Twas the day after yesterday, and all through Shion, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I can't find a word that rhymes with Shion. Villagers are up and about doing their daily tasks. Hanging clothes up on clothes line, going out for their jobs, and whatever else socially advanced peasants do. Now, with the added task of side-eying the dozen or so trucks haphazardly parked in front of the village inn. Along with some of the sharply dressed visitors that own said trucks. One of them walking out of the inn with a glass of apple juice in hand.

It ain't hard cider, but hey, you're not one to complain much. You take a sip and make your way towards the trucks, your already ruined shoes getting more caked in the mud during the walk. You walk past one of your crate carrier contraptions and spot one of the Xiongs sleeping in the driver's seat. Obviously coming up short in getting one of the rooms. As you get closer, you see it's Johnny with his hat over his eyes. You take a hand and slam it on the window.

This action causes Johnny to awaken with a violent startle, knocking his hat off as he flails his arms around. The sound of a yelp is muffled by the window as you watch the whole display with an amused smirk. As he finally calms down with an annoyed look, you take your leave and continue your walk with a goal in mind as you look for a specific truck. Your little journey comes to another stop as you come to the car. You spot the map in the passenger seat, left behind by Miltia last night. After some thought, you open the car door and grab the unfolded map, closing the door afterward with your foot.

A minute later, you find the truck you were looking for and walk around to the back. You down the rest of the apple juice and set the glass on the rear bumper. Opening the back doors reveals several crates and boxes of various goodies. Specifically, bullets. You place the map on the floor of the truck bed and pull a box of ammo towards you. Flipping the lid open reveals several rows of bullets in different colors, indicating the Dust they are housing.

You look at the gauntlets you wear and remove the ammo magazines in them. Once upon a time, you were only using normal bullets. Now, you are using Dust infused ammo to spice things up. Literally. One of the magazines you are holding houses fire bullets. Starting with that, you set aside the other magazine, begin grabbing red bullets, and refill that shit by hand.

Pen: Hey, boss.

From behind, one of the Xiongs, practically the closest thing to your right-hand man, approaches you.

Pen: Good morning.

(Y/n): Yes, it is. Fill this up with the yellow ones.

You grab the somewhat empty magazine and place it in front of Pen. He obliges and starts grabbing lightning rounds.

Pen: So, what's up?

(Y/n): Just trying to figure out where we go from here.

You grab a bullet and place it on the map, specifically over Shion.

(Y/n): We made it this far, but Mistral is larger than I thought. If we want to rebuild what the Xiongs once were, we're gonna need a suitable base of operations. Preferably not out in the sticks.

You take a moment to look around at the village. You barely see more than a building or two that's more than two stories tall, aside from the town hall in the center. Among the locals, not a single person seems to know what jeans and a button-up shirt are. Just dresses and baggy clothes. Hell, you're pretty sure you saw someone wearing a toga! Worst of all, you've noticed a handful of faunus openly socializing with other people. You were told that out of the four kingdoms, Mistral was the second most oppressive nation to faunus. As far as you see it, that was a fucking lie.

Pen: Yeah. Central Anima is pretty much yocal country. But personally, I'm happy to be back in Mistral.

(Y/n): You're from here?

Pen: Mhmm. I used to live on an island just south of here, before my family moved to Vale.

(Y/n): Oh, sweet! So you know of a perfect place to get started?

You finish loading the magazine and load it back into your gauntlet before reaching into your back pocket and pulling out an empty one.

Pen: Not really? I've lived in the southwest most of the time, so I don't know jack about the rest of Mistral. All I can say is; The west coast is mostly suburban, and all the major cities are on the east coast.

(Y/n): Well... so much for that.

You haphazardly grab a handful of blue bullets and place them near the map in slight frustration.

Pen: What about the twins?

(Y/n): What about the twins?

Pen: They're from Mistral, too. I might not have traveled a lot, but I recognize their east coast accent. Slower pace and emphasizing certain words to make themselves sound important. Real high-class citizens speak.

You turn towards Pen with raised eyebrows. Turns out, the Malachites and you will be talking tactics more than you thought in the near future.

???: Hello there!

