A/N Bias and Bitches
Alt title: Oh, so, racist?
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Next up is Kitsu, because that's my firstborn and I don't want people thinking I've abandoned her.
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Rex-Mortuorum: Funny thing is, half the lines I like, never get mentioned. And the ones I just toss in because I'm in a writers haze and don't know what's going on, people love!
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-Cafeteria, 08/30, Lunch time-
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Cyril Leon POV
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Setting down my tray of roasted chicken and onion soup with orange juice. If that sounds weird, it's because the school has a dietician at the head of the lunch line. They vet our meals to ensure everyone is as healthy as they can be. Only our lunches and dinners though. In their own words, breakfast is the start of the day and everyone should be free to start it as they like.
Also, dessert? Not a thing here. As are most sugary and processed foods. Everything is just, simple. Hell, the breakfast bars I grabbed for Ruby? Three ingredients. Oats, honey, and chocolate. And not milk chocolate. That's not really a thing here. It's all dark chocolate.
"So Ruby, your dad." Weiss says as she cuts into her steak.
"What about him." Ruby asks, glaring at the girl across from me suspiciously.
"I was just wondering if he was where you got your Faunus heritage from, or if it's your mother." Weiss quickly diverts.
'I thought Faunus traits where almost always dominant?' I find myself asking. 'Then again, the older brother said he made a few, genetic, changes. I guess that means Faunus can be recessive as well?'
"Oh, no he's human." Ruby says casually. "I get my ears from my mom."
It is to be noted that she's wearing the hood. She does that anytime we're out of the dorm. A damn shame if you ask me. Her ears are cute.
What? I'm from earth. There are entire cultures revolving around the idea of people with animal traits.
"Oh, I was hoping to meet another like me." Weiss says in a, difficult tone.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Oh, well you see it's rare." Weiss starts to explain. "But on occasion, it is possible for two humans to produce a Faunus child if there's some Faunus in their lineage. Just as it's possible for two Faunus to produce a human child."
'So that's what the older brother meant!' I realize. 'In canon, they made it seem like it was sex linked or something. Like, if the mother was a Faunus, then the child would definitely be a Faunus.'
Though, Blake is rolling her eyes for some reason.
"Hmm, now that I think about it." Ruby hums in thought. "Mom would always joke that dad has some horse Faunus in his blood. But would never say why."
It takes, exactly three seconds for that to register in my brain.
Enough time to swallow my food before I spit it up while laughing.
"What?!" Ruby asks. "What's so funny?!"
"Oh, oh by the nine!" I say, referencing Skyrim as I slam a fist on the table.
"I don't get it either." Weiss pipes up.
"Oh, oh tell me, Ruby." I say as I get my laughter under control. "Would your, mom say this when your dad was around?"
She gives me a confused look before thinking really hard.
"Yeah? I mean, come to think of it she'd always look to him after she said that. Why?" She asks.
"Ooooh, I just got it." Blake groans as she ducks her head down into her arms on the table. "That's a myth! That's not how it works!"
"Now I'm more confused." Weiss says.
"Me too!" Ruby affirms. "What is this? Is this like how you thought eating belladonna was funny?"
" Stop!" Blake's muffled groan comes out.
"I'll tell you, when you're older!" I wheeze.
Oh, so far today has been a delight!
"I'm only a year younger than you!" Ruby pouts.
"I don't get it either!" Weiss glares.
"I'll tell you when, you're older, as well!" I say as I slap the table.
"I am older!"
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-SLBR Dorm-
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Weiss Schnee POV
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With Cyril in the library gathering books for his tutoring, and Blake leaving us to spend time with Adam and his second year team. That, really only leaves me and Ruby in our dorm.
With her reading a comic on her bed. Humming as she kicks her feet in the air.
"So." I say to start up a conversation. "You, mentioned your father primarily fights with his fists?"
"Hmm?" Ruby perks up, her ears shooting up as she looks back to me. "Yeah, his main semblance allows him to transfer the force of a punch across a distance. And his passive causes his aura to condense. Making his skin as hard as metal anytime he flexes. So, he never saw the point in getting a weapon."
"And your mother is a Huntress I assume?" I ask.
Silver Eyes are confirmed to be one hundred percent dominant. And her dad has blue eyes. Though, she could be adopted.
