Cuts of RWBY

A RWBY Fic Collection by AndrewJTalon

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Remnant is a death world and so Vale begins to act like it.

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The entire student body of Beacon had gathered in the main auditorium, a sea of curious faces filling the vast space.

Jaune, his brow furrowed, glanced over at Ruby, who sat beside him.

"Any idea what this is about, Ruby?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Ruby shook her head vigorously.

"No! Blake, do you know?" she exclaimed, casting an exasperated look at her teammate.

"You should pay attention to politics," Blake, ever composed, responded coolly.

"But that's borinnnng!" Ruby whined, slumping in her seat. "Also, not an answer! Weiss?"

"Even I don't know what this is about," Weiss sniffed.

"Maybe they're just gonna make us sign up to vote," Yang shrugged, "Ya know, ballot us up?"

"HA! I get it!" Nora giggled, as she sat next to Ren. Ren himself remained silent.

"I'm sure it will be very interesting," Pyrrha said with a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Jaune sighed.

At that moment, Headmaster Ozpin stepped onto the stage, his presence commanding an immediate hush over the restless crowd.

"Students," he began, his tone measured and calm, "new legislation has just passed that affects all of us. To summarize things and get on with our day, I managed to get this video made."

With that, he stepped aside, and a large holowindow flickered to life, its glowing display visible to every corner of the auditorium.

The screen proudly declared: A Production of the Valean Ministry of Health. A redheaded, middle-aged man appeared, seated in an elegant study before a crackling fireplace. His receding hairline and large handlebar mustache framed a kind smile.

"Hello," he said warmly. "I am Rufus Winchester, and I'm here to ask you a question. What is the purpose of Hunters? Well, that should be obvious: to protect man and Faunus from the Grimm."

The scene shifts to a vivid battlefield, where Huntsmen and Huntresses clash valiantly with snarling Grimm. Rufus strode into the frame, saluting the warriors. "Those of you who choose this path are noble Defenders of life on Remnant! You deserve gratitude, praise, and money! Because this is a hard job, and many brave souls pay the price."

The image dissolved into a somber graveyard, where Rufus walked mournfully among the headstones.

"Awards, citations, medals... These are given to Hunters who give their lives in the service of us all. But the loss of these heroes is felt more acutely if they do not leave a proper legacy."

With a wipe, the scene transformed into a cheerful tableau: a Huntsman and Huntress surrounded by their laughing children. Rufus stepped in, beaming broadly.

"Money, fame, awards: These are all hollow compared to a family. Your hard work as a Hunter will be better appreciated by your children and grandchildren than any statue could."

The Huntsman grinned at his wife.

"Sure am glad I have you, my loving wife! And my wonderful children!"

"Same, my wonderful husband and children!" the Huntress replied, her voice brimming with affection.

"We love you, Mom and Dad!" the children chorused, their faces alight with joy.

Rufus chuckled warmly before turning back to the camera. "Studies show that married Hunter couples are three times as likely to return home than single Hunters! And your skills and abilities will not vanish with you when you die! Indeed, children of Hunters are ninety percent likely to join their parents' professions!"

The scene returned to the study, where Rufus now cradled a squirming baby.

"Of course, having children is expensive! But that's where Council Bill 2276 comes in! Under this law, married Hunters and Hunters-in-training get up to sixty percent off their total taxes and are eligible for financial assistance, no matter how many babies you have! Thanks to Aura, Huntresses can recover from birth and get back into fighting shape in less than three weeks!"

The baby let out a loud burp, and Rufus laughed good-naturedly.

"Aw, feisty little guy, isn't he?"

The screen wiped to the happy family once more, now seated together in their cozy home. Rufus stood behind them, hands resting on their shoulders.

"So while you are killing the scourge of the Grimm in the present, invest in your future and the future of Vale! Have a family! Save the world!"

The video concluded with bold text: Sponsored by the Valean Council and Approved by the Lion Pope. As the holowindow faded, Ozpin stepped forward again, hands clasped behind his back. "Any questions?" he asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

For a moment, there was nothing but quiet. Then, chaos erupted. Nora leapt to her feet, seizing Ren's arm and brandishing her hammer with wild eyes.

"HANDS OFF, YOU WHORES! I SAW HIM FIRST!" she bellowed, her voice echoing through the auditorium.

"Easy Nora, easy!" Jaune said quickly, waving his hands as he stood up. He took a deep breath.

Well, that's Nora for you, he thought, glad everyone else is a lot more calm and even tempered-

He felt a pair of hands wrap around his upper arm. He glanced down. Yang was smiling shyly.

"Oh, hey VB. Tell me: You have how many sisters again?"

"Er... Seven?" Jaune managed.

"Yang!" Weiss gasped.

"What? I'm just thinking about the future," Yang grinned.

"YANG!" Pyrrha growled, which was as surprising as a magnolia eating the cat. Yang shrugged.

"What? You snooze you lose, Cereal Girl. You had your chance-"

"H-He hasn't agreed to anything!" Pyrrha sputtered.

"YEAH!" Ruby growled, popping up and grabbing his other arm. "And he's MY best friend!"

"You're too young!"

"He had a crush on me!" Weiss declared.

"You never had any interest!" Pyrrha shot back. Weiss flushed.

"W-Well, I'm just thinking about my future and finances!"

"Oh yeah, that's sexy!" Yang snarked.

Blake raised an eyebrow. She then sighed and looked to her left. Sun Wukong stood there with a grin.

"Hey Blake! So... You doing anything later?"

"Probably washing my hair," Blake deadpanned.

"Need any help?"

Cardin Winchester sank deeper in his seat, wincing at the stares and glares tossed his way.

Pandemonium broke loose as students shouted and scrambled, alliances forming and dissolving in an instant. Ozpin sighed deeply, rubbing his temple.

"Last time I play poker with Councilman Winchester," he muttered under his breath. "Cheating bastard."