A/N Meet the team!
Alt title: the joys of trolling.
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Next is a chapter of Cyril. You all seem really gung-ho about the broody boy.
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Kent Morgan: I thought about having him say they're Butter and I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, but then thought it was too obvious.
YeTianshi: he does have depression, but it's more so depression brought on by the fact he just realized his family is gone and he'll likely never see them again. He didn't think the Brother's offer was real, thinking it to only be a dream. And then, well, reality sunk in.
So it's more or less he's grieving and struggling to find a way to cope. But to the outside, he looks depressed because he's so directionless and listless.
So yes he'd depressed, no he doesn't have depression.
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-Beacon, 08/28, 6pm-
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Cyril Leon POV
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"And here is your dorm." Glynda says as she gestures to a door labeled 109, with a sign that has interchangeable letters on it, currently spelling SLBR. "It is large enough to accommodate all four of you and contains a single en suite bathroom. As of now, you'll be afforded the rest of today and tomorrow to acquaint yourselves to each other. Your school supplies and syllabus's will be delivered at midday tomorrow. We trust you to be responsible with your time."
"Of course Miss Goodwitch." Weiss says with a bow as Miss Goodwitch unlocks the dorm room and hands Weiss a key. And then Blake as she passes, and then Ruby, and finally me.
"I wish you all the best, and a prosperous year here at Beacon." Miss Goodwitch says as we all enter the room, leaving the door open as she leaves.
The room is a decent size. Black carpet, beige walls, a double arched window with red curtains. Four beds all spaced to be about five feet from each other. With two of the beds being against the back corners. So, about the space of a studio apartment. So if this were the real world we'd only need four more people to afford rent.
Do not miss that.
"Corner, dibs." I call immediately as I go to the bed in the corner closest to the bathroom door.
"Hey!" Weiss calls out as she moves to stop me.
"Weiss no!" Ruby says, holding her back. "He called dibs! That's sacred!"
"Dibs on the other corner." Blake says.
"Hey that's not fair!" Ruby shouts.
I just face plant into the mattress.
"You said it yourself." Blake says cheekily. "Dibs is sacred."
"Yeah but I wasn't ready!" Ruby counters. "Cyril! Help your partner out!"
"She wasn't ready." I say, though it was into the mattress so it was more of a. "Shff vuhzmt wedi."
"I feel we should decide this in a more structured manner." Weiss says. "If we go by, dips, then I imagine we'll be fighting often."
"I'm okay with that!" I say as I raise my hand and turn my head to the side. "There. You have your first vote."
"That's not!" Weiss says before taking a breath. "Fine, it doesn't matter. I'll take the bed next to Blakes."
"But!" Ruby tries, but stutters her words before just giving up. "Fine!"
"You're all aware the room has four corners, right?" I ask, causing them to pause.
"The other ends have desks for studying." Weiss says.
"Move the freaking desks." I say incredulously as I sit up.
This should not be that big a discussion! It's furniture! Not like they're bolted to the floor.
"I, suppose that's an option." Weiss says. "And it'd be a good team exercise!"
At this point I just wanna be a dick. So, I stand and go to one of the desks, wooden with a cabinet attachment on either side. I move the chair, bend down slightly to hook my forearms under the hollow part like a forklift. And I lift.
"Where do you want it?" I say plainly as I turn around to face the wide eyed girls.
"Um, the wall adjacent to the, bathroom should be fine." Weiss speaks up.
"Is that not heavy?" Blake asks from her claimed bed.
"Not really." I say with a shrug. "It's just wood, and it's not like there's anything in it.
"I suppose." She says as I set the desk down.
"Hmm, no." Weiss says as she looks at the desk in thought. "Can you move it a bit to the right?"
"I'm not playing that game." I say flatly. "You want it picture perfect, do it yourself. Where do you want the other one?"
