"Useless."
"Unworthy."
"Pathetic."
"Freak."
"Loser."
You were called those names for your whole life, and yet, they were mostly true. Bullied by Team RWY, minus Blake, CRDL, SSSN, getting in trouble for no reason whatsoever by the teachers, and don'...
At the Branwen Tribe camp, Vernal pours cups of tea for Raven Branwen, Yang Xiao Long, Y/n Branwen, and Weiss Schnee. They are all inside Raven's tent with the latter four seated around a table.
Raven: *to Vernal* You can wait outside. Thank you.
Vernal does so.
Yang: So, what's the "truth"?
Raven: *taking a sip from her cup* You know, it's better when it's hot.
Weiss: You know, you're really obnoxious.
Raven: The truth is that "truth" is hard to come by. A story of victory for one person is a story of defeat for someone else. By now, your uncle has surely told Ruby and her friends plenty of stories.
Yang: Well, he's never given me a reason to doubt him before.
Raven: That doesn't mean those reasons don't exist. *Yang glares at her* You know, you and your teammates might as well be the poster children for the Huntsman academies. Your motives vary, but you all enrolled to try and make the world a better place. It's adorable.
Yang: It's what Huntsmen and Huntresses do.
Raven: Not all of them. Some people are just in it for the money and the fame, but there's even more that are just looking to grow stronger. Your Uncle Qrow and I didn't attend Beacon to become Huntsmen, we did it to learn how to kill Huntsmen.
Yang and Weiss gasp at this, whilst Y/n looks up as he sips his tea, holding the top of the cup, as usual:
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He does this as the two girls exchange a brief look with each other.
Raven: Daddy and Uncle left that part out, hm? *begins to pour more tea for herself* Aside from the Grimm, Huntsmen were the only ones capable of ruining our raids and hunting us down. Our tribe needed a counterforce. *takes another sip* And Qrow and I were the perfect age. *standing up* The entrance exams were child's play compared to what we'd already been through. We were good. So good, that we caught the attention of Beacon's very own headmaster, Professor Ozpin. Even after we were put on a team, I could tell he was keeping his eye on us. Back then, I thought it was because he knew, but it was Team STRQ he was interested in.
Yang: What do you mean by that?
Raven: Constant attention, extra training missions, turning a blind eye whenever we happened to break the rules and get into more trouble than we should've. Sound familiar?
Yang and Weiss share another glance at each other. Weiss gestures Yang to keep going.
Yang: What's your point?
Raven: How much do you know about Professor Ozpin? About his past?
Weiss: He was... a prodigy. One of the youngest headmasters to be appointed to a school.
Raven: Because that's how he planned it. Because the man you know as Ozpin designed those schools and has followers inside every academy on Remnant that are loyal to him and no one else.
