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spectralscathath · 3 years

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Like-Minded Souls, Indeed?

Because this was exactly what Mercury needed, the voice of someone his boss killed showing up in his head and telling him to save the world. No thank you. Not unless you paid him.

Meanwhile, on Ozpin's side of things, he would like to very much not be found out by Salem. That would be... unfortunate.

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Chapter 1: In Which Neither Mercury Nor Ozpin Can Ever Catch A Break

Ozpin felt the tugs of Ozma's magic at the corners of his mind, the limbo of their incarnations finally broken as a like-minded soul was bonded with.

He awoke in the back of someone's mind, still bleary as though he was physically waking up from a deep sleep. The mindscape was quiet with a forced calm, tension like pulled strings threading through the soul of this new individual and ready to snap at the slightest touch.

He looked out a set of new eyes, to see if it was a good time to introduce himself, and felt ancient fear flood through him at the sight of Ozma's oldest and most terrible foe. Oh. Oh no. This was very bad. This was quite possibly the worst place he could incarnate.

Salem herself, smiling at the girl who had killed him under Beacon. To die in fire was not an experience the countless souls wanted to repeat, and Ozpin was unfortunate enough to join the ranks of the few predecessors who’d suffered such a painful death.

He chose to say nothing, instead observing the way silver strands of hair fell over the side of his vision, how the body ached with phantom pains that were not Ozpin's, and wisely retreated back into the mind.

Perhaps another time.

Perhaps when Mr Mercury Black was not currently surrounded by danger.

After all, they both had to make the best of things now. He could only hope that Mr Black would be the type who could be persuaded away from Salem.

If not, then this was going to be... difficult.

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Ozpin had been a father, so many lifetimes before. He had never been perfect, he had made countless mistakes across Ozma's many lifetimes, he accepted them all as his failures, so he could learn from them and do better in the next life.

He had given his second life in a futile attempt to save his daughters, and sometimes wondered if he regretted his choices. Should he have stayed? If he had stayed, would he still be alive? Would his children still be alive?

The look Marcus Black wore in so many of Mercury's memories reminded him too much of Salem to ever again regret his attempt to escape her clutches.

He had been waiting a long time, studying Mercury’s routine so he could find the safest time to breach the gap between them. He had to say, this was an opportunity like no other, to see what Salem’s plans were without detection, but with great reward came terrible risk. All it would take was one slip, and they’d both be dead. Or worse. And if he did nothing, then all the knowledge he could gain would be for naught.

So he waited until they were alone before he could chance speaking to him, until Mercury had retreated to his corners and locked the door, shoving a chair under the handle as was his custom. He was paranoid, which was a very fair response to the situation. The massive wardrobe must have taken some shoving to put it in the path of the window, but it certainly did prevent any unwelcome visitors who might see it as a means of entry.

The bed pushed into the corner was wise as well, to put his back to a wall, although the fact that Mercury piled his pillows under the covers as a decoy and then slept under the bed itself might have been pushing it somewhat.

He waited until Mercury was sitting on the bed, looking over his weapons and performing any upkeep needed, the faint cyan glow from the vents in his prosthetics lining his silver fringe.

Mr Black, don’t be alarmed.

“What the FUCK?!” Mercury bolted upright, knife in hand as he looked around, head swinging to every potential place an intruder could be. “Who’s there?!”

Professor Ozpin. He had to think quickly. Don’t tell Salem or she will kill you. This is part of my curse as her opponent, I must incarnate into a new mind with every death, and I am now currently in yours.

“No the fuck you are not.” Mercury snarled. “Show yourself, come out and face me.”

I can’t, actually. He should try and enter Mercury’s dream. He personally had never done that, but Ozma had, so therefore he had as well… hadn’t he? It seemed the lines were blurring between himself and Ozma already. More than they had been when he was alive. He’d been one of the more compatible hosts, on account of not having anything that really needed Ozpin Headley more than it needed Ozma-in-Ozpin’s-head.

“Nope. Okay. I’ve gone mad. I’ve been up too long.”

That is true. Mercury had a terrible case of insomnia, it seemed. Though with the night terrors he had, it was understandable. He was about to have a whole lot more, once the merge hit the point where Ozpin was able to fade into the memory consciousness, just as Ozana had when she had joined the other incarnations in the depths of their shared subconscious.

He was hoping he could spare the young man the nightmares from hundreds of deaths. Ten thousand years was a long time to live and die and live again. Mr Black, I assure you, this is not an ideal situation for me either, but you must understand that you are not crazy and that I am now-

“Taking up residence in my head like a fucking pervert? What, running a school wasn’t enough for you to get your sick kicks?” Mercury snarled at him.

Okay, that was uncalled for. Mr Black, that is very untrue. This is just something that happens . After all, someone had to stop Salem.

