A/N Sweet, sweet satisfaction
Alt title: Time for extreme VIOLENCE!
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Kitsu is on writers block
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Rex-Mortuorum: It's not the first time someone replied to a comment on this site, because this is my 5th story, and I reply to nearly every comment.
Religiously.
Unless they're trolls.
Samejake: Great!
D3Diton: Thanks!
YeTianshi: He's just relaying Blake's opinion
So, yes.
BunkerfreakHD: Lucky for you and your addiction, I got writers block for Kitsu.
Aaron Dawn: More capachangas for you!
A dancing leaf: MAKE AN ACCOUNT ALREADY!
And yeah, if you look up horseshoe theory, it states that the extremes of two opposites, are essentially the same.
Example:
We need to give colored people their own schools so that they don't intermingle with our children and spread degenerate ideas. Racist.
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White people shouldn't be allowed to adopt non-white babies, because they do not consent to white washing. Only adopt white babies!- Emily Wokerson
Blake is like that.
Anyumaaka: U no like Kitsu? Me sads now.
I do give more Cyril.
WaxMan939: Thank you!
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-SLBR Dorm, 09/03, 7am-
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Cyril Leon POV
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Turning over to grab my scroll and check the time. I sigh as I realize I'm the first one up. So, I get up with a groan. And look around the room.
Weiss sleeps on her side, with a big lump under her blanket that I assume is her tail. Blake sleeps like a vampire, arms crossed and everything.
And Ruby lays sprawled out, half the blanket off of her as a foot hangs off the side of her bed. And she snores. Nothing bad, but it's worth noting.
Standing up, I stretch and remark the lack of popping as I do so. This new body coming with a lack of early onset arthritis.
Oh well, might as well get my shower in.
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-5 minutes later-
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Ruby Rose POV
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Getting up and stretching, I run my hands through my hair and over my ears. Massaging them as I look to the alarm clock and see what day it is.
The third.
I can hear the water running, being that I'm next to the bathroom. Just across the way from my partner. Who is missing from their bed.
Looking around, I see Blake and Weiss are still asleep. Two and two equals fish, Cyril's in the shower.
'Oh yeah.' I remind myself. 'Today's my date with Cyril.'
I need to get ready!
Getting up from my bed, I rush over to my dresser and rummage through it.
'Let's see, we'll be clothes shopping. Might do some sight seeing. Go out for lunch.' I list off in my head as I choose my clothes for the day.
Black jacket with red hoodie. Black shirt with red rose designs, jeans, black sneakers and my red purse. Perfect!
Yang says to always work with what you got, and what I got is being cute!
With my clothes for the day picked out, I go back to my bed, look back to make sure the others are still sleeping. They are, good. I lift my pillow and flip through the black book. Refreshing my memory and making sure I know what to do on this date!
Flipping through, I look for the part that I left off on.
(Shade double checked her makeup)
(His hands were soft, unexpectedly so for one in a life as harsh as ours)
(He leaned in, and I closed my eyes. Only for nothing to happen.
"Not now." He says with an imp's coyness as he places a finger to my lips. "Gotta give you something to look forward to, don't I?"
"Then allow me a hint as to what is in store." I say as I move his hand, and steal a kiss for myself.
I feel his hands run the length of my shoulders and down my arms. Sending shivers-)
I slam the book shut as I hear the bathroom door open. Throwing the pillow back over it I turn to look at my partner, fully dressed and ready for the day. Drying his hair with a towel.
"Hey Cyril." I say, being totally cool about it.
"Hm?" He hums as he looks to me, resting the towel on his shoulders. "Oh, you wake up fast. Could've sworn I was only in there for a few minutes."
"I wake up fast." I shrug as I hop up and gather my chosen clothes. "I'mma get ready and we can head out!"
"Real quick." He says, stopping me on my way. "Are the cafeteria's still open for breakfast on days off?"
"Yeah." I answer. "Why?"
"Was just gonna see if I could grab a bite to eat before we head out." He says as he tosses his towel on his bed.
"Wait for me first! We can eat and head out together!" I say as I close the door to the bathroom.
Oh I'm so excited! I've never really had friends to go and do things together with, and this is my partner! Maybe, we can do, partner stuff?
Like, maybe hold hands, or if we like each other we could kiss?