Hoodafuk? The two of you turn around and spot some schmuck walking towards you. To your surprise, besides your gang, this guy actually dresses like a normal person. A black and white getup that is obviously designed for comfort and movement. With the added addition of chest armor and combat boots. His brown hair and eyes are the only colors that stand out of his boring color palette. Above all, the most standout feature of this guy is the rifle on his back. He's waving at you with a too friendly smile. For some reason, Pen looks like he's about to turn his black pants brown.

(Y/n): Can I help you?

???: Just coming by to say hi. Not every day a convoy comes cruising into Shion. Especially one so... armed.

He glances towards the truck behind you, clearly focusing on the crates of ammo and weapons.

(Y/n): Yeah, well, you don't travel across Grimm infested lands without a way to defend yourself. It might scare the more observant, but better feared than dead, I say.

???: Hmm, maybe... So, what brings you to Shion? It's a peaceful out-of-the-way village, but I doubt there's much opportunity around these parts.

(Y/n): That, I can agree with. No, we're just stopping by to rest up. We'll be heading out again tomorrow morning.

???: Well, I hope you enjoy your stay! And safe travels. The Grimm have been getting more frequent these past few weeks since Beacon fell.

Without another word, the stranger finally takes his leave. While he is fairly far enough away, Pen lets out the breath he was apparently holding.

(Y/n): Fucking hell, man. What's wrong with you?

Pen: Gods damn, I didn't think a Huntsman would be out in the middle of bum fuck nowhere!

(Y/n): THAT was a Huntsman...? Not that impressive. The last one at least looked tough.

You grab the magazine Pen finished and slot it into your other gauntlet. Grabbing the trucks backdoors, you slam it shut. Your gaze shifts to your gang member with a stern look.

(Y/n): Get three Xiongs to guard the trucks. Change them out with three others every four hours.

Pen: Got it.

You both take your leave to go about your day... You come back to retrieve the empty glass because you now want more apple juice. Drinking utensil now in hand, you walk back to the inn while pulling your scroll out, searching through your music list for a specific 'song'.

(Several hours later)

Today has been an... interesting day for the mayor of Shion, Midori Rida. Within the town hall, he sits at his desk, looking through some papers of complaints from his fellow Mistrali. First, a convoy of trucks comes into the village out of nowhere, which are taking up a substantial amount of space outside of the inn. Second, the individuals from said convoy have been most... unpleasant. Within just a few short hours, these fancy dressed people have been disturbing the peace in all sorts of ways. Public intoxication, noise complaints, verbal harassment, and worst of all... Loitering. He was also informed that they might be smuggling weapons, but he's not gonna risk getting mixed up in that, even with a Huntsman in the village.

There's also the peculiar phenomenon of some of his faunus citizens acting strange ever since the visitors arrived, but Rida doesn't know what to make of that. Anyway, he has heard his people, and he must do something about it. With a deep breath, he rises from his desk and heads out the door. Once he exits the town hall, the evening sun begins to set behind the hillside. Although far, he can hear loud music. An unwanted addition to the peaceful background noise of nature. Following it, which leads behind the inn, he soon finds a large group of black dressed visitors. Amongst them, he finds who he is looking for.

You are surrounded by your cheering Xiongs as you beat your dick.

Rida: AHEM!

Your fist stops within an inch from your underling's face. Richard, who you have been sparring with, let's out a sigh of relief as the ass whooping finally ends. You had thought it would be best to start training your gang in combat. In the process, they just stopped sparring each other and watched you make their fellow gangster your personal bitch for five minutes. Anyway, back to the interruption.

You turn around and spot some guy who clearly dresses like they're the most important person around. I shit you not, it's the toga guy from earlier today! On closer inspection, his color scheme comprises of white cloth with gold trimmings. He's more bald than a chemistry teacher, but the fancy scalp tattoos almost make up for it. Almost. His emerald green eyes glare at you, almost to tell you he demands your respect and to speak with him. You humor the second part and signal one of the Xiongs to turn down the music as you walk towards Mr. Toga.

(Y/n): Yeah?

Rida: Hello. My name is Midori Rida. I am the mayor of Shion. I wish to discuss some things with... you... Um, in private.

His confident demeanor quickly waivers as he glances behind you. Curious, you turn around and see the group of Xiongs standing there. Glaring. Waiting. You turn back to Rida with a sigh as you wave a hand at them to disperse. They do, and you look to the mayor. The orange sky slowly changes to black above your heads.

(Y/n): What do you want?

Rida: *ahem* Yes. There have been multiple complaints about your... group--

(Y/n): Gang.