Overall I became the designated lifter for the hour. Moving the furniture to where it needs to go. Now everyone has a corner of the room to themselves, with a dresser and a nightstand. One desk against the right wall, and one under the window sill. And a bookshelf next to the window desk.
Me moving everything gave the others time to unpack, which, seeing as I have nothing to unpack, was a bit of a time saver.
"Hmm, I believe this will do." Weiss says with a nod as I lay down on my bed. "Thank you Cyril. Your work is appreciated."
"No problem." I say as I close my eyes.
"Would you like any help unpacking?" Weiss offers.
"Ehem!" Blake coughs.
Opening my eyes to look at the, tribal, asian, her dress is hard to place okay? It looks like a fantasy version of what someone thinks is casual for Asia or India, and purple.
Her mom's outfit from canon with a few changes.
She just waves.
I wave back, and turn my gaze back to the ceiling, and then the back of my eyelids. I'm vaguely aware of them talking in the background, but I don't really care. Okay, I do.
"He can probably hear us!" Ruby whispers.
I can.
"I doubt he's paying attention." Blake whispers flatly.
I wasn't.
"Still, how was I suppose to know?" Weiss asks.
"The fact he was the only one of us without bags?" Blake counters.
"I didn't notice okay?" Weiss defends.
Oh, that's what this is about. They think I'm sensitive about being poor. Ha! I used a hairdryer and a blanket to keep warm as a kid in the winter. I'm not ashamed of poverty.
"Let's just ask!" Ruby whisper yells.
"No-"
"Hey Cyril, you got anything to unpack?" Ruby asks as she steps away from the group.
"Nope." I say simply.
"Thank you!" Ruby says before she returns to whispering. "Okay now what?"
"That was, sort of the whole point." Blake says dejectedly.
"I don't get it." Ruby whispers.
"Oh, and I can hear you." I say.
"I knew it!" Ruby shouts.
I'm gonna like it here.
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Blake Belladonna POV
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I'm not entirely sure what to make of my teammates.
Weiss is both famous and infamous amongst the Faunus community. Most of us on Kuo Kuana are aware that the papers and mountains of research into recessive genes, funded mostly by the SDC mind you, are a load of bull.
But none of us dare call Jacques out on it. And many are willing to side with him on the matter and corroborate his claims. Mostly because conditions for Faunus in nearly all fields had been improved drastically since his reforms. Or at least that's what my dad and Adam say. I was too young to really remember any of it. So, Weiss is, not going off of my first impressions. She seems, not fake, but restrained.
Ruby, is a hyperactive overly excitable ball of energy. That's, all I have to really say on her. She's a Silver Eyed Warrior, so that's fortunate! Makes my time here easier knowing I have the natural counter to the Grimn. Other than that she's just eager. Though she seems really intent on getting close to her partner. As for Cyril. At first I believed him to be an ass. Then Weiss informed me he recently lost his family. And I thought he was just in a rough patch.
Now I'm thinking he might be racist because he keeps staring at our ears or Weiss's tail. At first I thought it was a butt thing with Weiss, but he hasn't been staring at mine. And anytime Ruby's let her hood down, he keeps looking at her ears, as well as mine and Weiss's.
He's been decent about it. No snide remarks or anything. But there's still that underlying hostility towards us that's hard to mask. Regardless of his silver eyed status, first blatant comment and he's getting a kick in the dick.
"So, as a team." Weiss says from where she's sat at her bed, adjacent to mine. "I believe it prudent to get to know each other. I'll-"
"I'll start!" Ruby jumps up from her bed on the opposite corner of the room. "My name is Ruby Rose, I'm fifteen, I'm from Patch island, I like fighting, exploring, killing Grimm, weapons, cookies, music, and I'm a wolf faunus!"
'Could've sworn she was a corgi.' I find myself almost laughing.
"Thank you, Ruby." Weiss says with barely restrained annoyance.