'You're getting ahead of yourself Ruby!' I yell at myself. 'Slow down! Friends first, see if he wants to date. Then kiss!'
There is an order to these things after all. I think.
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-40 minutes later, Cafeteria-
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Coco Adel POV
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"I swear!" Velvet reassures Adam. "He was nothing but nice to me."
"If, you say so." He says, stabbing his waffles as his partner, Trifa, pours honey into her oatmeal. "But, what if he was just acting?"
"For an hour?" Velvet says with a flat stare. "I don't know what Blake told you Adam, but Cyril didn't come off as someone to judge on appearance."
"Yats!" I call to the big man eating his cereal, causing him to pause with the spoon raised halfway. "You were there, is our little Bunbun holding out on us or what?"
" Coco." Said bunny hisses, her ears going back as she blushes so cutely. "Not in public!"
"Aww, is our little bunny being shy?" I ask the adorably pouty girl, before turning back to the large man. "Yats, talk."
"He was cordial as far as I could tell." Yats says, setting his spoon down. "If he has any untoward biases, they are well hidden."
"See!" Velvet stresses. "I'll be fine tutoring him."
"If you ask me, Blake's always been a cold-" Trifa starts.
"Please, not, while I'm here?" Adam says with a hand up to stress his point. "I get, that you don't like her, that's fine. I just don't want to hear it."
"Oh, so I can call her a prissy bitch so long as you don't hear it?" Trifa says with a condescending smile.
There's clearly a story there. And I wanna know!
"Ooh, tell me more." I say as I lean in.
"Trifa and Blake just got off on the wrong foot." Adam says for Trifa. "And that's all."
'Someone's pissy.' I think at his tone.
"Okay, I'll lay off." I say as I rest my chin on my wrist. 'For now.'
That's when I notice them. Walking into the cafeteria are two people. A girl in a red and black jacket with the hood up. And a white haired boy in a blue leather long coat.
"Hmm, say. What does that Cervil guy look like?" I ask as I spy the boy.
"Cyril." Velvet corrects as she digs into her breakfast. "He's a little taller than me, short white hair, pale skin. And he's a Silver Eyed Warrior, why?"
Taking off my sunglasses and beret, setting them on the bunny girl. I stand up and part my hair to the sides.
"Coco? What are you doing?" Velvet asks.
"Yats, keep our little bunbun here." I say. "I'mma go check this guy out for myself."
"What? Coco no!" Velvet calls out as Yatsuhashi places a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Coco yes!" I say with a teasing grin as I walk backwards.
"Fox!" Velvet yells. "Stop your partner!"
"Hmm?" The blind man says as he looks around. "I don't see her doing anything."
"Knew I could trust ya partner!" I say as I turn around, intent on finding out whether this guy is real or not.
As I walk towards the two, I notice the hooded girl get, impatient. And run off in a burst of petals. Leaving him on his own as she secures her own spot in line.
Saddling behind him as he takes his own spot in line. I note he's in full combat gear. The girl he came in with already several paces down the line.
"Hello there." I say in a friendly enough way.
He turns and notices me behind him. Raising a brow in question at me.
"Um, hi?" He says as he grabs a tray. "Can I help you?"
"Just looking to get to know some of the fresh faces." I shrug. "And you seemed interesting enough."
"Thanks, I guess." He says as I grab a tray and we make our way down the line.
'Should probably grab some more carrot cake.' I tell myself. 'Make sure Vel isn't too upset.'
"So, tell me mister Silver eye." I say coyly. "What's got you all dressed up in your combat gear? Doing some exercises later? Or maybe some Grimm culling in the woods?"
"Oh, no I'm just a broke bitch and don't have anything else." He shrugs. "Going out into the city with my partner to get me some more clothes."
I, was not expecting that answer. Not many would openly claim a lack of wealth or resource. But, I guess it does add a certain honesty to the guy.
Let's see how far that goes.
"Your partner, the girl in the black and red jacket?" I ask as I grab a grape juice box for Fox.
"Yep." He says.
"Hmm, well at least she's, well, not like them." I say and nod my head at my table where Adam, Trifa, and Velvet are. "So I imagine you'll have a decent time."