“Fuckin- alright, fine, so I’ve gone mad. What else is new?” Mercury grumbled, sitting back down and angrily sharpening a knife.

You’re very sane, I assure you. Ozana had told him something similar, if a bit less polite.

“Right, I’m talking to a voice in my head while living in a castle owned by some sort of humanoid Grimm witch, that’s the definition of sanity.” Mercury snarked at him.

If you can believe Salem’s existence, then surely you can believe mine?

“I don’t believe anything you say. Can you go back to shutting up?” Mercury’s anger was a tangible force in their head, not like a wildfire, but more like a poison, something that slowly corroded whatever it touched. It was a very cold anger.

I’m afraid not. I must insist that you leave this place before Salem finds out of my presence, or she WILL kill you then and there. Or worse. There could be so much worse. Salem had been around far longer than he had, by sheer virtue of her immortality working differently. It had left her with a large pool of creative methodology for causing pain, many of which had been lost to time.

He didn’t want to undergo that as much as Mercury likely wouldn’t want to either, so that meant leaving was their best choice. He’d been listening in on a few of the meetings that Salem had hosted, finding out that Haven was the next target, and Vacuo after that. He’d also found that she hadn’t yet obtained the Crown of Choice, but that she did still have at least one operative in Vale looking. He wished them luck. He personally had decided to move the Beacon Vault and hide it a little better after he took over the school.

There was no way Salem’s people could find it. Not without his knowledge. Or Jinn’s knowledge.

He had to keep Jinn out of Salem’s reach. If summoned, she wouldn’t choose not to answer Salem’s question. She didn’t have that sense of morality. To the Relics, all that mattered was their task, and the rules that bound them to it.

So, Mercury, when do we leave?

“You’re stupid.” Mercury told him bluntly. “We’re on another continent with no way off that isn’t controlled by Salem. There is no leaving. At least not until she sends me out on a job. So here’s the deal, you shut the fuck up, and then maybe when I’m out of this creepy fucking castle, we can talk.” Ozpin could hear the lie in there. Mercury had zero intentions of ever talking to him again.

But it was a good idea, for safety’s sake. He would have to be a silent observer. After all, the walls could have ears.

Besides, once they were out on a job, so to speak, he could simply start talking again. After all, that was the letter of the potential agreement, if not Mercury’s intention.

Agreed. I will see you when we are in the clear.

“Piss off.” Mercury grumped at him, and just this once, Ozpin chose to comply. He could use the time to gather information, and silence was a small price to pay for that.

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Mercury followed Emerald, Watts, and Cinder into the safehouse Lionheart had brought for them, feeling a strange sense of betrayal flood him that was definitely not his. He realised it was probably Ozpin, who had so far remained quiet during the flight out of Evernight, meeting up with Watts, and going over battleplans for confronting Raven Branwen.

He’d been tuned in just to see what his role was (he was Thug #2, the muscle who was meant to stand there and possibly kill someone if that kind of point had to be made), and was allowed to be basically invisible beyond that. He watched as Cinder went to cook herself dinner, and since she knew she controlled Emerald through food and shelter, probably Emerald as well. Mercury could cook for himself, if he had to, and Watts could starve for all they cared.

He wasn’t hungry anyway. Too busy trying to hold off on the wrenching nausea in his gut that was not his. “See ya, Em.” He shrugged at her, holding up his scroll. “I’m gonna play some Amid You. See ya tomorrow.”

“See ya, Merc.” She waved him off. She’d gotten a bit more tolerable since they got trapped together in the deathworld that was Salem’s castle. Not that they were friendly or anything. Just tolerable.

He made his way up the stairs and into one of the rooms, making sure it wasn’t the fanciest one because he’d let Cinder and Watts duke out ownership of that one. He locked the door, looking for something he could shove against it and picking the bedside table. It’d do.

He checked the window lock and pulled the curtains over, sitting on the bed as he played music on his scroll to mask the fact that he could be talking to himself, if only to tell Ozpin to shut the fuck up with the sadness.

“Alright asshole, what’s the problem.”

I can’t believe Leo would fall this far. Ozpin sounded fucking miserable. Sucks for him, he got betrayed. What happened to him? He was a hero for so long…

“People suck, get over it.” Seriously, if he’d been around since the asscrack of time, then he should know that.

Not always. Some people are good. It makes it hurt all the more when some of them turn out to… well. Stick a knife in your back . Ozpin sighed, impressive for a man who didn’t have a body or lungs. So. Now we can discuss you leaving this group and helping protect the Relic of Knowledge.