It's clear she's trying to be the team leader. Those get decide in our second year after the teachers have had a year to evaluate us and allow us to gain some trust and familiarity with each other. Adam informed me. We intended to join together, but he passed last year and I didn't. So he's in the year ahead of me. He might even be made leader of his team.
"Anyway, as you may know, I am Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. I am seventeen, I come from Atlas and my hobbies include dancing, singing, fencing, and painting. I am an arctic fox faunus with the rare mutation duoproditorism."
She preens at the end there. Wiggling her ears and curling her tail to the front of her to show off.
We sit in a bit of silence after that. Neither I nor Cyril taking the initiative. And, now it's getting awkward.
"Well, I'm Blake Belladonna, eighteen from Kuo Kuana on Menagerie. I enjoy reading, plays, poetry, swimming, and I suppose that's it."
I, don't like being put on the spot. It's like all the brainy bits take a leave and say 'you got this!'.
"And that makes it my turn." Cyril says. "Cyril Leon, from, I'unno. I'm sixteen, and I enjoy reading, music, drawing, and fishing."
"How do you not know where you're from?" Weiss asks the immediate question.
"Never really had a name." Cyril shrugs from his place on his bed. "Let's just say I'm from a village not on any map. And leave it at that."
'That is, awfully peculiar.' I think to myself. 'Most villages manage to establish a name within a year. How would he have lived in one for so long, and not know its name? Maybe he just doesn't want to remember it?'
That seems more likely. Assuming what Weiss said is true.
"Anyway!" Ruby pipes up before a burst of petals reforms in front of me. "You saw mine! Let me see yours!"
'What the ever living flying fuck!?' I think to myself as I back up on my bed. 'I, I know teams get close, but that's a bit fast!'
"Come on!" Ruby begs as she crawls on the bed to follow me. "I'll be gentle with it, I promise."
"Pahhahahaha!" Cyril starts laughing in the background. "Ha! Oh god! Oh! Ahahahaha!"
"What are laughing about!" I yell at the man before returning to the crazed and thirsty girl. "And why are you so, so, who raised you!?"
"Ruby!" Weiss shouts in a scandalized voice.
"What!?" Ruby says as she sits up to look at Weiss. "She doesn't have to be shy! I saw it earlier in the woods. It's beautiful!"
"I'm dying!" Cyril shouts as he starts punching his bedframe. "Oh god this is gold!"
"I thought we were silver?" Ruby asks as she looks around at everyone. "You guys are all being like, really weird right now."
"Cyril, deal with your partner!" I shout to the man in order to protect my chastity.
"And rid myself of the show?" He gives me a Cheshire grin. "Nah."
"Just show it to me already!" Ruby asks as she throws herself on me. "We're a team now! And teammates share everything!"
"I'm stuck with two absolute degenerates." Weiss starts mumbling to herself. "Father was right. I can't believe it but he was right. I should've stayed in Atlas."
Weiss is clearly no help!
"Cyril help me!" I call out to the only coherent teammate I have.
"I already said-"
"You like fish right!?" I say as Ruby starts frisking me! "I have sushi coming in from Kuo Kuana in a week! It's yours!"
"Deal." He says as he sits up with that same grin. "Ruby! What about mine? Is it not enough for you?"
"What? Well, no but I've already seen it." Ruby says as I manage to squirm out from under her.
"Oh my god!" Weiss calls out. "When was this!?"
"In the woods!" Ruby answers. "Right before the Ursa actually."
"Yeah, the one you left to kill me." Cyril says.
"Well that was when you, not important." Ruby says evasively.
"Anyway, you promised me special attention remember?" Cyril says, causing a massive wave of heat to creep up my neck.
"Is, is this a Silver Eyed thing?" I wonder out loud.
"Well, yeah, but that's for later!" Ruby says. "I still need to get ahold of the right tools."
"I thought you said you were only fifteen!" Weiss cries out.
I mean, I was fourteen when, not important!
"I am!" Ruby defends. "Why would, well yeah I guess my dad did always say I more experienced then most my age."