"Yeah, she's an active Huntress." Ruby says as she sits up on her bed. "My dad's partially retired and mom is looking to partially retire soon as well. She's the better Hunter of the two, so when I was born and old enough, she returned to doing jobs to make sure we always had enough money."
Assuming her mother is a Silver Eyed Warrior, it makes sense. She would be more likely to return after a mission. And be better suited to taking more dangerous, better paying ones.
"So then who taught you how to use a scythe?" I ask, hoping to get to know my teammate better. It's a good leader's job to know her, or his, team well!
Or at least that's what the books say.
"My uncle!" Ruby says with a smile. "Well, that's what we call him, but he's actually my sister's uncle, and I'm pretty sure he might be my dad."
Try as I might, I struggle to wrap my mind around that in a way that doesn't end in, problematic conclusions.
"Um, I would like an explanation." I ask.
"Oh, well, my dad, Taiyang, had a daughter with his partner, but she, kinda left." Ruby says in sad tone.
"Oh, oh I'm, sorry to hear that." I say genuinely.
That's the second abandoned person I now know about. Just how common is it?
"It's fine." Ruby says with a quick wave. "We don't talk about her. Anyway, my mom, Summer, is partners with her brother, Qrow. Not her brother, Qrow is brothers with my dad's partner, or, um well."
"You're fine." I assure the fumbling girl. "I understand."
"Oh thank Oz, I was starting to confuse myself. Anyway! Long story short, my mom helped my dad take care of my older sister Yang, and my dad and mom married not long after I was born."
"How do you know Qrow is your father then?" I ask.
"Looks." She shrugs. "Not that it matters. If he is, then it's not like he left me or anything. He pops in every now and then to check up on us and see how we're doing."
I know Hunter teams get, close. But that seems, a bit much.
"Besides, I can understand why he left me with mom and dad." Ruby continues.
"Why's that?" I ask.
"My uncle is cool, awesome, amazing, and cool." Ruby gushes before simmering down with an awkward look. "But, I wouldn't trust him to watch after a goldfish."
'Understandable then.' I agree with her.
It may not be, typical. But it's not like he's some morally starved stain who would abandon their own child. From how Ruby talks of him, he makes an effort to maintain a relationship, and even made sure she'd be taken care of.
"What about you?" Ruby asks. "What about your family?"
'I should've expected this.' I tell myself.
"I'm, not comfortable talking about them." I say awkwardly. "There's nothing, really bad about them. My family is, well, I'd rather not talk about it."
Ruby's face sours at that. And I kick myself for bringing down the mood. I'm trying to build bridges here! Not gain pity.
"Oh, um. Something else then." Ruby says before offering. "Wanna, read a comic together?"
"I, don't very much like comics." I admit. "But if that's what you want!"
"No that's fine!" Ruby says appeasingly. "My console is still in the mail, so um, wanna read a book together? I like books!"
I, honestly wouldn't have guessed. Nothing against her or anything! But, she doesn't come off as being particularly well read.
"That sounds agreeable." I say as I stand up. "I'm sure the library will have something we can both enjoy."
"We have books here." Ruby points out as she crosses her arms.
"But the library has more." I counter.
Ruby stares at me, unconvinced of my reasoning.
"You just want an excuse to run into Cyril." Ruby accuses.
"That's not true!" I defend quickly. "I just thought the library would be a good, quiet environment. That's all. Cyril has nothing to do with it."
"Uh, huh." Ruby raises a brow. "Quieter than here?"
Looking around the room. Barren of anything save our stuff, and us.
"It's stuffy in here." I say, not quite capable of meeting the younger girls gaze.
The window over the desk is opened with a soft click as Ruby opens it.
"Well, I, um." I look for something. "So what books do we have?"
I'm, not even sure why I tried.
"The ones I brought from home are all action and adventure books." Ruby says excitedly as she turns to the bookshelf by the desk, right next to Blake's bed, crouching down to go through the shelf's contents. "So we can look for one of those- hold on."
Ruby leans over and reaches between the shelf and the desk.
"What is it?" I ask as I walk closer to her.
"There's a, book shoved, back here." Ruby grunts. "Got it!"
I stand above her as she pulls out a black hardback book. Plain and featureless save for the red lettering that displays the book's title.
(Ninja's of Love)
"Ooh!" Ruby cheers as she reads the title. "An action romance! I think this might be a perfect pick."