And looking over with a smile, I gauge his reaction. Flat faced and unchanged. Complete disregard. In other words? Nothing. No sign he agrees, or disagrees.
Which is actually good. He's being smart and not confirming to any conclusion. If he were anti Faunus, well. Racists tend not to be very smart.
Still doesn't answer my question though.
"Is there a reason you came to me, specifically." He asks after looking back from my table.
"What? A girl can't talk to a tall, handsome man?" I ask with a catty smirk.
"Flattery won't distract me." He says with a glare as we reach the end of the line. "And don't think I didn't notice how you only grabbed two things. You sought me out. Spill."
He's perceptive, I'll give him that.
"A girl can't watch her figure?" I try, though I've mostly got my answer at this point.
Before he goes to say something, we both stop as we hear a clatter followed by a high pitched whine.
Looking over to the sound, I see the guy's partner on the ground. Her tray and food splattered in front of her. And a big ginger guy laughing at her.
She stands up, only for the guy to lean over and pull her hood back. Revealing, wolf ears. His partner, is a Faunus.
"Been looking for an excuse." Cyril says in a low tone under his breath as he leaves his tray on the line.
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Cyril Leon POV
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Am I gonna do something stupid? Yes. Is there a better way to handle this? Yes. Am I going to get in trouble? Also yes. The important question is, do I care?
No, not really.
"See!" Cardin laughs to his teammates. "I told you she's a dog! I saw it during initiation when teams got announced."
"I'm not a dog!" Ruby pouts defieantly, her ears splayed back in anger. "If anything, I'm a wolf!"
'As adorable as that is Ruby.' I think to myself as I come up from the side. 'That's not the issue here.'
"Aww, is the little yapper barking?" Cardin says as he stands up from his table, towering over Ruby. "Oh shit, she's got silver eyes! Talk about a rare breed!"
At this point I'm about five feet away. And I glare at his teammates as they look as though they're about to laugh, silencing them immediately.
"Cardin!" I say in a friendly manner. "What's up man?"
"Oh Cyril!" He says, turning to me. "Nothing much, just having a laugh with your teammate here!"
"I can see that." I say with a smile. "I just wanted to know where you got the balls."
"What?" He says with a dumb smirk, before I punch him in the face, knocking him back against his table.
"Cyril!" Ruby shouts.
"The fuck dude!?" Cardin's muffled shout forces its way out as he nurses his nose.
It didn't break or anything, his Aura stopped that. But trust me when I say it still hurts.
"Ruby, go and get some breakfast." I say to my partner. "I'll find us a table by the time you get back."
Never taking my eyes off of the bigot, I watch as he stands up. A fierce snarl on his face.
"I thought you were cool man!" He says with a glare.
"You're clearly not good at thinking." I counter, causing him to throw a right cross.
Using my semblance, I turn to the side, and throw a hook into his gut. Using his own momentum against him. Causing him to groan in pain.
"See what I mean?" I whisper into his ear as I cut off my semblance and follow through with the punch, launching him back and across the table.
I then look to my fist as I feel, not aura or adrenaline. But there was, something coursing through it when I hit him.
Deciding to focus on it later, I look back to the table I threw Cardin over. His team having already gotten up and out of the way.
Walking up on the table, I stare down at the man on the floor.
"Come on." I say, holding my arms out. "You seemed real confident a second ago."
"You, son of a bitch." Cardin spits out as he gets to a knee. "You'd fight an unarmed man!?"
He holds his arms out and smirks at me. I suppose he expects it to mean something. Unfortunately, he's dealing with someone who has no cultural awareness.
"Of course not!" I scoff as I unholster my axes, which only seems to confuse him. "I wouldn't exactly call this a fight."
As I jump down at him, he rolls out of the way as I slam my axes into the floor. Making two carved indents that I'm sure I'm gonna hear about later.
Using my semblance, I see him going to kick me. And I counter by swinging my axe to hook under his ankle. Cut off my semblance, and stand with his ankle still hooked on my axe. Causing him to sprawl as I hold him up.
He cries out as I carry him in an overhead swing and slam him into his own table. Snapping the furniture and sending food flying.
I then bring my other axe down on his crotch. Earning a squeal of agony, before I pull back and aim the .44.
At his crotch.
I pull the trigger, and there's actually a decent moment before Cardin reacts.