"Your dad?" I ask, more than a little mortified at the implication.
"Yeah!" She says happily. "Then again, he's not very, he's not, well, he only ever uses his fists so, yeah."
And Cyril is laughing again.
"I'm going to be sick." I say to myself.
"It was actually my uncle who taught me." She says absentmindedly.
"Okay, okay." Cyril says as he gets up and walks over with a shit eating grin. "Here Ruby, be gentle with mine."
'You wouldn't! You degenerate piece of filth!' I find myself screaming at him.
But I'm too mortified to say anything. Looking at Weiss, she's hiding behind her hands.
'Fuck it! Time for semblance!'
And then, right in front of me, on my bed! Cyril reaches down, and takes his axes from the holsters on his hips and hands them to Ruby.
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"What?" I say out loud.
"I still say these are a crime against nature." Ruby pouts with no small amount of distain.
"Hey, be nice." Cyril chastises. "They didn't choose how they were born."
"They should've been aborted." Ruby ruthlessly says.
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Cyril Leon POV
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'Damn that's a savage line!' I think to myself.
I will not lie here. I knew exactly what was being said, and enjoyed every second of the misunderstanding.
"Don't be mean to the weapons Ruby." I say flatly, though I can't keep the smile off my face.
"These are tools pretending to be weapons." She says as she starts fiddling with the mechanisms.
"Aren't all weapons just tools of war?" I counter, only to find my own axe against my neck.
"Never insult the precious babies of metal and protection again!" She hisses.
Raising a brow, I lean down and decide to call her bluff.
"Hey, just make sure you take care of John. Okay?" I say.
Her face gets adorably pouty and red as she silently screams.
This is fun.
I straighten back up and look to Blake and Weiss. The former wide eyed and the later blushing up a storm as her eyes peek from behind her fingers.
"What's the matter with you two?" I ask with a shit eating grin. "I think you're right Ruby, they are weird."
"You have no right to talk!" Ruby finally screams.
I have found, my purpose.
Annoying the shit out of people.
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-Beacon halls, 2 hours later-
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I got kicked out.
Mostly so they can change and get ready for bed.
Oh well. This gives me time to think.
Ro. Balance. Not in the physical sense most think of. Ro, is more of a centering of one's self. When following Fus, it gives you weight. Fus, on its own, is immature. It's like a child demanding they're right simply because they said so. It's a weak argument. Ro, centers yourself, gives clarity to your stance. Balance, in your statement. You can't just lash out and expect others to take you seriously. You need to hold yourself higher than that. Make a stance, and hold your ground on it. Fus ro, is to defiantly assert your counter.
*Kcht*
Opening my eyes, I see a tall blonde haired guy and a black haired guy.
"Oh!" I'm assuming Jaune says with a wave. "Hey there, you get kicked out too?"
"Yep." I say as I lean against the wall as I wave. "Cyril, Team Silver."
"Jaune, Team Prussian." He says.
Looking behind him at his door, 110, I see the letter plates. PRJN.
"Aren't we supposed to be labeled after colors?" I ask.
"Prussian Blue is the intent." Ren says. It's Ren. Pink eyes and all.
"Learn something new everyday." I say. "At least it's not as on the nose as mine. Two Silver Eyed, and the two non Silver Eyed are black and white color coded."
"That is a bit, obvious." Jaune Agrees.
Time to fuck around.
"I remember you!" I say with a snap of my fingers. "You're the guy in the bunny onesie."
"Yeah, that was me." He says with a small smile and a shrug. "My sisters played a joke on me and swapped out my PJ's. And I thought I'd just go with it."
"Well, credit where it's due." I say with a nod. "Never seen someone strut across the room in a blue bunny onesie and not die of embarrassment."
"Well it was either own it, or die of embarrassment. And I couldn't die before initiation. That'd be even more embarrassing." Jaune says.
"Your confidence is admirable." Ren says plainly before finally addressing me. "I don't believe I've introduced myself yet. Lie Ren."
