#grimmfuture

Magnolia, seemingly in her early twenties, tapping her foot impatiently with crossed arms: Change me? Perhaps. My semblance allows me to ignore the shock that most would surely suffer at such an event, let alone frequent occurrences. I will say, however, I've learned many things. I've grown to enjoy it honestly. I'd even say I love some of the times we've visited.

Magnolia, narrowing her eyes: Visited...in a timely manner.

Thyme, sitting in front of her a few feet away, also appearing similarly aged, fiddling with a clock face that's integrated into the base of a large sword: ....

Magnolia, clearing her throat, louder and more stern: In a timely manner.

Thyme, looking up: ...huh? Did you say something?

Magnolia, her eyes closed, a hand slowly reaching towards a dagger on her belt before pulling away, muttering to herself: No...no no no...no.

Thyme, nodding: Of course, Headmistress Schnee.

Grimmfuture!Weiss, looking over to Magnolia: And as for you, I am grateful for your offer, and will happily accept you as an asset of Beacon.

Magnolia, bowing: I hope to be of use.

Grimmfuture!Weiss: However, until I know more about you personally, I can only consider you as a partner to Thyme. When I know for certain you're reliable and trustworthy you will receive your own title as Huntress.

Magnolia: Of course.

Grimmfuture!Weiss, standing up: You two are dismissed, and Thyme?

Thyme: Yes?

Grimmfuture!Weiss: Get some sleep. You look exhausted. Good day to both of you.

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Thyme, entering the elevator outside of Weiss's office, letting out a sigh of relief: Thankfully that was a quick one.

Magnolia, walking beside them, watching the doors close: Have you ever been assigned a mission that's taken much longer than th-

Grimmfuture!Blake, causing the two of them to freeze as her hand grasps the edge of the door, pulling them back open and steps inside, standing between Thyme and Magnolia and the door itself as it closes again: Hunstman Thyme.

Thyme, glancing nervously at Magnolia, who returns the look: ...Professor Belladonna.

Grimmfuture!Blake, without turning to face them: Have I ever told you, Thyme, that you've made me curious since the day you...appeared...seemingly out of thin air?

Thyme: I don't believe you have, no.

Grimmfuture!Blake, continuing: And that you were an astounding student. To be one of the first freshman class, only to be ranked as a Class B Huntsman when your classmates became sophomores, and a Class A Huntsman when-

Thyme, glaring at the back of her head: They became Juniors, yeah. I know. What are you getting at?

Grimmfuture!Blake, her eyes narrowing in the reflection of the elevator doors: Oh. Nothing. Nothing. I simply think it's fascinating. You see, the only people I have ever seen grow in skill as fast as you have were legends. I know this because I happen to be one of those legends myself. My entire team were some of those legends.

Magnolia, defensively stepping forward, the elevator dinging: So Thyme is a legend as well, what of-

Grimmfuture!Blake, raising her hand to silence Magnolia as the doors start to open, tapping a button which causes the doors to close again, the elevator continuing downward: Yes. Yes, they are a legend. Aren't they?

Thyme, slowly reaching their hand up over their shoulder, towards the hilt of their sword: Professor...that was our floor.

Grimmfuture!Blake: No. It wasn't.

Grimmfuture!Blake, turning to face the two of them, her face stoic: And if I were you, I would unhand your weapons. I have no qualms with ending you, girl. But for, Thyme?

Grimmfuture!Blake: I would much prefer not to kill my wife's child, even if you're not my wife's child.

Grimmfuture!Blake, raising an eyebrow: Aside from the obvious?

Thyme, reaching up to their white hair: Oh...right.

Grimmfuture!Blake, shaking her head, a bit amused: I trailed you, on the mission Weiss sent you on.

Magnolia, her arms crossed: Explains the feeling of being watched.

Thyme, nodding: Why?

Grimmfuture!Blake: At first, it solely was in order to decide whether or not I could trust you, Weiss seems to, but I'm not Weiss. She's told me that for whatever reason, she feels a special kinship to you, something that raised my suspicions only more.

Thyme: And?

Grimmfuture!Blake, narrowing her eyes: And then I saw you fight. Your weapon. Draw it.

Thyme, reaching over their shoulder, drawing their sword: What are you getting a-

Grimmfuture!Blake: Don't. Play smart with me. You know exactly what I want you to do.

Thyme, grimacing, flicking their wrist, the clock face on the weapon's hilt spinning wildly then immediately freezing on midnight, the sword having shifted form into a scythe: ...

Grimmfuture!Blake, stepping forward: There's only one person on Remnant who could have taught you to use a scythe like that. And I know our Ruby would never take an apprentice. Not to mention your fighting style as a whole seemed to be a strange amalgamation of all of RWBY. Coupled with the fact you appeared out of thin air. Seemed to recognize Weiss and myself, along with several other notable staff members. And-

Thyme, interrupting her: So you connected the dots.

Grimmfuture!Blake: Yes. I did.

Magnolia, glancing over to Thyme: ...so what now?

Thyme: Yeah, what are you going to do with this knowledge?

Grimmfuture!Blake, taking a deep breath: ...we're going to hide it from Weiss. If she learns of your true identity, it'll only break her down even more.

Thyme: Understood.

Grimmfuture!Blake: And one more thing, I would like to congratulate you.

Thyme, confused: What for?

Grimmfuture!Blake, with a sly smile: Why, for becoming an S Rank Huntsman of course. Congratulations Thyme Schnee. You're as legendary as your mothers.

Thyme, narrowing their eyes: ...You're going to use me as a personal assistant for missions, aren't you?

Grimmfuture!Blake, her eyes locking with Thyme's, silently smiling: ...well of course, don't you want to help your Mom?