"H aaaaaahh!" His voice goes up several octaves as he squeals in pain.
It's at this point that I decide to wrap things up before a teacher gets here. So, I lean down and grab the collar of his shirt. Hoisting him up with axes in hand, the blades at either side of his shoulders.
"Stendarr's mercy Cardin!" I say as I hold him up. " Fus, Ro!"
I watch in satisfaction as his shirt rips off in my grasp. Cardin himself being flung back and ragdolling into the wall just behind the lunch line. His aura shattering seconds after impact before he falls to the floor behind the line.
Satisfied, I Put my axes back into their holsters. I then let out a huff as I roll my shoulders.
"That was fun." I say, a soft smile working its way on my face.
And then the moment is ruined as I get kicked in the shin by Ruby.
"WARN ME BEFORE YOU DO THAT YOU JERK!"
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Coco Adel POV
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"Got ya something." I say as I drop the grape juice in front of my partner.
"Ooh!" He says as he pokes open the juice box. "You know me so well."
"And don't forget it." I say as me and Adam sit down at the same time. "I got my answer."
He had gotten up at the first sign of trouble. Before seeing that he wasn't needed.
" Sooo." Trifa says with a shit eating grin as Adam stares at his food. "About Blake and, trusting her word?"
"I, have been wrong before." Adam grits out. "And, I'll admit I, may have been misinformed."
"So Blake is just-" Trifa starts.
"Trifa please." Adam says. "I'd like to enjoy the rest of my breakfast."
"Okay." Trifa concedes. "But next time she shows up at our dorm, I'm speaking my mind."
"Any who." I say as I take my glasses and beret back from Vel. "I'm satisfied."
"Good." She huffs.
"Aww." I coo as I hold up the small slice of carrot cake for her. "Don't be mad, I got you something too!"
She crosses her arms and looks away from me.
"Oh come on Bunbun!" I pout as I wave the slice. "It's gonna get cold."
"Mrrmm!" She moans defiantly, her resolve slowly crumbling as she smells the food.
"If you're not gonna eat, then I guess-"
"Fine!" She snatches the food from my hand and turns away from me while eating it. "I'm shtill supshet wif you tho!"
"Course you are." I say as I pat her head.
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-Meanwhile, SLBR Dorm-
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Weiss Schnee POV
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"Pfft!" I blow my nose, again.
For some reason I woke up this morning and my nose was burning. And going into the bathroom, my lower face had this weird white powder all over it!
I washed and rinsed my sinuses but it still burns.
"What is this!?" I ask as I rinse again.
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-9am, Bullhead to Vale city-
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Cyril Leon POV
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So, we kinda ditched the cafeteria before anyone could come and get us.
I figured if we're gonna get in trouble, might as well get our shopping done first. We're not the only ones on the Bullhead. A few other students are here as well. The weekends, or what counts for them here, are off days where students can rest, relax, and resupply if they need to.
"Sooo." Ruby drawls, getting my attention. "What was that thing you said back there?"
"What thing?" I ask. "I said a lot of things."
"The whole, Sender's mercy Cardin." She says in a poor mimicry of my voice.
"Stendarr's mercy." I correct her. "It's short for the saying, May Stendarr's mercy be upon you, for I have none. Sort of a, idiom I guess."
"Oh." She says, tapping her feet awkwardly. "Who's Stendarr?"
"God of mercy and righteousness." I answer.
"Oh." She says simply. "Are, are you a religious person?"
"Eh, not particularly." I shrug. "I mean, we all have our beliefs. But I'm not about to start holding congregation or anything."
I've met enough people like that. Hell, I had my name badge at work changed after a haircut to avoid a certain zealot who kept trying to convert me. I don't wanna talk about it.
"That's good." Ruby says. "Is, Stender one of the nine?"
"How do you know about that?" I ask, looking to the, huh.
At some point she scooted closer to me, without me noticing.
"Well, at lunch the other day." Ruby says. "You were laughing and said, 'by the nine.'"
'I did, didn't I?' I think to myself. Right before I come to a realization. 'I, can totally have some fun with this.'
"Huh, didn't think you'd remember that." I say as I cross my arms. "Yes, Stendarr is one of the nine. If you'd like, I can talk about them later."