He gives a small bow.
"So, do you go by Lie, or Ren?" I ask.
"I see you are aware of Anima's outskirt culture, I refer mostly by my family name. Unless family is around." He says with a small smile.
As he says that, the door opens to reveal two red heads. The ginger in pink short shorts and a white tee with a lightning bolt on it. The red red head in loose PJ bottoms and a baggy black shirt.
"You guys are good." Pyrrha says.
"Nice meeting you Cyril!" Jaune says as he filters into the room.
"A pleasure." Ren says with a nod.
"See you guys around." I give a wave as the door closes.
"I see you've acquainted yourself with my teammates." Pyrrha says with a practiced smile.
"Yeah, they seem chill." I say with a shrug.
Fuck, seeing and hearing Pyrrha has me all fucked up. I shipped Arkos hard. And I'm not so insecure that I won't admit I cried when she got dusted. Really caught me off guard.
"Yeah, Renny's always like that! Suuuppper chill." Nora says.
"You knew him before then?" I ask. "Oh, right. Cyril, Team Silver."
"I'm Nora Valkyrie!" Nora shouts with a pose before dipping into a bow. "The pleasure is all yours."
Oh, I like her!
"Of course my good lady." I say with an exaggerated curtsy. "Quite a pleasure indeed."
"Hmm, sufficient I suppose." She says in a haughty tone. "You'll make a good head butler for when I rule this country."
"Hmm, I'd prefer being a cook, but a generous offer, is not one to be refused." I say back in the same tone.
"I already have a cook." She says.
"Shame." I tsk.
"Any way, it is nice to meet you Cyril." Pyrrha says. "I'm, Pyrrha Nikos."
"Sup." I say with a wave.
As I wave, the door to Team Prussian's room opens up to reveal Jaune, in the bunny onesie.
"You're good." Jaune says.
"It was nice meeting you Cyril." Pyrrha says with a wave.
"You may greet your queen on the morn of morrow!" Nora says with a fierce look before doing a one eighty and smiling. "Later!"
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And now I'm alone again.
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Might as well reflect some more.
Wuld. Whirlwind, not even remotely accurate to it's translation. Where force is the best translation for Fus, Wuld has no translation. In fact, the best word, would be forward. Even then, a single word cannot be properly attributed. It is the movement forth. The Thu'um is so ancient, some words just can't be replicated. Wuld is one of them. It is directional movement. A fierce march. The desire and will to move forward. More accurate words, would be ambition, rush, drive or strive. But those words don't convey its effect when put into play. It is the sheer determination to move forward, to not steer off course, that makes the word so powerful in its effect. Wuld, conveys a determination to move. The reason why or where, is irrelevant to the act.
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"Did they forget about me?"
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-Beacon, 08/30, 7:15am-
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Cyril Leon POV
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It's nice to sleep in. You know what I mean? Just, laying in bed as nothing bothers you. That point where you're half in half out and you can feel your mental batteries recharging is the best.
"Wake up team Silver!" Ruby shouts excitedly.
"I've been up." I say listlessly from my bed.
But, all good things come to an end.
Sitting up, I get a look at everyone's nightgowns. I had been tossed out while the girl's got ready for sleep, and when I was back in they were already in their beds.
Yeah, they forgot I was in the hall.
Ruby is in loose white felt pajama bottoms and a black tee, same as the night before initiation. Blake is in a stylized kimono with very intricate purple and gold designs. And Weiss, is staring at me with a blush. Same nightgown as before as well.
"What?" I ask her.
She continues to stare.
"Hey! Snow White! You good!?" I shout, getting her attention.
"What! Oh, w-w-where are your nightclothes!?" She stutters.
Oh, I'm not wearing a shirt. Just my underwear.
"This is how I sleep." I shrug.
I don't have any.
"With girls?" She stutters out.
I would like to note, she is the only one seemingly taking issue.