“Yeah, no, not happening. If there’s a mole on the inside of your old team, then me buggering off from Cinder is only gonna end up with us dead, which is that thing you didn’t want, right? After all, Leo runs Haven, and those kids Watts mentioned? First years and a drunken Huntsman. Haven’s dead meat.”

We have to try. Salem cannot be allowed to obtain any of the Relics.

“Nah. We have to survive. I’m not dying just because you wanna be a hero.” Mercury kicked his boots and greaves off, since he was out of Evernight, twirling his ankle a bit and listening to the metallic clicking the joint made.

Mr Black, I must insist. If the Vault in Haven is opened, it could go very badly. Besides, Qrow is my friend. I’d rather not risk him being hurt.

“Hey, the plan involves not going near Qrow. It’s a simple sneak in, sneak out, and the White Fang blow up the school a few days later. No one’s getting hurt, except for Lionheart. Clock’s ticking on his usefulness.” The plan was easy compared to Cinder’s weird domino pieces plan for taking down Beacon. He preferred the Haven plan that was clearly Salem and Watts’s idea. It was simple, no muss, no fuss. Easy pickings.

Gonna be great to see how Cinder’s rampaging ego ruined it, something easy like this clearly wouldn’t fuel her proud streak. She was just like Marcus. Always wanted a challenge. That was why he saved cutting off a target’s semblance for a finishing blow in his assassinations.

Haven Academy is important, Mercury, you can’t just let it be blown up! I won’t stand by while Salem steals the Relic and destroys another Academy! I can’t!

“All the Huntsman in Mistral are either dead or useless, gramps.” Mercury rolled his eyes. “Academy’s already useless. You should focus on the relic.” Maybe if he came up with another plan it’d get Ozpin off his back.

I don’t play to win at all costs, Mr Black. I try to protect as many pieces on the board as I can.

“That’s why you’re losing,” Mercury collapsed back on the bed, hooking his hands behind his head as he got comfortable. “How about another deal? We wait for Cinder to get the Relic. Watts has to go back to Evernight after dealing with Branwen, so the trip back will be me, her, and Emerald. Cinder won’t be expecting an attack, so how about we kill her, steal the ship, and then you can take the Relic wherever you want?”

And Emerald? Ozpin queried. Would you be killing her in this sneak attack as well?

That made him pause for a moment. Would he kill Emerald? Probably not, he didn’t need to. Cinder was absolutely a threat who had to be taken out as quickly as possible, but Emerald? Nah. “She’d probably get all butthurt that Cinder’s dead or whatever, but I don’t see why she should die as well. Worse comes to worst we’ll knock her out. We’d be doing her a favour, honestly. You’ve seen how Cinder treats her.” The fact that Ozpin was constantly watching everything was real fucking unnerving and something he tried to not think about at all times.

Hmmmm… Ozpin deliberated for ages, which made Mercury think he was probably scheming away. Whatever. Mercury wasn’t going to fall for any of it. What could a voice in his head do? Get sad at him? You think you can kill Cinder?

“I think that I’ve been watching how she fights for nearly two years now and that she’s got a massive blind spot on her left side.” It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be manageable. Amber got taken out too, after all. “You got anything that would help? Cinder said you put up a fight in that basement where she killed you.” He hoped that was uncomfortable to talk about. If he had to be disquieted by sharing headspace with a weirdo, so should Ozpin.

Yes. I have some magical ability left that can, at the very least, level the playing field a little bit. It’s not as strong as the Maiden’s magic, but if applied correctly, it could work.

Sounded like Ol’ Oz was coming around to ‘fuck everyone else, I got what I want in the end’. Selfish thinking won again. Why waste energy on stopping the destruction of a school when Cinder could be allowed to think she won and Mercury could then use that pride against her to escape this whole messed-up situation.

After all, Salem might be remaking the world and had offered to make him one of the top dogs, but in the pecking order, he was still near the bottom of the ladder. Besides, he did have her worst enemy in his head.

Escape was definitely the best option. “And hey, if she’s planning on attacking Vacuo after, think your buddy in Atlas would let us bunker down there?” If they did it right, then no one would know what happened. Cinder would be too dead to talk, Emerald would be a flight risk but he could probably talk her into not going back to work for Salem, and he sure wouldn’t tell anyone.

Yes. James can be trusted.

Just like Lionheart could, Mercury thought, but this one he kept to himself. “So. Deal?”

I don’t like this. It’s cruel and callous.

“I’m Mercury Black, have we met?” Why would he want to be anything else? The world was cruel. The only way to win was to take what you had and fight for what you wanted. No rules. No lines. Those made people weak.

… Very well. I’ll agree, for now.

“Then we’re done for tonight.”

I suppose we are. Thank you for hearing me out.

Mercury blinked perturbedly. Did he just get thanked? Weird. “Uh- sure. Whatever.”

