Board Thread:Speculation House/@comment-4830106-20130802021443/@comment-5130342-20130806014812

... Or, god forbid, a greenhorn Hunter wanting to follow in the old one's famed footsteps...

I can just imagine Weiss in her late 50's to early 60's, sitting behind the great desk that her father used to occupy in the great office, being hounded and bombarded by phone calls nearly every minute and two or three secretaries alternately peek in the door, with the same question: "M'lady, a phone call asking for an audience with you...?"; every few days or so, a different message can be heard : "M'lady, your colleagues Ruby and Yang are in the receiving hall... Should I let them up?"

And of course, we can expect Yang to have hopefully mellowed out somewhat, although still a whirlwind of raw force to be reckoned with, while Ruby would have a toddler sticking close to her, having inherited her childhood social ineptness, chuckling while the elder would be recounting past adventures to the toddler.

Enter Weiss, amused at the way elder Yang retold the story, and chuckles softly, "That wasn't how I remember it..." with a slight smirk at Ruby.

... And cue a lighthearted reunion. Blake would show up halfway through, toting an envelope with several info sheets (of what, I don't have an idea yet).