The Heir and his new Hamlet(RWBY x Darkest Dungeon)

Chapter 5

Sitting down before a gray table in a poorly lit room were two individuals dressed in a very similar style, and those two were Darric and the scythe wielding maiden whom he got to know as Ruby.

While the blonde beauty sternly lectured the two about responsibility, being careful about using their "semblances" whatever that meant, and some other things Darric wasn't too interested in as he was quite intrigued at the strange radiating power of the girls silver eyes, they had a strange glow of purity to them, one which in a way repulsed his own less savoury power. However due to it being inactive it had no effect on the combat hardened heir. That is when the Blonde slammed her riding crop on the table before Darric.

???: And with a firm slap on the wrist.

He could hear her emphasise the word firm as she glared down at him, his maroon eyes staring back at her through his porcelain white theatre mask. The tension in the room suddenly spiked, Ruby showed her discomfort with an awkward chuckle before a tall and well dressed man entered the room.

???: But someone here wants to meet you.

She stated, pointing at the figure in question, grey haired and with a gentle look on his face, the man carried a plate of what Darric thought were biscuits, but Ruby quickly cleared that up.

Ruby: COOKIES!

The figure in question chuckled before addressing her.

???: Ruby Rose, you... have silver eyes.

Ruby: U-um...

???: So where did you learn to do this?

The man asked as the blonde held up a screen which seemed to recreate the events which unfolded just half an hour ago in perfect clarity, from a third person no less, Darric was quite flabbergasted at it and couldn't help but keep staring.

Ruby: Signal academy...

???: So they taught you to use one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?

Weapon? That's a fucking farming tool! Is all Darric could think of, these people were absolutely nuts if they think an unaltered scythe is a weapon of war.

Ruby: Well one teacher in particular...

???: I see...

The man stated, laying down the plate of cookies he carried into the room, which Ruby didn't hesitate to start shoving down her throat at remarkable speed.

???: It's just that I've only seen one other scythe wielder of that skill, a dusty old crow.

Ruby: Thas mah uncre!

She shouted out loud, mouth full of cookies, the manners on the girl frightened Darric but then again, he saw how the abomination eate.

Ruby swallowed the cookies before correcting herself as though she knew what Darric was thinking.

Ruby: Sorry, thats my uncle Qrow, he's a teacher at Signal. I was complete garbage before he took me under his wing, now I'm all like "Huuuu whatcha!"

She stated as she did some rather cute karate chops with her hands.

???: So I've noticed, and what is an adorable girl such as yourself doing at a school designed to train warriors?

Ruby: Well... I want to be a huntress.

???: You want to slay monsters?

Ruby: Yeah! You see I've only got two more years left in Signal before I apply to Beacon, my sister is studying there this year because she's trying to become a huntress, and I wanna be a huntress so I can help people! I mean our parents always taught us to help people so I thought why not make a career out it! I mean the police are alright but huntsmen and huntresses are just so much more romantic, cool just hya! Yknow?!

Darric was listening to her ramble on about it the whole time, hoping to get info from the conversation, at most he got info that she's got incredibly loose lips and that typical childish optimism about everything.

Whilst the blonde was just staring at the girl with disbelief at her unprofessional nature, the grey haired man just smiled slightly and asked.

???: Do you know who I am?

And in a heartbeat she answered back,

Ruby: You're professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon academy.

Ozpin: Heh, hello.

Ruby: Nice to meet you.

Ozpin: You want to come to my school?

And per usual Ruby answered quickly and rather happily.

Ruby: More than anything.

Ozpin glanced at the blonde who just rolled her eyes.

Ozpin: Well okay then.

The smile on Ruby's face grew till it reached from ear to ear. And the blond escorted her out the room, leaving only Ozpin and Darric.

Ozpin: And you, you're quite the anomaly. I've tried to search for you in our records but nothing popped up, and that fighting style of yours combined with your unusual semblance and extravagant outfit simply scream "Aristocracy", so why can we not find you or any family that has your coat of arms hm?

Darric glanced for a moment on his shoulder, there per usual was the coat of arms of his noble family, descendants of the original Breton Royal family during the age of Charlemange, a cadet branch that outlived its parent, the house of Nantes.

Darric: That esteemed Headmaster is because I am not a noble of these lands, I belong to the French Kingdom, or if you insist, the Republic.

Ozpin: French? Republic? Where are you from?

Darric: France, Brittany to be exact.

Ozpin: And where is this France or Brittany located?

Darric: In a world far from your own, though we call the continent Europe.

Ozpin was stunned for a moment, he didn't quite expect that answer.

Ozpin: So you claim to be from... another world?

Darric: That is correct, esteemed headmaster.

Ozpin: Do you... have any proof of your claims, are the people who arrived with you also from another world?

Darric: Yes, that is correct. As far as proof goes I can't say I have much, other than my magic which is derived from the occult, a strictly Earthly tradition I presume since I couldn't tell if this world has anything of the sort, but I could sense something similar if alot less powerful.

Ozpin: I see... so you have magic yet you're not a maiden, most interesting.

Darric: I assure you sir I am not a woman beneath these clothes, even if my appearance is... of a more gentle nature. However we do have a maiden utilising the power of her religious cult, and another Maiden using some strange Eastern power to bewitch and poison her foes among other examples.

Ozpin: This group of yours... are they as young as you seem to be?

Darric: Hm, some are such as the heavily armored man or the man in the dashing coat, others however are much older than that.

Ozpin: Intriguing, and do any of them have any combat experience they could share?

Darric sighed and thought about it for a long moment, the prospect intrigued him and he knew this was his one real chance to gain them all a home.

Darric: Yes, each and every one of my retainers is a hardened veteran of many battles, some even of entire wars. I am certain they have plenty of experiences to share.

Ozpin sighed and closed his eyes for a moment in thought as he gazed upon Darric.

Ozpin: Well then otherworldly friend, would you like to join my school?

Darric chuckled and replied much like the silver eyed maiden,

Darric: More than anything.

Ozpin chuckled in turn at the words and placed his hand on Darrics shoulder,

Ozpin: Well okay then, welcome to Beacon Academy.

Authors note: I'm back bitches.