"I mean, hmm." I stop to think. "There are, a lot of ways to answer that."
"What's the big deal?" Ruby asks as she gathers a towel and her clothes from her dresser.
"The big deal!?" Weiss squawks. "He's, he's, he's indecent! He's almost naked! How do you not have issue with this!?"
Ruby looks over to me as I stand up, revealing that I'm in my underwear. Weiss sputters some more and Ruby just shrugs.
"Eh. My dad walks around in his underwear at home all the time. Does yours not?" Ruby asks.
"No!" Weiss shouts, her face redder than a tomato as she covers her eyes with her hands. Poorly, she's peeking. "Blake! How are you not upset at this!?"
"He's covered." She says as she stretches. "It's not like he's naked or anything."
"I think she's sheltered." I offer teasingly.
"I got that." Blake says as Ruby slips into the bathroom. "Don't use all the hot water!"
"Kay!" Ruby shouts back.
"Dibs on second bath." I call.
"I'm surrounded by perverts and degenerates." Weiss starts muttering to herself.
"Oh grow up." I say as I lay back down on my bed.
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Stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in my combat clothes and ready for, whatever the day has. I've decided I've done enough moping. I've made my bed, might as well lay in it.
Besides, the dynamic of clueless Ruby and overly reserved Weiss, is fucking awesome.
Blake? She owes me sushi.
And then I notice it. My nightstand, barren save for a single sticky note.
"Where the fuck are my Axes?" I ask.
Picking up the note.
(Hey partner! Just took a quick trip to the forge to finish this thing's creation! I'll be done in about, five hours or so. Perfection takes time!
Love, your amazingly generous and all around awesome partner, Ruby)
Well at least that's solved.
Now what the hell happened to my underwear?
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Remnant culture: Huntsmen in modern society 2: Life and succession
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As we all know, life is harsh, cruel, unforgiving. Such is the world we live in. It is why birthdays are celebrated. But, while living is difficult enough without placing ourselves into undo harm. Huntsmen don't receive that luxury. Huntsmen are always putting themselves in harms way. Thusly the average huntsmen's lifespan is a whopping, 32 years of age. Nearly a decade shorter than the average man.
Such is their sacrifice. Their toil, and burden. Much of their early life and formative years are spent honing themselves for their future in the hopes they can prepare themselves for the trials of the people.
Now, depending on a variety of circumstance, the average is different. Those of Atlas see a longer life expectancy, but on average suffer from a lack of experience and versatility. Making them lacking in overall effectiveness and successfully completed missions. The great north being harsh on all, Grimm and people alike. Which is one of the key factors leading to their advanced technology and standing military.
Those of Shade academy see shorter lifespans on average, but are fierce and resourceful, as well as perceptive. The deserts proving a harsh and especially unforgiving teacher. If you need an escort, a Shade Huntsman is your best bet. Able to see through even the cleverest of traps and hidden dangers.
Mistral produces the best fighters without any doubt. A Haven Huntsman is one who can clear a den with brutal efficiency and grace. However, Mistral's culture of honor, taints their huntsmen's effectiveness when dealing with non-Grimm threats. Which is a key factor leading to the high concentration of bandits and crime families in Mistral and the surrounding continent.
Menagerie is young, and as such only seven graduating classes have been observed. But so far the Huntsmen and Huntresses of Oasis Academy are proving to be of higher stock! So far, of forty six Huntsmen and Huntresses the academy has produced, forty one are still in active service!
And then there's Beacon! Headed by the wise Ozma himself. Beacon is known for its, unusual and flexible teaching practices. With each student giving substantially different accounts of their time at the academy. Beacons chaotic teaching structure, formed by Ozma's previous incarnation Oswald Greenhill and maintained by Ozma's current incarnation Lyman Ozpin, is perhaps what lends itself to its high success rate. With Huntsmen and Huntresses regularly living to their forties and many even retiring!
But the subject of the Academies is for another time.
