that I assume acts as this thing's blood.
"I am, upset I didn't think of that." I sigh as my chain pulls the cut wider.
"We all start somewhere." She says.
"Don't patronize me." I sigh.
"I was being nice." She says with a glare as she jumps back and swings behind the snake.
Me and my dumb mouth.
The chain comes to an abrupt stop as both sides snag on the ends of the scute. And deciding I've been here long enough. I switch the axe back into it's bearded form, planting the blade in the snake's flesh, and let go. Using my weight to swing and pull the blade like a one sided garrote wire.
As I roughly land on the ground, my axe jerkily returning to my hand as it slices through.
Turning around to look at my handiwork, I get to see the snake's head slowly detach from its body. The deep laceration around its neck and the weight of its body causing it to rip away from its head.
The head stays in the air, held up against a tree by a black rope.
"Well, that was." I try and think of something. "I don't know. I'm tired."
"And a jerk!" Ruby says as she appears next to me. " Don't rush off. Stay safe. Complete the mission and don't rush into un unnecessary danger." She says in a mocking of my voice.
"I didn't say any of that but okay." I point out.
"And then you go off and charge a King Tajitu with, was that a plan? Because I couldn't tell!" She continues to berate me.
"I have a feeling you're not going to hear me so, I'm just not gonna try." I say as I holster my axe. "Feel free to prove me wrong."
"And not only that!" She continues. "You just had to get another pair involved! Do you know how bad that looks!"
I just start walking towards the cliffs as she continues. Of course, Weiss walks up to us alongside, fuck it, she's Blake until proven otherwise.
"Perhaps you should go easy on him?" Weiss suggests. "It was a decent tactic, if poorly executed."
"Hey Weiss." I say as I raise a hand.
"I mean you could've used your other axe and cut into it!" Ruby keeps going. " Or, better yet you could've used the recoil from the axe's gunshot to dig into the scales. Oh wait!"
"Um?" Blake says with a raised brow.
"I don't think she's stopping anytime soon." I say as we all end up walking together. "You get your relic?"
"Of course!" Weiss says haughtily. "It was quite easy. The teachers must have culled the Grimm before initiation to make it easier on us. I almost feel insulted."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"That King Tajitu was the first Grimn we encountered." Blake answers for Weiss.
I have to take a, okay several, deep breaths to calm myself.
"I'm not passing this year, am I?" The other student says solemnly.
Oh yeah, he's here.
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"I get that you were unfortunate enough to not have a decent weaponsmith in your life." Ruby keeps going! "But that's no reason to be so suicidal!"
At this point I'm fairly certain she's just venting a hyper fixation.
"Hey Ruby!" I say loudly, getting her attention. "If I wanted my axes to ignite, how would I do that?"
"Oh! Well that depends on how and in what context." She starts going off.
'Holy shit that worked.' I think idly.
"First of all it's a matter of preference. Personally I feel dustless ignition is more efficient and cost effective."
"But it's not as reliable." Weiss suddenly cuts in. "And depending on the form of ignition, and something as minor as humidity can ruin the method."
"I, wouldn't call humidity a minor thing." Blake cuts in. "Humidity can turn a pleasant day into an absolute slog."
'She's right.' I think to myself. 'Does jungle rot still apply with aura?'
Needless to say. I'm not joining the conversation.
"I can see what you mean." Weiss says. "Just like today, I can't wait to get back inside."
It's like, seventy degrees, at most.
"Really?" Blake asks. "It's, rather pleasant right now."
"You're joking?" Weiss deadpans. "At this rate I fear I'll have to switch from white clothing just to preserve my dignity!"
"You would not last in Menagerie." Blake chuckles.
My plan to be forgotten, has worked.
"Off topic!" Ruby shouts as she runs forward and tugs on my arm, forcing me to look her in the eye. "Fire! Dust or dustless!?"
Fuck you fate!
"Dustless." I answer her.
Soon as I figure out magic, it won't matter. Hopefully.
Besides, Yol is literally ignite. So long as the axes can keep a flame, then the actual ignition is negligible.
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"Congratulations!" Doctor Oobleck says as I collapse to the ground in front of him, trying not to puke. "You accomplished initiation in thirty seven minutes and forty two point three seconds! Slightly above average!"