Grimmfuture!Weiss, standing in the bustling grand hall, keeping a watchful eye on her students: To be honest? Yes. In a way.

Grimmfuture!Weiss: There are students here who possess semblances akin to mind control, with some of them even being able to utilize their power against Grimm themselves.

Grimmfuture!Weiss, crossing her arms and shooting a stern glance to a student attempting to climb up a banner, which quickly makes them hop off: Though, all who do so report it being...uncomfortable, in various manners. With one student being effectively traumatized after the occasion, refusing to speak of it and vehemently refusing any requests to do it again. The poor child...

Grimmfuture!Weiss, clearing her throat: Not to mention the sheer amount of students here who see Grimm as an eternal threat, regardless of who or what is controlling them. Any Grimm that make their way to school grounds, whether or not its docile is unimportant, it will die.

Grimmfuture!Weiss: Aside from that however, there have been no...old fashioned attempts to tame Grimm. Seeing as how they lack any need to feed on flesh, so there's not a chance it would be as simple as wolves.

Grimmfuture!Weiss, shrugging: At least, as far as I know. There may be hundreds or thousands of people around Remnant who can control the Grimm like perfect puppets. There are many secrets to this world. From people who live in the harshest of desert, to people who thrive on barren sheets of ice.

Thyme, seeing that they're under a solitary tree on a long dirt path, bright green fields of grass all around them: ...o-oh...This is actually sort of pretty...

Magnolia, dropping out of the tree and slamming into the ground, slowly pushes herself up with a grunt: We...will never utilize...bunkbeds...again.

Thyme: R-Right...sorry.

Magnolia, sitting up, rubbing her head: Where are we?

Thyme, shrugging, patting their clothes to find their pocket watch: No idea, I've never been here before. This is entirely new to me.

Magnolia, getting up to her feet and steps out from under the tree, looking around the fields as she shields her eyes from the sun: It's...beautiful...

Thyme, staring over to her, having stopped looking for the watch: ...Y-...Yeah. It is.

Magnolia, astonishment covering her face, pointing out in the sky: LOOK!

Thyme, rushing out from under the tree, looking up to see a large bird flying through the air: It's like...it's like it's sparkling.

Magnolia, still amazed: As if its body were made of gold.

Thyme, as the enormous bird continues to fly: And...is it flying through a rainbow...or is it...making one?

Magnolia, turning her head down, confusion spreading on her face: ...do you hear...singing?

Thyme, noticing a murmur of a song, speaking through a yawn: Y-Yeah, sort of...

Magnolia, her eyes drooping, slowly dropping down to sit on the edge of the path: It's...a nice...song...

Thyme, slumping over next to her, yawning again as their eyes slowly close: Very...nice...tired...sleepy...

~~~~~

Thyme, waking up in a small bed, staring at the ceiling of the room: ...What was that?

Magnolia, sitting up from the floor, pulling herself up onto the bed: That was...strange. Where are we now? What does your watch say?

Thyme, glancing over to their side, seeing a large sword fitted with a clockface between the hilt and the blade, groans: I don't...even need to check. Okay so. In this timeline?

Magnolia, as her and Thyme near a small home: As a Huntress of the Council I am not allowed to take part in marriage.

Thyme, stopping dead in their tracks: W-Wow...really? That's really...sad.

Magnolia, turning to them: No. I am joking. Why did you say it was sad?

Thyme, flustered, their face bright red as they rush past her towards the home's door: B-BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW FUCK OFF.

Magnolia, with a raised eyebrow as they storm off: Hmmm.

Magnolia, speaking up when Thyme disappears into the house: Besides. Were someone to ask for my hand with a rodent, I feel I would deny them. Regardless of how cute it is.

Thyme, walking through a wooded path with Magnolia: Guinea pigs? Those are the little guys right? They're like...big fat hamsters. Cute.

Magnolia: Rodents?

Thyme, shrugs: People have all kinds of animals as pets, humans are weird. We pack bond with anything.

Magnolia, silent for a while as they continue walking, then speaking up again: ...I would like an animal.

Grimmfuture!Weiss, nearly in tears as she accepts the cup of coffee: T-thank you. Oh thank you so much.

Grimmfuture!Weiss, her watering eyes staring at the cup of coffee as if it were pure gold: I haven't tasted coffee in months...months. Not since Winter's last visit...

Grimmfuture!Weiss, slowly bringing the cup to her lips: Bless this day, I am forever in your debt. I will lay down my life for y-

Grimmfuture!Weiss, the cup of coffee exploding in her hand after a gunshot rings out in the Headmistress's office, shaking in absolute horror as she slowly turns her head to the side: W-...Why...Why? I loved you...Why would you do this to me?

Grimmfuture!Blake, Gambol Shroud smoking in her hand, casually holsters it to her back, scolding: Coffee is bad for you!

Grimmfuture!Weiss, collapsing onto the desk, her face soaking in the puddle of hot coffee, sobbing: BUT CAFFEEEEEEEEIIIIIINNNEEEEEE.

Grimmfuture!Blake, crossing her arms: There's caffeine in tea too, Weiss.

Grimmfuture!Weiss, continuing to sob, throwing a tantrum: No! I want real caffeine!!!!

Grimmfuture!Blake: YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A CHILD!

Grimmfuture!Weiss: WANT COFFEE!

~~~~~

Grimmfuture!Jaune, standing outside the entrance to the headmistress's office, his fist raised ready to knock on the door, having been frozen since the gunshot: ...

Grimmfuture!Jaune, lowering his hand, shaking his head before turning around and shambling with his cane: No. No, not tonight. Don't wanna even know. I'm too old for this shit.