"Are you sure?" I ask curiously. "The cover doesn't inspire any confidence in its quality."
"Weiss, Weiss, Weiss." Ruby tsks as she stands up. "You should know to never judge a book by its cover. Come on!"
She petals over to the other desk, grabs its chair, and petals back. Setting the chair at the window desk, next to the other.
"Take a seat!" Ruby says excitedly as she takes her own.
Doing so, I sit beside my eager teammate as she opens the book.
"Rmmm!" She squeals, bouncing in her chair. "Oh this is so exciting!"
"What has gotten into you?" I can't help but laugh at her innocent enthusiasm.
"We're bonding! Like a real team!" She says as she hugs me from the side. "Oh and it only took two days!"
This is nice. Maybe, this is just what I need to take my mind off of things.
"Okay you dork." I stifle a small laugh as I untangle her from my person. "Let's start, we only have another forty or so minutes until you have to leave for tutoring."
"Gotcha, oh!" Ruby says as she pulls at a tassel hanging from the top of the book. "Looks like it's bookmarked."
I stop her just as she's about to open the book to said page.
"Don't!" I reprimand. "You'll spoil yourself and possibly ruin the book."
"But I wanna know!" She whines.
"Have some self restraint." I reinforce to her.
"But, please?" She asks. "Just the page? Besides, this might let us know whether or not it's any good!"
Seeing that I'm not getting anywhere with her. At least, not anytime soon. I sigh and decide to let it go.
"Fine." I relent with a roll of my eyes as I take my hand off the book. "But don't spoil anything."
"Deal!" Ruby says as she opens it and I turn away.
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-2 minutes later-
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I snap my head over as I hear the flip of a page. Looking to the wide eyed, red faced Ruby staring intently at the words before her.
"Ruby!" I speak up.
"Eep!" She squeaks, slamming the book shut.
"You said you'd read one page to see if it was good." I remind her as I reach for the book.
If she read enough to turn the page, then it must be decent enough to read. I'm just upset that she read further than agreed.
"This book is no good!" She says, sliding the book over and away from me.
"What?" I ask as I look up to her. "Why?"
She throws the book at her bed before sitting proper. Knees together, hands on her knees, back straight.
I'm almost impressed with her posture.
"It's um, boring!" Ruby shouts, her face as red as her cloak. "We uh, should pick a different one!"
"Ruby what the heck has-"
As I say that, Ruby and I jump as there's a large thump against the door.
"Son of a, why!?" We hear Cyril yell from the other side of the door. "Who keeps locking this?!"
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Cyril Leon POV
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'I swear to every god that could, does, and might exist. If me smacking into doors becomes a routine gag, I'll kill someone.' I think as I open the door to my dorm, books in hand as I prepare to grab the rest of my supplies. 'Might be Blake at this point, might be me!'
Opening the door, I'm greeted to the sight of Weis and Ruby right across from me at the opposite end of the room. Sitting at the desk by the window. Weiss is owl eyed and Ruby is, redder than her hood, her ears flat against her head.
"What's up with you two?" I ask.
"Nothing!" Ruby says, too quickly before putting on a forced smile. "I-I mean, uh. What's up with you?"
"Nothing." I say slowly as I scan the girl for anything suspicious. "Just came to grab some supplies I left."
Walking over to my bed, I grab my bag. Never taking my eyes off of the two. Though, whatever's going, Weiss seems just as confused as me.
Sparing a glance towards her, she turns from looking at Ruby, to me. Only offering a shrug and shaking of her head.
"What, did you fart?" I ask the red faced girl as I head for the door.
"Bwuh I no!" She says, her face going from forced casual, to indignation, crossing her arms in a huff. "Don't you know that girls don't fart?! And even if I did it-"
"It'd what? Smell like roses?" I cut her off and earn a snort from Weiss.
"I, you! Get out of here!" Ruby shouts, throwing one of her knives at me.
I activate my semblance and catch it.
"This is mine now." I say, holding it up before pocketing it and closing the door.
That was fun.
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-Outside the Library-
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Yatsuhashi Daichi POV
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"You really don't have to do this Yats." My timid Harse teammate says. "I can look after myself."
"Of that you have my confidence." I tell Velvet. "But if you must, consider this as my selfishness. I would rest easy being near."