A retired Huntsmen, is a respected Huntsmen. The average age of retirement for a Huntsmen, is 46. Though this is a bit inaccurate. Most will partially retire as soon as they have children. Or, if both parents are Hunters, one will fully retire while the other remains active, or partially retires. A Hunter without children is likely to continue active service well into their fifties should they make it that far.
Retirement for a Hunter is not something taken lightly. It is why partial retirements are more common. Once a Hunter is retired, they are taken from active service and given a monthly stipend based on a variety of factors. From age, years of service, rank, successful missions, and a few other categories. They lose their travel discount and are removed from the guild's information network.
Partial retirement, sees a partial stipend as well as having every two years of partial service count for one year of active service on their final stipend. Their access to the guild being reduced and their ranking frozen.
Now, while a Hunter that is retired is given ample to live off of, seeing as the minimum years of service required to retire is 10, it is not uncommon for them to continue their service to society in another manner. In truth, many Hunters take up jobs as teachers, guards, law enforcement or woodsmen. Lending their experience to society and passing on their knowledge. This is so prevalent in fact, that many organizations ranging from schools to merchant guilds, keep track of the active roster. And when one is taken off due to retirement, they take it upon themselves to send an offer of employment. It is almost expected that a retired Hunter lend their experience to society.
More than this, comes the prospect of succession!
Many Hunters that have children are offered extended assistance from the government in the rearing of said children! Doubly so if children are enrolled in Huntsmen preparation schools. Though, there is one complication.
Huntsmen teams tend to be very tight nit groups. It is only natural considering the many trials and tribulations they encounter!
Without going too far into detail. Monogamy is, less of a standard amongst Hunters. And legal marriage tends to be more of a formality for the sake of taxes when it comes to Hunters. As is the consideration of blood relation. It is not uncommon for Hunters to adopt the children of their teammates, and never inform the child of their true relation. To a Hunter, who raises you, is less important than who birthed you.
Huntsmen and Huntresses being polygamous is a bit of an open secret in society. One of the many unlisted liberties they're afforded.
Outside of that, there is the exception of Silver Eyed Warriors.
When it comes to the children of Silver Eyed Warriors, regardless of whether or not they inherit their Silver Eyed trait, they are often afforded extra liberties. Most of them are, under the table, attempts to court favor with the parent and clan. But they are prevalent enough to warrant mentioning.
An interesting note on the history of Huntsmen. Alexander Arc, one of the first true Huntsmen in the modern sense, holds the record for active service! Having retired at 82, 64 years of service. And having 12 children in that time. All of which became Hunters and retired with the lowest obtaining the A rank just before retirement.
Sadly, the years of dedicated service caught up to him quickly. He died at the age of 86, not four years later of heart failure. His service is memorialized in statues that can be found across the five kingdoms.
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A/N
Duo is latin for two
Proditor is latin for trait
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Also, this is not Cyril getting over himself and his issues, this is Cyril looking for a distraction and finding it messing with others.
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Due to Remnants culture of adoption and succession, despite Weiss being a bastard, she's still Jacques's favorite.
Her presence, has been phenomenal for his worldwide popularity. While Winter disobeyed him at every turn and ran off to join the military to get away from him. Weiss's birth, his acceptance of her, and his funding of research have all lead to him being seen as relatable.
The Faunus saw better working conditions because their overseers don't want to piss of their boss who apparently has Faunus heritage. Menagerie has proven to be a major trading partner for exotic goods. The White Fang never truly radicalized. And Huntsmen, the arguably most educated class, see right through the bullshit, but also see his attempts to protect Weiss from the social elite of Atlas with all the propaganda.
Thus, even though it was a major shit show at first. Jacques managed to turn it all into his favor. Refusing to alienate Weiss despite the idea that she might not be his, earned him massive favor with the Hunter community.
As for the social elites of Atlas? Jacques and the SDC are too big to do or say anything against, publically.
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