"I'm, not looking to convert." Ruby says.
"And I'm not asking you to." I laugh. "You can consider them nothing but stories. I won't be offended."
"Oh!" She perks up at that. "In that case, I wouldn't mind listening to a few."
"Not a problem." I chuckle as the rest of the ride is done in relative silence.
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-Vale city, commercial district-
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"Okay!" Ruby says as she grabs my arm and drags me out of the terminal. "I know a few clothing stores we can visit and after that we can get some lunch. Then we can visit a few other places nearby and see what else we can get away with!"
"Ruby, Ruby my arm." I say as I'm stumbling awkwardly.
"Oh, right." She says before letting go.
"We should probably start by going over funds." I point out to the shorter girl. "I, don't have a clue how expensive clothes are."
"Oh." She says with a small blush. "Well, what do you have?"
"I have the five thousand in my wallet and that's it." I say, earning a wide eyed, slack jawed look.
"I guess that's a lot?" I ask.
I thought this places currency was like Yen. Which would essentially give me fifty bucks.
"Cyril, how much do you think you have?" Ruby asks seriously.
"Um, enough for two outfits?" I shrug.
She blinks at me once before sighing.
"Okay how do I put this." She says softly as she crosses her arms and taps her foot in thought.
"How about this." I offer. "What can one Lien get me?"
"Um, a ticket at the arcade, or a sucker." She answers.
"Okay, five lien." I ask.
"A cheap burger." She says immediately.
"Ten Lien." I go further.
"A decent burger." She says.
"Fifteen Lien?" I try.
"A good burger." She says with a smile.
"Twenty Lien?" I ask next.
"An overpriced burger." She says before answering cheerfully. "Or a standard box of twenty twos."
I am slowly learning her priorities.
"Fifty Lien?" I ask, now treating this as a game.
"Three ingots of non dust infused stainless steel. Or one dust infused ingot of the same metal." She says happily. "Depending on the quality of the metal and dust used."
That's, okay then. A bit weird to just, know of the top of your head. But I'm not one to judge.
"A hundred?" I ask as I cross my arms with a smirk.
"A transformative Relgaltian 350 rifle stock with rubberized coating and high customization!" She says proudly with a smile. Before stopping as her face falls flat. "Uh, what were we doing?"
"Talking about money, and clothes." I say, my smirk never leaving as she blushes.
What? It was adorable.
"Oh, right." She says. "Follow me."
She then turns around and starts walking down the street. Not having anything else to go on. I just follow her close behind.
"So, where are we going?" I ask the hooded girl.
"To a decent clothes store." She says. "With the money you have, you could buy five outfits and have money left over."
'Jesus Christ Weiss, how much did you give me!?' I think to myself. 'At this point, I almost feel bad for the flux powder.'
Almost. Bullying the little pervert is one of the reasons I wake up in the morning.
That and the food. Despite its simplicity, the food here is just so much more filling.
As we walk down the street, I do notice that people are, moving out of the way for us. Like, stepping to the side or off off the sidewalk entirely to let us pass.
"Um, what's going on?" I ask Ruby as people move out of our way. "Why are they all-"
"It's because of you." Ruby says.
" Me?" I ask.
How is this my fault? Do I stink? Did I not wash my hair long enough?
"Cyril." She says as she stops and turns to look at me. "One, you're dressed in Huntsmen clothes with your axes in clear view. Two, everyone can see your eyes."
I keep forgetting my eyes are a big deal here.
"Is, is it that big of a deal?" I ask, suddenly aware of all the stares I'm getting.
"You look like someone parents tell their kids will protect them." Ruby says as she tugs her hood forward a little. "They're stepping out of your way out of respect. This is why I wear the hood."
Maybe I should invest in some sunglasses. Because I totally get it now. This, reverence? It's weird.
"Mommy look!" I hear a little boy shout as we pass. "Look it's one of the brave men you told me about!"
Okay, it's not all bad. That was honestly endearing.
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-Vince's Vale Vestments-
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"Well if that isn't a tongue twister." I say as I stare at the sign.
"Yeah, it's a bit much." Ruby says. "But their clothes are good price and quality! You have the Ruby guarantee!"
"For some reason that just makes me think they give a free gun with every purchase." I remark, chuckling at my own joke.