Cyril Leon. Adam informed us that his friend from Menagerie had gotten into Beacon. And already has strife with a human.
I am not one to hastily judge, and I'm aware that Adam is an intense person. For better or worse. But I would be foolish to not put weight to a friend's words.
"You big softy." Velvet says as she pats my shoulder, leaning up to plant a kiss on my cheek. "I'm not convincing you, so come on. You can watch and keep me safe."
"Thank you for allowing me to accompany you." I say with a nod as I follow her into the library.
It doesn't take long to spot the young man. His description being apt enough. Short white hair, pale skin, a blue leather long coat over his uniform in place of the traditional jacket. Sitting at a table and already reading a book.
I tap Velvet on the shoulder and point her to the boy.
"Oh! Thanks Yats." She says as she walks over.
"I'll be right here should you need me, remember that." I say as I take a seat near the entrance of the library.
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Cyril Leon POV
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This book, makes no sense to me.
It keeps mentioning words I have no reference to! Like Tarak and Jingsinger. Those sound like DnD monsters to me!
"Um, excuse me?" I hear an, Australian voice?
Looking up, I see the bunny girl that people like to ship with Cardin because, I don't know. Enemies to lovers I guess?
Brown hair, brown eyes, and tall brown bunny ears. She's dressed in the standard Beacon girl's uniform. Only difference being a white, three pointed star hair piece on the left side. She's holding a bunch of books and giving me a friendly smile.
"Can I help you?" I ask in a friendly manner.
"I was wondering if you were Cyril Leon?" She says before her eyes widen. "O-oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong person."
'What?' Is all I can think as she starts to turn away.
"I am, Cyril Leon that is." I say, causing her to stop.
"Oh?" She says turning back to me. "Are, um. I'm sorry about that!" She says with an awkward laugh before moving to sit down.
"It's, fine." I say as I eye her curiously. "Um, what are you doing here?"
"Oh well, I'm supposed to be your history tutor." She says, not meeting my eye.
"You're a student." I point out.
"And I recently just passed basic history." She says as she moves the stack of books she was holding to the side. "The best way for knowledge to stick, is to recite it and think about it! And there's no better way to do that than to teach others what you learned." She says cheerfully.
Still not looking me in the eye.
"Can't really argue with that." I concede with a sigh. "So, where are we starting?"
She separates the three books in her stack. The titles reading The First War of Freedom: A brief overview, Vale's basic history for beginners, and The Menagerian Civil War.
"Just pick whichever one you think you know the least about." She says with a bright smile.
I stare her dead on. I slide one book closer to me.
"Great! I actually-"
She stops as I slide another. Her ears going a little slack.
"Um, well that's not-"
And I slide the third. Watching as her ears fall flat. Her eyes wide as she darts them between the books and me.
"I know, nothing." I say seriously.
She looks back to the books and swallows a lump in her throat. Looking back to me, then the books.
"Oh." Is all she says.
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-55 minutes later-
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This world's history is BULLSHIT!
Why?
They have three calendars. And I don't mean like a holiday calendar. Atlas is on year one thousand six hundred and thirty and counts backwards from there once you get to zero. And they count ten months of the year. Mistral goes by the seasons, so they only have four months. Vale and Vacuo follow the same calendar, the year currently being two twenty and events before are done elderscrolls style. Once a kingdom on the continent of Sanus falls they restart the calendar. At least they have twelve months. Though every month has exactly thirty days.
Oh, and they keep track, separately.
All I learned, was how to convert.
"Well Cyril, I hope we were able to patch some holes in your knowledge." Velvet says as she stands up.
Oh yeah, apparently learning the calendar conversion? That's basic. Because most accounts before the First War of Freedom from nearly three hundred years ago, are all first hand accounts.
This world never got a Herodotus early on. The world is too harsh for someone to just, go around and collect accounts to piece together a greater narrative.
"I hate this." I mumble into the desk.
I loved history! But the way this world has it set up, it's hell!
"It'll get easier!" Velvet reassures. "You just need practice."
I just moan into the wood. Too mentally burnt out to care.
"I'll uh, just hop on out." She says.
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"That usually works." She mutters to herself.
"Velvet, you are a lovely girl." I say, my face still against the table. "Thank you for your time, please leave me to wallow in my misery."
"Um, okay?" She says right before the bell rings. "I'll see you tomorrow!"