Rida: --that have risen as of late. I have no problem with refugees using Shion as a safe haven, but if you wish to continue to stay, you are going to have to improve certain behaviors. For instance, the music--

Is this guy serious? You border on committing crimes right now, and the highest authority figure in the village is lecturing you like you were caught stealing grandpa's meds. If you weren't in a really good mood right now, you'd deck this bald bastard bitch in the bace... face. Unfortunately for him, you're easy to piss off, so that might come to fruition. If only there was something to kill right now.

As what's-his-face continues making sounds with his mouth, you suddenly hear thunder. Surprisingly close, in fact. It almost made the mayor jump out of his skin. However, it was the sudden screams afterward that caught your attention.

Villager: BANDITS!

Gunfire soon fills the air along with the screaming as more people go in a panic. Before you could do anything, a lightning bolt falls from the sky and hits a building close by, which soon catches fire... Now you're curious. You ditch the mayor and run towards the screaming. You round a corner and spot what all the hubbub is. Some people dressed up like it's the end of the world are rushing around, swinging machetes in the air and firing rifles at anything that moves.

Not everyone seems to be covering in fear, though. You spot that Huntsman from earlier firing back at them from within an alleyway. Some villagers that seem to know how to fight are crossing swords with the more melee focused bandits. They are quickly cut down or outnumbered, but hey, A for effort. You even spot your Xiongs in the scuffle. Unfortunately, not many of them seem to be armed, so they too are dealt with with ease...

Well, that won't do.

You give this display of tomfuckery one more look before you activate your semblance. As you do so, a lightning bolt flies through the air and towards you. This electrostatic discharge goes from practically flashing into existence to coming to a crawl as it inches towards your face.

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You find yourself in the back of one of the trucks, sitting on a crate as you check your surroundings. You look down and spot your chainaxe on your lap, a rag in hand as you are polishing your weapon. This is familiar. A few hours before sunset, you were cleaning your gear before you had a thought to train your gang... Looks like there's going to be a change of plans.

Leaping off the crate, you holster your axe and make your way to the doors. Opening them reveals the sun still in the air above the soon-to-be-not-so-peaceful village, along with one of your gang members walking by. He stops to look your way and wave.

Dick: Hey, boss.

This, too, was familiar. You exited the truck, told him to find some other Xiongs, and meet up behind the inn. He would ask if he could bring his stereo, you would agree, then choose to beat him up for playing M-pop. This time, however...

(Y/n): Meet me at the town hall. We're gonna have a little chat with the mayor.

Dick nods his head and soon makes his way to the largest building in the village. In the meantime, you pull your scroll out to call the rest of the gang to do the same.

Meanwhile, in said town hall, the mayor and the Huntsman have a little meeting of their own.

???: I'm telling you, Rida, I have a bad feeling about these newcomers! They're clearly moving a large amount of weapons and ammo, and I doubt they're for the local militia.

Rida: I understand your concern, but there's not much you and I can do about it. You are but one Huntsman, and there's only a handful of villagers with actual combat training. If you suggest we try to confront them, I can assure you that we would be out gunned and outnumbered, even with your training.

Before the rifle toting Grimm killer could further the argument, the door to Rida's office swings open. Both occupants snap their attention towards the entrance and spot you in the doorway... Along with your entire gang right behind you. The Huntsman tenses up, his hand launching to the handle of his rifle as he stares you down. You, on the other hand, barely bat an eye as you casually walk inside. Melanie and Miltia entered as well and flank to your sides. Soon after, a handful of Xiongs follow as well, with the rest waiting outside.

Rida: W-what is the meaning of this!?

(Y/n): Mayor Midori Rida, right? I have some information that you might want to hear.

The Huntsman stands in front of you, blocking your view of Rida.

???: Then make an appointment.

You turn your gaze towards him, the two of you having an intense stare down. This lasts for a few seconds before your lips stretch into a smile as you suddenly clap your hands together. The only sign of the Huntsman flinching was a quick blink.

(Y/n): HA! Where are my manners? backinValeswinging. I believe introductions are in order. My name is (y/n) Xiong. And this village is about to be attacked.

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A/n: No news, just meme.

Racism throughout the RWBY media

The show-

Faunus: Racism is bad.

Fanfictions-

Faunus: If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

This story-

Faunus: *breathes*

MC: