Noir's p.o.v.
Noir: And that is why, no matter what anybody says, smoked ribeye steak from Vacuo is better than from Mistral. Bar none.
After an hour on the road, the bus finally makes it to the woods and soon the camp grounds. As it comes to a stop, the bus doors squeak open as the Quartermaster gets up to leave.
QM: Alright, we're here.
Collecting our collective shit, we get up and follow suit off the bus. As we exit, we are greeted by an actually not terrible site. Two rows of a dozen cabins in well condition. A main mess hall at the end in a coat of white paint. With the Vale flag waving on the wind close by. No sign anywhere discerning this camp's name though.
Noir: Oh, well this is surprisingly not crap.
Velvet: What do you mean?
Noir: Well I just thought, you know, with the reference of the Quarterma-You know what, nevermind.
Seeing Quartermaster walking to the mess hall, we deside to follow suit and wait for the professors to show up. As the grizzled old man retreats inside, everybody else just hangs out near the flagpole. We have a minute or two of conversation until the we see the sight of a slick white car driving into the camp. As it parks over to an empty spot, Glynda steps out, stretches, and addresses us for our attention.
Glynda: Huh, this place is actually not awful. All right, listen up, students. We will be talking about a few ground rules as we are here. First-
(Y/n): MAKE WAY!
Launching out of the car, dad bolts past Glynda in swim shorts and a fully blown up raft at hand. He rushes to the nearby lake and cartwheels in with the raft underneath him. As he floats off, the rest of us just stand around in confusion. Glynda, and myself, make over to the edge of the lake.
Noir: Uuuhh, dad?
(Y/n): Yeah?
He just relaxes in the raft without looking over.
Noir: What the hell are you doing?
(Y/n): Indulging myself in one of the activities.
Glynda: What?
(Y/n): Hush. I need to sync myself with nature.
He crosses his legs as he pulls out a random beer bottle. Obviously annoyed, Glynda raises her hand as it glows purple. Dad's raft adopts a similar glow as he is quickly pulled to shore. This catches him off guard as he looks up to see a pissed off blond.
Glynda: (y/n), explain!
He takes a moment to look between me and her. Soon, he stands up on the raft and looks Glynda in the eye.
(Y/n): I haven't been completely honest with you.
Glynda/Noir: Oh god damn it!
(Y/n): You see, the whole field trip shtick is just a front for me to be lazy while getting paid at the same time... That's pretty much it.
Glynda: You can't be serious. This whole field trip thing is nothing more than an excuse to flake out on your work?!
(Y/n): Literally what I just said. But, yeah. And before you bust a decibel yelling at me, think of it this way. You've had to deal with pain in the ass kids-no offence, Noir-nonstop grading papers and performances, especially through the night, even got shit faced with the flu, barely any time to blow off some steam. So tell me this.
He pauses for dramatic effect as I glare at him about the student comment. Glynda's glare seems to have soften as if she's actually buying it.
(Y/n): Why don't you deserve a weekend to unwind?
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