I listen as she hurries off. Merely nursing the ache and burning in the back of my head.
Problem is, the three different Calendar systems? It makes sense! Communication across long distances is hard. I did learn that many courier jobs are hunter jobs. One of the ones active Hunters can be mandated to take as needed. Depending on the importance of the message.
Also, the requirements to be a courier include, having aura, a written seal of approval from a combat school, and having passed several classes in survival and geography.
Even the mailmen are badasses because they need to be.
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I'm going to bed.
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-Outside SLBR Dorm, 8pm-
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"It is a bit of a challenge." Ren says with a nod. "I still have to remind myself this is month eight. Not the first month of the year."
Ren is from Anima. And they count spring as the first month.
"I'll get through it." I say as I rub my temples. "I have bigger issues to attend anyway."
"Growing pains?" Jaune asks with a sympathetic smile.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Your team." Ren corrects. "We've experienced some troubles ourselves."
"Ten bucks says they're not worse than mine." I counter.
Jaune and Ren share a look towards each other. With Jaune merely shrugging.
"What?" I ask.
"Um, what does that mean?" Jaune asks.
"What does what mean?" I ask, more confused than before.
"Ten bucks." Ren says.
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I hate this.
"It's, a saying from my home." I explain, my voice dropping in tone as I stare at the floor. "We called, a hundred lien a buck."
"Ah!" Jaune says. "That makes sense now."
"That's an interesting term." Ren says after a pause. "Do you know where it comes from?"
"Nope." I say as I lean back against the wall and cross my arms. "Just, something that always was."
As I say this, the door opens up to reveal the other half of Team PRJN.
"Oh, hello Cyril." Pyrrha says with a smile.
"Hello again." I say with a smirk, causing her to blink owlishly at me, before she returns to smiling.
"If it isn't my, butler." Nora says as she struts out of the room and past the two boys.
"Um, what?" Jaune asks.
"Just go with it." Ren says immediately.
"And where were you this morn?" She asks. "I awoke and naught a servant in my sight to be found."
"My dear lady!" I say with a bow.
"Oh no." Ren says in a hushed tone. "There are two now."
"Silence! Head chef!" Nora demands. "Butler! Explain yourself."
"My lady, I was under the assumption you merely desired the company of most trusted servants!" I say. "Your chef, who feeds you, and your knights who protect you though I am certain you need it not! What hubris would have to possess me, I, a mere butler, to presume that I may stand on equal footing to enter your bedchambers without your order?"
I am patting myself on the back for that one. Mostly because I came up with that last minute and on the spot!
Woo!
"Um, what?" Jaune asks.
"I think he called us knights?" Pyrrha suggests.
"Okay you're good." Nora says plainly.
"Huh?" I ask, looking up from my bow.
"I got nothing!" She shrugs. "Too tired! Come back tomorrow."
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Now I'm confused!
Did my epic, one the spot act just get the, 'cool story bro.' treatment!?
I'm not sure what I'm feeling. But I don't like it.
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-SLBR Dorm, 09/02, 7:20am-
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Stepping out of the bathroom in just a towel, seeing as I forgot my clothes. Nothing noteworthy happened yesterday aside from getting to see Ren fight Ruby. She won and demanded praise for it, until her dad started to congratulate her, at which point she came down from that high. Another argument with Blake at lunch, don't even remember what it was over. And more tutoring where I break Velvet's faith in humanity with how little I know.
"W-w-what are you doing!?" Weiss shouts.
"Haba katana's aren, no." Ruby stutters out as she's woken up. "Wut?"
"Just grabbing my clothes." I say as Weiss continues to stare. Her hands over her face as she peeks through her fingers.
Looking to her, I raise a brow as I grab my school uniform.
"What?" I ask, causing her eyes to meet mine. "Thinking about nabbing my towel?"
"I-I would never!" She stutters.
"Sure you wouldn't." I roll my eyes. "Besides, it's not like I'd ever know. We have several, wouldn't miss one."
She doesn't say anything as I head back inside the bathroom.
After getting dressed, I sprinkle some of the flux powder I took from the forge. Placing it on the white towel.
Bait, set.
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-SLBR Dorms, Free period-
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Weiss Schnee POV
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Cyril decided to take a rest this time. Laying on his bed and listening to music with Ruby's borrowed headphones. Ruby is in the forge working on, something. And Blake?
