Thread: Handling the Hunter (Monster Hunter World) [Clearsight X Javorcek][FxF]

Disclaimer Both Clearsight and I have limited knowledge of the Monster Hunter series...so if you're looking for something canon you're not going to find it here P. Brezziana was trying her best to school her facial expression and not bounce on her heels as she waited to the side, lined up with the rest of the Handlers. Today was the day that the Hunter's Guild would promote prospective apprentices to the status of Hunter alright so it really shouldn't be all that exciting for -her- because she wasn't a hunter and had finished Handler training a month prior....but it was a momentous event because today was also the day that she would be assigned to a Hunter and embark on a journey to the New World with the 5th fleet!! Oh I hope The Guild matched me with someone friendly... Most of the prospective Hunters that she could see were about her age in their late teens or early 20s. About half of them were striking serious poses while the other half looked like her barely able to contain their excitement. There were a few hardened looking older Hunters in the mix, people who had either failed their training ten years ago when the 4th Fleet had been sent out or people who had barely missed the age cut off and had been forced to wait another 10 years before enlisting. Honestly she didn't care one way or another how old or what gender her Hunter was...so long as they were friendly. The young Handler had quite a legacy to live up to...while her grandfather wasn't well known, the Hunter that he had taken care of was quite famous, known simply as The Huntsman. How on earth did grandpa get along with -The- Huntsman? Stories that came back from across the sea about The Huntsman who still was fighting beasts in the New World told of a grumpy old man set in his ways. A man who had fought a Teostra and lived to tell of it but still a grumpy, stoic man none the less. Her grandfather on the other hand was much like her easily excitable when it came to anything Monster or New World related, friendly, and curious. Maybe there is something to be said for a balance in personalities... Brezzi was perfectly content to not be an actual Hunter, standing up there near the podium with a full set of ceremonial hunting armor on and baking in the mid-day sun. Hunting itself seemed like a messy, sweaty ordeal of traipsing through the forests after creatures that could probably swallow you in one bite or maim you in some way she had studied 144 ways of being maimed by the 48 reported types of monsters that they would be researchingcontrolling the population of. Slaying giant monsters in order to control their populations so that the human and wyrverian races weren't destroyed by rampaging beasts that didn't know the difference between a biped and a tasty snack? No thank you. Compiling information for a Hunter, organizing paperwork and permits because you couldn't just go about killing the same monster again and again, then you would be little better than a poacher!, and getting to watch the Elder Dragon migration from a safe distance away was better suited to her curious and organized nature. While her family had dreams of her guiding the next legendary Huntsman, Brezzi would be content just to see the world that her grandfather had woven so many stories about.