I decided to let Ruby scatter me and carry us up the cliff face. Much to my guts' hatred of me.
"What's average?" Ruby asks as I get to my knees.
"Officially it's forty minutes for simplification but the specific average is forty one minutes and twelve seconds. And some odd change." He lists off quickly.
'This guy could be a god damn auctioneer with how fast he talks. How the hell does he do that?'
"Now then!" He says, going from a hundred, to zero, and back to a hundred. "Please confirm that you have completed the task! It'd be rather embarrassing if you made it all the way here and didn't complete the task."
Ruby and Blake excitedly hold out their pieces. Ruby a black knight, and Blake a white knight.
Assuming the teaming system still works the same. Then it's safe to say we won't be on the same team. Which, I don't even know why I care at this point. Canon knowledge is fucked to all hell so I might as well just concede to the fact I know jack shit.
"Now then!" Doctor Oobleck says. "Please return to the locker room! Your family and extended relatives are in the auditorium should you wish to speak with them before the announcement of teams! At five in the afternoon you'll be called to the back of the auditorium to wait and see if you passed!"
"What if we didn't make it?" I ask.
"Then you will be a good sport and stay to congratulate those who did!" Doctor Oobleck says as he leans down to see me face to face, almost scaring the shit out of me. "There is no room for sore losers in this line of business after all!"
"Okay!" I say almost appeasingly as I put my hands up. "Just a question."
"Ah!" He says as he rears back up to full height. "My apologies then I misread the intent! Questions are of course always welcome! Do you have anymore!?"
'Several, actually.' I think to myself.
"No, no I'm good for now." I say as I start to shuffle away from him.
Why is everyone here so crazy!?
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Am I the crazy one? Because at this point that'd make more sense.
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-Beacon, Locker room, 12pm-
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Sitting here against the wall. I take in what little calming silence I can as Ruby meets with her family out in the auditorium. Blake and Weiss are, somewhere. And I'm just happy to be left in peace.
Something I'm sure I won't get a lot of in the future.
"Hey partner!" Ruby says as she plops down next to me.
Y'know what? Fuck it! I'm comfortable where I am. I'm not expending the energy to move.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Oh, just wondering what you're up to!" She says almost evasively. "Wanna chat!?"
"Don't you have a family out there in the auditorium?" I ask, not opening my eyes.
"I can talk to them whenever." Ruby says, again evasively. "Besides! We're gonna be stuck with each other for at least four years, I figured I'd get to know you!"
"Not much to know." I say.
"Don't say that!" Ruby says. "Ooh! Tell me what I can do to your axes! You want them flammable, and a gun, but what kind of gun?"
'She's being, oddly persistent. Is this, is she attracted to me or something?' I think with a whole host of conflicting emotions.
"Easy to reload, high stopping power, mid to close range." I answer.
"Like a magnum?" She asks. "Oh! With the recoil from the shots you could enhance your axe's chopping power immensely!"
'Or this could just be a weapons thing.' I realize.
"Is that why your scythe is a high caliber sniper rifle?" I ask.
"One of the reasons." She admits. "I got, as my sister puts it, noodle arms. And sometimes speed isn't enough to get a good slice. Or I'm in a tight spot where I can't pick up speed."
'Huh, neat.'
Having not responded, we end up sitting in relative silence. For me it's peaceful. For Ruby, it might be an awkward silence. Considering the finger tapping on the tile.
"Soooo, anything else?" Ruby asks.
"Nope." I say.
Again, cue in the awkward silence.
"Well, um, do you have any questions for me?" She asks.
"Y'know, there is one that comes to mind." I say as I crack an eye open at her. "Why the hood all the time?"
"Oh!" She perks up with a smile. "It's to hide my eyes. You've probably noticed by now that people tend to pay extra attention to us because of them."
That, doesn't make a lot of sense.
"Why not wear sunglasses then?" I ask.
"Um, no?" She says, as though I said something incredibly stupid. "I'm a Faunus in case you didn't see the ears. And I know you did."
"Pretend I don't know what that means." I say with a shake of my head. "Why not just wear sunglasses?"
She turns to stare at me with the most questioning gaze ever. Looking as though she's piecing together a puzzle that's insultingly easy.
"You, really don't know. Do you?" She asks.
"No." I say simply, hoping to get to the point.
"Um, well, for one. Most Faunus can see in the dark." She starts off. "And it gets, difficult to judge what is and isn't dark by human standards. Not only that, but a Faunus wearing sunglasses at dusk or in other low light places, is just weird and calls for attention." She informs me. Before quickly adding. "That and wearing sunglasses in doors makes you look like a jerk."
Guess some things don't change no matter the world.
"Anyway!" She perks back up. "What are their names?"
'What is she talking about now?'
"Who?" I ask.
"Your weapons!" She says excitedly. "Every weapon has a name! Or they should! Weapons are as unique as people!"
I'm, genuinely interested in hearing that line of thought. But for now, I'm feeling anti-social and mischievous.
"Butter and John." I say.
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She stares at me with wide eyes and a forced smile. Blinking a few times as though to process what I just said.
"Is there, any reason or, special meaning?" She asks.
"No." I shrug. "Just easy to remember."
"I see." She says as she turns away from me. Her hood hiding her face from view.
She takes a deep breath before abruptly standing up. Dusting off her and shrugging her shoulders to get her cloak to cover her.
"I'mma, uh, just gonna go see my family for a bit." She says with barely restrained frustration as she walks off.
"I thought you- and she's gone." I say as I watch her weave around a few other students.
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You know what? I think I found my stress relief in this world.
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Should probably, still come up with a goal before I drive myself insane. Assuming that hasn't already happened and all this is just a part of some schizophrenic fever dream.
Jury's still out on that one.
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"Weiss Schnee, Cyril Leon, Blake Belladonna, Ruby Rose. You four were the first of your group to complete initiation, and enter the top ten for time completion. Together you'll be team Silver." Ozpin says as the big projector shows our pictures with our names, and the initial used for the team name.
(SLBR)
"I'm just disappointed that I was right." I say as I sigh into my hand.
I'm of course referring to the fact that the black haired Faunus is Blake.
"Are they not going to announce the leader?" I ask as we funnel our way on stage.
"That's during our second year." Ruby loudly whispers.
That's different at least.
We all make our way to the stage and, as Glynda informed us earlier, take a short bow.
"That's my baby girl!" I hear a very loud voice shout from the crowd.
"Oh noooo." Ruby groans next to me.
"Ruby!" I hear it again, and look around to find the source. "Ruby look over here! Over here!"
Finding a sandy blonde man with tanned skin and a camera near the front. Waving his arms wildly. I look over to Ruby, only to see her hood. She pulled it all the way down.
"Ruby! Look at the camera!" Tai, I presume, calls. "Come on Gemstone! For me!?"
Feeling mischievous, I lean around and over Blake to grab and yank Ruby's hood back.
"Wah!" She squeals in surprise.
"Hey! Hands off my baby girl!" Tai shouts as he raises his camera. "And thank you!"
"Stop!" Ruby cries out. "You're so embarrassing!"
And she's gone in a burst of petals.
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"Well that was lively." Blake says.
You know, it's the little things in life that matter.
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Bonus
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Remnant culture: Huntsmen in modern society
The huntsman and the huntress. Defenders of humanity and protectors of our future.
The life of a hunter is often a short but glorious one. Huntsmen sacrifice nearly their entire lives to ensure our prosperity and safety. Life on Remnant is dangerous and often short. Even with modern technology, defenses and medicine, the life expectancy of someone outside the cities still averages to forty years.
Huntsmen are crucial to our survival. The cities are the manufacturing hubs of the kingdoms, making everything the people need. But the resources and food? Are produced by the villages. And the huntsmen are need to protect those villages.
It is because of this, that huntsmen are offered more liberties than most. Tax deductions, discounts for active service, free and premium healthcare, free schooling for any children they may have, among a plethora of other social liberties that are not on the books.
But, with all this grandiosity and luxury, comes certain expectations that are not readily apparent. Huntsmen are meant to be beacons of hope. A light to combat the Grimm darkness. They are to project an image of positivity and inspiration. Whether that be a cheerful rogue, a goofy lout, a professional guard, or a stalwart defender, is up to the individual's discretion.