She's, on her hands and knees looking under her bed.
"Is everything okay?" I ask the cat faun.
"I'm fine." She groans, stretching her arms out under the bed. "Just, looking for something."
"Do you need help?" I ask as I get up from the desk against the wall, walking over to help assist her.
"No." She says as she retreats from halfway under her bed.
"Are you sure?" I ask as she stands.
"I'm sure, besides. Nothing else is, out of place." She says while looking around the room. "I must've not have brought it like I thought I did."
"Um, what is it?" I ask.
"Don't worry about it." She says evasively as she looks to the bookshelf between her bed and the desk by the window. "It's, not important."
"Okay?" Is all I can really say, seeing that she's not willing to press further. "But, seeing as I have you here. I was hoping we could talk." I offer.
She looks at me for a bit. A suspicious glint in her eyes that softens as she sighs.
"Alright." She says as she crosses her arms. "What do you want to know?"
'Perfect!' I think to myself.
This is the first thing to go right all week! First was, well, that didn't happen! Then there's Cyril's social obliviousness and Blake's clear dislike of him. Which has quickly made a divide.
"Well, for one, I was hoping to understand your dislike of Cyril." I tread carefully, though I nevertheless earn a glare from my partner.
"Aside from the obvious?" She asks in a low tone.
"That's just it." I clarify. "I'm not seeing the obvious as you do."
"You're joking?" She scoffs before her glare hardens. "You're not joking? Did you not get enough distrust in Atlas for being a Faunus?"
"I fail to see how that's relevant." I say, barely keeping the offense out of my tone. "Besides, I'm mature enough to recognize my experiences are not universal to everyone."
"I fail to see how you don't get it." Blake says in a hiss. "Day one, there was an underlying hostility towards us in every word he said. Now? It's disregard. He treats us like jokes."
"So far he's treated everything like a joke." I point out. "Problematic I agree, but it's no reason to alienate yourself from this team."
"What are you talking about?" Blake asks. "It hasn't even been a full week. I haven't been alienating myself from anything!"
This is getting nowhere, and Blake is getting more upset.
"It just, it feels like it's going in that direction." I say. "I just want to know what I can do to avoid that from happening."
That gets the intended reaction as Blake calms down a bit. Taking a deep breath as she averts her eyes from mine.
"Just, I can't trust him." She says, nodding her head in Cyril's direction.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because he's, you know." She says evasively as she stares at her bed.
"No, I don't." I say plainly.
"Human?" She almost whispers.
I'm both ashamed and not to admit it took me a good moment to register that.
"Blake that's racist." I say with a flat look.
"It's practical." Blake defends, glaring into my eyes. "I came here with an open mind and he practically confirmed everything bad I've heard about humans."
I don't know, how to deal with this. I've dealt with racist humans. That's how I know Cyril isn't one of them.
I've never dealt with a racist Faunus.
"And just what have you heard?" I ask.
"Best case? They disregard us, worst? They hate us or treat us like novelties." She says.
"I'll admit." I say after a long pause. "I don't know what to say to that."
"Because you know I'm right." Blake says as she walks past me. "Just wait until our second year and leaders are picked, he'll throw a fit if one of us are chosen."
I watch as my partner leaves the room. The door's automatic lock clicking behind her as Cyril blissfully listens to his music.
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Cyril Leon POV
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Yol, the purest form of fire. No, not fire itself. It is a word to describe the pure chemical reaction of ignition. The interesting thing? Its meaning, changes with context.
Nothing says that I have to use shouts, in the same way Skyrim used them. Imagine, Wuld Yol.
Tomorrow's combat class is gonna be fun!
Wait, today's the second. I don't have class tomorrow.
Oh well.
Opening my eyes, I see Weiss looking at me in, I think I see sympathy?
"What's up?" I ask as I take off the headphones I've been using to disguise my meditation.
By disguise, I mean people are less likely to bother me if they think I can't hear.
"Nothing." She says with a shake of her head before moving to her desk. "I just, need to write a letter."
"To who?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"My sister." She says, almost absentmindedly.
"Winter?" I ask, feeling safe in the assumption. She did ask me to rethink my weapons name due to the similarities.
"Yes." Weiss says.
"Is she hot?" I ask as I lean my head back against the wall.
"By most standards I belie- excuse me!?" Weiss snaps towards me.
"Hmm?" I hum, turning my head to peak at her. "What?"
"Don't what me!" Weiss says. "Why on all of Remnant would you ask me that?"
"Ask you what?" I ask.
"Don't play dumb with me!" Weiss accuses.
"In case you haven't noticed, I don't play." I smirk at her. "I don't recall asking anything."
"You literally just asked me if my sister was hot!" Weiss glares.
"I think I'd remember that." I shrug. "But now that you bring up the subject, is she?"
That got me a book to the face.
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"Hachoo!"
My eyes snap open to the sound of a high pitched sneeze.
Looking around the room, I see, nothing. The lights are out and it's pitch black in here.
Not hearing it anymore, I lay back down.
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Weiss Schnee POV
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'He was staring right at me!' My heart thuds as I shove the cloth under my pillow. 'I thought he'd get up and, I don't even know!?'
Oh thank everything holy that he's human. It's easy to forget they're blind when the lights are out.
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Bonus
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Roman Torchwick POV
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Taking a long drag, letting the smoke settle, and letting it out.
"Smoke kills, you know." The sultry voice of the most dangerous headache in the building rings out.
"True." I admit. "But not faster than the fire, and much less painful."
"Is that what you hope to do Roman?" She says as she places her hands on my shoulders, the heat nearly burning. But not quite. "Slowly kill yourself with the smoke, to avoid burning in the fire?" she whispers in my ear.
"If only I could!" I say as I stand up from the couch, her hands retreating from me. "Ever since I joined up with you and your damned cult it's been nothing but front page for me."
Walking towards the window, I look out into Vale proper. Such a clean city, with such dirty secrets.
"Is that not a good thing?" She asks. "The infamous, Roman Torchwick? I thought you enjoyed the attention. Said that you could handle it, or was that just big talk."
Taking another drag, I puff some smoke out the window. And flick the butt of the cigar out. The cleaners will get it in the morning. Disposing of all the cities trash.
"There's such a thing as too much sweetheart." I say as I face the Maiden. "And I'd like to live long enough for the smoke to kill me, long before the heat sparks a flame."
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Bonus 2
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Dear Winter
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I am writing in hopes of seeking your counsel on a particularly, sensitive matter in regards to my team here at Beacon. As you are already aware, my teammate Cyril is, less than socially well versed. As much as I have to say about him, and I have much to say, this matter only regards him in part.
Cyril, is the only human on my team. Please do not misunderstand my meaning, I have no quarrel with that. Rather, my partner does. Cyril was in grief during our first encounter and was lashing out, nothing egregious was said or done I assure you. Otherwise I believe you'd be receiving a much different letter. Unfortunately however, my partner Blake Belladonna, a native of Kuo Koana, took exception to this.
This poor first impression seemed to taint her view of the boy. And when certain comments were made, she took further exception. She now spends much of her free periods with a separate team in the second year, and regards Cyril with a cold hostility, one that is becoming more mutual between the two as time goes on.
I write in the hopes you can assist in this matter. For, I learned something disturbing today. While Blake has consistently claimed Cyril to be racist, of which I have strong doubts. Blake herself has admitted to a general dislike and distrust of humans as a whole.
I am aware of the military's policy on integration and discrimination and was hoping if you would have any wisdom on the matter. If not, then I fear my time at Beacon may be, stressful at best, and short at the worst.
Sincerely yours, Weiss
P.S.
Cyril and his partner, a wolf faun named Ruby, are both Silver Eyed Warriors! Can you believe my luck? Needless to say, I would much like to keep this team in tact.
Also, Cyril has no political connections!
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A/N
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For those wondering, Velvet assumed she had the wrong person. Because she noticed Cyril's silver eyes and thought 'A Silver Eyed Warrior doesn't need tutoring!'
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Fun fact! Milk chocolate was invented in 1875, while dark chocolate goes back as far as 1500
As in 1500 BC
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To the Faunus of Menagerie, the stereotypical Atlesian is tall and has pale skin and white hair with blue eyes.
That is literally one trait away from just being Cyril. Which, explains some of Blake's initial hostility towards him.
Weiss gets a pass because she's a Faunus and Blake's partner.
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Oh and that line were Cyril says he's patting himself on the back because he came up with that on the spot?
That is 100% me self inserting. I came up with that minutes before posting.
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As always, FEED ME your comments.
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