It takes more than a location change to stop a Bull Moose
"To sit at home, read one's favorite paper, and scoff at the misdeeds of the men who do things is easy, but it is markedly ineffective. It is what evil men count upon the good men's doing." - Theodore Roosevelt, "The Higher Life of American Cities" in The Outlook (December 21, 1895)
With the introduction of the wider internet across Menagerie and Taiwan, being based on Earth's variant rather than the Remnant CCT, many things became accessible to the Faunus. Arguably more than ever before with their access to the wider world of Remnant cut from the storms that shadowed the Pact – its presence making the other Kingdoms ignore the backwater nation in favour of their own problems. Mistral's eroding economy catapulted by the collapse of the Mistral Trading Company, Fishing and Shipping lines across the Kingdoms suffering a financial collapse, the rising tensions as many souls on Remnant outside Menagerie seeing Faunus as stealing jobs of the destitute - fear mounting that perhaps they even sabotage efforts for a recovery of the economy, many extremists with their own circle of loudness even accusing them as baiters to bait Grimm into mass attacks.
Far from these mounting tensions, far from the Kingdoms that soar in turmoil in every single possible field of governance and socioeconomic problems, an old Atlas shipping vessel sails forwards towards what can be called the last hope of a group of people, Menagerie. It is night time,
One of these poor souls – that suffered from fear mongers, unfair rent prices, food control in favour of the majority, wages below the poverty level and for some even getting nothing, and other conditions that made many kicked out of their homes and feeling unwanted by those that meant to protect the people – looked at his dying mother with sadness, speaking to her softly with reassurances before coughing, leaning onto a big stick, using it as a cane to hold him upright.
"Mother.." He whispers, straining his eyes with tears dripping down his cheeks, his left hand touching his mother's cheek thumb on chin.
"Theo." His mother looks at him with a saddened but resigned smile, feeling weak to move her arms to hug her distressed son.
Theo didn't like the look his mother was giving him, he shakes his head.
"Mom, you can't." His breath quickened, his breathing feeling queasy as he shakes frantically. "You can't mom!"
The moment stretches onwards as his hacking coughs become more frequent, his mother looking at him as a tear drop from her eyes – unable to do a single thing to try and alleviate her son's distress. However, that did not stop her from trying to do so anyway.
"Mother!" Theo says in shock, stopping his previous actions, as he attempts to rest his mother's hand to the ground slowly.
She grabs his wrist softly, trying to give him a reassuring smile as her arm visibly shakes as she tries to sooth him, thumb on his hand.
Many would've said, and some would agree, of how she should've died at that moment. She ignored it, lasting a few hours over the night as she tried to calm down her son away from igniting any potential panic attacks or worsen his already sickly health.
The first springs of light shine upon the boat as Theo's mother looks at it with wonder, her son following suit as he turns his head slowly to face the sun's rays over the horizon.
"Smile, Theo." She whispers weakly, he turns his head back to her with a feeling of resignation in both their hearts. "It's Sunrise."
She gives out her final breath with a smile on her face.
Theo smiles back at her, right as the crowd of people's voices raises as a large sketch of land is seen over the Horizon. Excitement mounting as the final dredges of the journey has finally reached its end.
He looks at the land as he grasps his mother's hand, for it is his mother and father's wish for him to leave to a place somewhere away from the mounted tensions in Atlas – and he'll go along with it.
A place where he can recuperate and live.
Menagerie.
The sights of Kuo Kuana blew his mind away. It certainly isn't as backwater as their Atlesian neighbours and schools said when covering the island as a topic of conversation and learning – after all these people have their own electronic devices selling from stores with their own connection of what he learned to be the island's version of the CCT, focused more on the local region than international.
As he signed up for work in construction jobs to gather money, he is old enough at the Age of 16 thank you very much, despite the health risks of having to carry and work the labour.