As such, there is a bit of stigma on huntsmen with, emotional, issues.
Depression, anxiety, paranoia. All very common problems the people of Remnant deal with. But, while huntsmen do receive access to top of the line therapeutic and psychiatric services, the common man frowns upon a huntsman in such a state. A huntsman who seeks therapy, while supported by their fellows for they all know the life they live is a stressful one, will find themselves ostracized by the public to varying extents. It is because of this, that huntsmen will often disregard their mental health. Choosing to ignore or develop maladaptive coping mechanisms.
It is because of this, that in recent years the Full Confidentiality Act (FCA) was passed and enacted in all five allied kingdoms. Any huntsman or huntress, (regardless of their state of service, active, in training, retired) is entitled to full confidentiality. Not even records of their name may be recorded in therapy. Only their I.D. number, which itself is only viewable by the Hunter's Guild and the reigning authorities.
Hunter culture is separate from the culture nurtured by the average man. Huntsmen and huntresses in training are taught from a young age to stay positive. And more than that, they are taught to look for the signs of negativity in fellow hunters. Making huntsmen paradoxically some of the most emotionally perceptive individuals, while also being some of the most emotionally sacrificing. This is one of the cornerstone reasons for the partner system.
Which is the mark of a huntsman. Sacrifice. Their childhood's are often sacrificed for the future of the people. Their lives are dedicated to the people of Remnant. To be a huntsman, is to sacrifice yourself for the greater good. And there is nothing, more worthy of respect and reverence, than self sacrifice for the greater good.
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Bonus 2
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Ruby Rose POV
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Running back behind the stage, I angrily cross my arms in frustration. Not only is my dad intent on causing me as much embarrassment as possible, but my partner is now in on it!
And that's on top of him being an uncultured heathen! Next thing you know he'll start preaching Salenism!
'Not that there's anything wrong with that!' I mentally kick myself. 'Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs.'
Is what I always held to be true. But that, that person! Is testing me! Like he was handcrafted by the demon brothers to mess with me.
"John and butter." I nearly puke.
'He's joking. He has to be. Probably messing with me to distract himself from his family.' I think to myself.
It's that thought that calms me down. Everyone has their own coping mechanisms. So long as they aren't self destructive, or harmful to others, they should be encouraged.
Otherwise they might develop worse habits.
I've seen the signs. Aloof, oddly curt and quiet, distracted at seemingly nothing. Borderline completely withdrawn. Me and Weiss confirmed that when we set up next to him. At one point we were talking in complete gibberish and got no response from him. And he wasn't asleep, we confirmed that by calling his name, and he responded easily enough.
Oh, and oddly reckless.
I mean, who in their right mind charges a King Tajitu without a firearm? Who doesn't have a firearm?
None of those things are bad per se. On their own that is. You can be airheaded or introverted or just short sighted. But, all three together?
I'll admit, a partner with depression is not what I wanted. Or expected. Or was, really prepared for.
But, we're stuck with each other! And I need to be their for him and help him! Like a good partner and hero!
And the first step is getting access to the school's smithy so I can fixe the travesty that is Butter and John! That'll cheer him up!
"No!" I shout defiantly. "That is not their names!"
He was just messing with me!
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I hope.
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If he wasn't then I might need to drop out. I hear Haven is a decent huntsmen academy.
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A/N one of the reasons Qrow was so chill about tossing Cyril into the woods, was because by all accounts, he is a Silver Eyed Warrior. And that attracts nearby Grimm. Just not as much as true magic does.
Qrow assumed that with him having lived in the outskirts he'd have to have something to fend off Grimm, or avoid them.
Had Cyril been brought up in the city (by official records) he'd never have tossed him in the woods.
It's like looking at someone raised by a farmer, on a farm, doing farm work. You'd be surprised if they didn't know what a rooster is.
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And yes, the reason Weiss and Ruby refused to leave Cyril alone was due to believing he has depression.
Ruby, because it's a huntsmen's job to protect people. And being there for someone is just the right thing to do!
Weiss, because helping someone with their issues, as callous as it seems, is one of the easiest and best ways to earn their favor and loyalty. People rarely forget those who were their for them during hard times after all.
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