"Why's that?" Ruby asks.
"Because the Ruby guarantee? And you're, you know." I point out.
"I'm saying they have good clothes." She defends softly. "I buy from them all the time."
I don't know why, maybe it's the absurdity or the adorableness of her obliviousness. But that gets a genuine laugh from me.
"Okay, let's just go in." I say as I shake my head.
"Cyril, you're weird. You know that right?" Ruby says behind me as we enter the store.
"Only by the standards of everyone on Remnant."
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Bonus
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Remnant Culture: Hunter's and their teams pt. 1
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The four manned team. A staple at this point in time. But it was not always so. In truth, there was no norm. And many Huntsmen and Huntresses went about the world on their own. This is of course what is often referred to as the age of epics. Many of the most famous Hunters you've heard tale of growing up are from this time. Such as Alexander Arc, Basilarius Nikos, Aegean Roselia, Lily Apri and more!
But, that is because of how few survived the Age of Epics. At this time, being a Hunter, was a matter of having aura, and applying for a license. It wouldn't be until Alexander Arc and Ozma's incarnation Oswald Greenhill banded together, and founded the Hunter's academy system. At this point Alexander was already well into his forties, and his children were looking to become legends just like their father. So, with the help of the twenty five year old Oswald, Beacon was founded.
It was rough at first, figuring out a good system of management. At first, Alexander proposed the partner system. Two trainees would be partnered together and be responsible for the welfare of the other. But, that led to issues of infighting and neglect. So, Oswald suggested they double down. The Team system.
One team, comprised of two partners. Able to keep track of, and keep each other in check. Without the risk of favoritism developing, and the issue of partners neglecting each other minimalized, came the issue of leadership. A counsel is good at making sound decisions, but not fast ones. And in the field, a second is the difference between life and death.
It was decided after much trial and error that leaders would be decided at a later point in the team's education. Beacon traditionally picks the team's leaders in the second year.
In twenty years, Mistral followed Vale's example and opened their own academy. Though it was more or less an advanced school for gladiators and mercenaries at it's founding. Ten years later, Atlas would open its own as an extension of the military. Something it still is to this day.
Sadly, the kingdom of Seclus would fall at the end of the First War of Freedom, too beset and rife with conflict, it crumbled. It would take another decade before Vacuo was founded and with it, Shade Academy. Being almost perfectly copied from Beacon's example.
An interesting note, is that the age requirements to attend Beacon, is a hold over from its founding. Alexander had four children he would allow to be Hunters at the time. The eldest being twenty, and the youngest he would allow to become a hunter, being fifteen.
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A/N
I know a lot of you don't like the Remnant Culture bonuses
But I like writing them and they keep me coming back.
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Cyril forgot the conversion rate of Remnant. Ten Lien, is worth one Dollar. Weiss didn't give him 50 bucks, she gave him 500.
And even then. Remnant's economy is vastly different from ours.
You can check back to ch. 3 to verify.
This is my way of saying I forgot, and am retconning it as Cyril just forgot.
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The reason Velvet wasn't hurt by the Fus Ro is threefold. One, she was on the other end of the cafeteria and far enough away. Two, Coco's beret was holding her ears down and kept them from fully picking up the sound. Three, Fus Ro is more focused than Fus. Fus, is just force. It pushes outward with most of the power being directed at whatever the user is facing. Fus Ro, is more controlled, and directed. So, unlike with Fus and Wuld, Fus Ro, only hurts the ears of nearby people.
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As stated before, Ruby has a very romanticized idea of a Huntsmen team. To her, a team is a family in the making. And with Cyril as her partner, she believes they'll most likely get along and end up dating.
She knows it might not happen, anything is possible. Cyril could be gay, they could end up just not liking each other like that, ect. But in her mind, until it's proven not to be, then there's a chance it still might.
It also makes sense when you consider the average life expectancy on Remnant. Tai, Summer, and Qrow are in their mid to late thirties. Meaning they were in their early twenties when Yang and Ruby were born. Heck, Summer and Qrow are both pushing past the average life expectancy for a huntsman.
Ruby may seem to be going fast. By our standards? Yes, very much so. By Remnant standards? Only a little. She's moving with the expectation that they'll be spending at least four years together and possibly more.
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