What was surprising to him was seeing humans, from some place where he definitely knew did not appear in the maps from back home, working together and even cracking jokes and conversations with the faunus workers. Of course, they spoke with an unheard of Atlas accent, but he even caught some faunus attempting to speak their own language while having an off accent compared to these new humans.
Different from the Kingdoms, he welcomes the change.
"Yo, Theodore!" His supervisor arrives as the day ends. "The job's fine enough for the Bull Moose himself?"
"Yes, supervisor." Theo didn't understand the reference, aside from the fact it's related with his Faunus traits, but he turned around from his task of placing down the steel cables that was said to strengthen the building it is for.
The supervisor looks at the work he was doing in front of him.
"Great work! Hard work as usual, Theo." She nods her head in approval.
"Need'd the job." Theo shrugged as he turned around to continue his work.
"Say," The supervisor draws out as a thought comes to her. "Ever heard of Theodore Roosevelt?"
"Never heard." Theo shakes his head, continuing to focus on his work.
He jumps as she grapples him.
"Really now? I must show you!" She says cheerfully as she leads him towards the break room, his co-workers looking at him in pity – while some give some jeers with an amused smirk as he looks back at them with confusion.
"..The principles for which we stand, are the principles of fair play, and the Square Deal for every man and every woman in the United States.." The voice recording of a man a century ago (and wasn't that crazy? the people of Earth had recording technology longer than Remnant ever had?) continues onwards.
At first he was not impressed with this man, who was noted for some problems relating to other races and what not. But video after video – at his friend's prompting, he continued to grow a more different point of the man, an abstract painting of one person in a world of differing personalities, ideas, and an ever changing landscape of nations, peoples, and systems with their own problems, solutions, and favourites and not favourites.
Roosevelt was one of them, but he was more than some painting that came from a comfortable place of birth with no suffering or facing struggle. He sought fair play in a world that refused to play by those rules, in a way mirroring Atlas and from what he knew of the wider world outside the Pact seeing nothing wrong with destroying the working man and woman. While he may not have successes as the President of the United States, he developed the foundations and developed the already existing ones to allow the Government to combat issues of those unwilling to play fair in a competitive market, and his successor and relative expanded on them further than Theodore could ever imagine.
He turns his mind away from his thoughts of the man towards his group of friends that he gathered here today, with the majority from places like Vale, Vacuo, Mistral, and those that managed to escape Atlas.
"I did not expect much from this high pitched man, after all anyone can espouse the same amount of words and did not deliver – or even did not follow through their words in favour of keeping the old order of unfair play and practices. Did not help the people in favour of the pockets running the big trusts of Atlas and the other nations that claim to be for equality – well if one thinks about it, they did practise two facets of equality: Equality of Suffering and Equality of Exploitation. The anti-Faunus sentiment was all a smokescreen, for I saw humans tossed out in the streets, the fields, and for some the oceans bordering Mantle in the Kingdom of Atlas for similar reasons as those of our own were tossed away for.
"I understood that old saying of "Life is unfair", but why does no one try to challenge it to make sure that fairness did arrive in life anyway? If anything in my humble opinion, it is the words of a defeatist man in a defeatist world, seeing the wrong and taking pleasure out of the carcass of the once living and continuous world. Are these people willing to spit on the blood, soils, sweat, and tears of the struggling and their ancestors that made sure the world was more fair than before? If there are such things as corruptors, why not become the non-corruptors?
"If there is one thing I can conclude from that whole sentiment, it'd be this: Life is unfair for those unwilling to band together, those who are unwilling to pick themselves up, and those that imagine themselves the whole Universe when there are more universes across the world. Unair for those that sought to see profit for free without working once a single day and waking moment. Poverty is rampant and once made those using the systems take them for granted into those willing to work their hardest to make sure they can never again live in such a lifestyle again. It is there that those that seek to abuse power for their own image of destruction and never ending darkness took their power – they prey on the weak for their wealth of numbers rather than the wealth of peoples and their true value beyond decimals and integers – worthless and being a clog to a machine that settles the minds of the world with smokescreens to hide their unfair practices against the common person and the common government, and at times even infiltrating them.
That does not excuse what the other two can do to the third, or even against one another, but that does not mean they could not collaborate to make sure that the people of the state – the free peoples, will never again be subjugated and blinded by those preying on them again." Theo stops as he looks at them with passion in his heart and voice.
"Remnant today is a powderkeg, the old order smoking in a crucible. The leftovers from a time when the King of Vale did not rise, sought to keep control and remain in power in the councils that rule the countries of Remnant. Tensions have risen since the last time war was brought to everywhere that can be fought: The Cities, Oceans, Plains, Hills, everywhere you can think of. Even Menagerie saw some of the fighting themselves between opposing sides. Technology progressed rapidly since the last war, with many theories of war soon to be part of the test.
"The supremacists see this as their moment to rise, colluding with the used to be nobilities and families that want to hold onto their receding influence and authority – seeing it the only way to still hold onto them. They struck when the Kingdoms were vulnerable, their people wanting to blame for misfortunes that were at times within their own power, and at times not of their own. Fear mongers taking away good friends and what once was somewhat peaceful into turmoil and abuse.
"This all came from their decisions since the Great War to kick the Faunus out of their Kingdoms and into the place we call Menagerie. Let's face it, many of us here and those moving into the island still sought to return home outside these shores and into the other powers. That is understandable, for their and your homes were taken without complaint, laws enacted that made it so that the only option there is to move in here, and other factors that made our people forcibly stay on an island they do not see as their home.
"But, much more can be built here than waiting for the time they take the final blow and make you and I the only Faunus remaining on the continent." He looks at them solemnly, many of his friends looking angered, some sharing the same emotion as him at these thoughts.
"Here we stand!" Theo says to them with a raised voice, a tone of firmness in his voice. "As people who seek to do good in the world around them! To fight against the tyranny and oppression of the common citizen of nations whose ideas can be spread and uplift the hopes and hearts to combat against them! They fear us and those that suffer with us, repulse all opposition that isn't Huntsmen or Huntresses! The principles of which we will stand, and those of the next generation, shall furthermore allow the fairness that became trapped without anyone defending it to be freed once again!
"I expect each and everyone of you, within this new progressive body, to participate within and to conduct yourselves as good citizens of a state of the common people. To act accordingly outside and within, collaborate and make sure the voices of the people are heard and represented in a manner of fair play." He finishes his speech clenches his fist as he places it to his chest.
He is answered with cries of agreement amongst them.
"It is in our duty, and it is the prelude, to guide and make the world a more fair place to live in." He calls out with a solemn nod. "Whether that takes years or perhaps decades and centuries to do so, it is in our time towards creating the foundation of where the new progressive movement shall be headed for, and to develop it further: A Square Deal for every Human and Faunus, for every man and woman."
N/A: Was planning to dedicate a chapter towards music until I just stopped and thought to myself "What happens when a sickly yet strong up-front Moose Faunus with the name of 'Theo' were to wind up introduced to the legacy and the progressive movement of one Theodore Roosevelt?"
Like TR, he doesn't see businesses as bad really (a misconception many thinks of Theodore Roosevelt), what he has against them is the matters towards fair play competitions, in which some during TR's time (and currently in Remnant) did not practice at all. That expands over towards Progressive Party Era TR that focused on building more rapport with the common people, then onwards with reforms and ideas outside and inside the United States that practically expands the progressive movement of Menagerie (With its minor branches becoming its own once established in the other Kingdoms).
Therefore, a location change will not stop a Bull Moose. Theo at first skeptic about the man, and he has his reasons to believe so, but besides the negative/misgiving aspects of Roosevelt, he saw a great inspiration to do good. With Roosevelt, he becomes introduced to FDR, and so on the concepts of social and political reform over the course of the 19th to 21st Century, more so the 20th Century.
Now, I wonder how the Progressive Movement will impact the Faunus Rights Revolution (Whether that be subtly or unsubtly).