Ozpin sounded way too amused as he chuckled, Mercury’s hackles rising only slightly. Good night, Mr Black.

Mercury snorted and didn’t bother replying, reaching for his scroll as he switched his music off and went into the games folder. Yeah it was gonna be a good night. He was gonna play video games til his eyes fell out and not sleep.

He supposed this situation with Ozpin could have been worse. At least the guy kept to himself and didn’t make a nuisance. If Mercury had to have a creepy man in his head talking to him, it could have been a lot worse. Could have had a Tyrian in there. Or a Watts.

Or his dad.

Mercury’s nose scrunched. Wouldn’t that be awful. Least Ozpin knew which of them was in control.

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It was chaos in Haven Academy’s foyer. Mercury dodged a wild swing from Yang, flipping back in a handspring as he errantly observed the room. Ozpin had not been happy about the ‘kill everyone’ plan but whatever, they were here now. Ozpin had been a lot louder since then and was still there, still currently losing his mind in the back of Mercury’s head. Mercury tried to tune most of it out. Wasn’t easy.

Mercury, please! This can’t be what you want! Ozpin begged as Mercury watched that kid in the green get thrown through a wall by Hazel. Ozpin always went real quiet around him. He wondered why. They’re just children!

He didn’t answer back, because fuck it, what did he know? Being a kid didn’t mean shit. Where was ‘just children’ when Marcus beat him up daily? Nowhere, that’s where.

You have to stop this! You’ll never be able to get the Relic now, the plan won’t work! This is our only chance!

He dodged another gunshot from Yang, which was criminally easy, she definitely had not gotten faster since their last fight, and checked in on the only threat. Qrow was- oh fuck he had stopped fighting Raven, disengaging from that little sibling duel to charge Hazel, landing a blow to the guy’s back with enough force that Hazel’s knee hit the ground. Mercury swore it dented from the weight behind that blow.

No no no no no no-

He whistled as he caught Yang’s kick in one of his own, forcing her leg down and scoring a punch directly to the floating ribs. Her eyes went red for a moment as she swung a hook at him, one that he dodged again, knocking her around with a few more kicks to the head. Had she gotten sloppier? He would be ashamed to fight this badly.

Mercury. Please. Don’t make me do this.

He glanced over at where Qrow was nimbly dodging Hazel’s blows before a cheap shot from Lionheart hit him in the shoulder, knocking his footwork off-balance long enough that Hazel got his hands on Qrow.

Mercury I’m so sorry-

“What-” Mercury asked before his vision flashed gold, and he was shunted into the back of his own head. Suddenly he was the voice, and Ozpin was in control- he had no control over his own body, no way to stop as Ozpin took a running leap, leaving a confused Yang behind, and landed a kick into the side of Hazel’s head, the shotgun blasting right in his ear.

Ozpin had took over. Ozpin… could take over. And he’d never mentioned it. He’d never-

Qrow looked at them, utterly dumbfounded. The entire room had gone dead quiet as Ozpin-in-Mercury’s-body artfully landed between Qrow and Hazel, not taking his eyes off the latter. Then he spoke with Mercury’s voice but it wasn’t Mercury’s words and it wasn’t right-

“I’d like my cane back, if you wouldn’t mind, Qrow.”

Cinder was staring. Emerald was staring. Everyone was staring as Mercury was turned into a fucking puppet, all his control stolen away. He hadn’t even known Ozpin could- He’d thought-

His view of their- their, not his- vision tunnelled, greying out at the edges. Haven wasn’t there anymore. It was just that house. His room. The smell of whiskey and blood and cigarette burns-

And Mercury clocked out, brain going black with panic.

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He felt hands on his shoulders even though there were no hands on his shoulders, pulling him out of the darkness and shoving him back in the driver’s seat. He blinked, collapsed against a wall with a cane handle in his hand and Qrow leaning over him, the smell of alcohol on the other man’s breath hitting some button in his head too close too close-

“Get AWAY from me!” He shrieked, kicking him full in the chest and loosing a shotgun blast to make sure the point got across, the Relic clattering on the ground as Qrow lost his grip on it. His hand clenched on the cane handle so hard it was shaking, and he threw that away as hard as he could.

Mercury, I am so sorry, I swear, I didn’t want to ever have to do that to you, but you left me no choice-

“ Shut up!” He snapped, voice ragged and a little too raw as he pulled his knees defensively to his chest and dug his fists into silver hair, tugging until the burn on his scalp felt like he was pulling Ozpin’s voice out of his head.

He heard footsteps come closer and looked up from his defensive curl, a knife appearing in his hand as he met Lil Red’s silver eyes, wide with concern and simmering with underlying resentment. “Professor Ozpin?”

Mercury, you have to understand, we can’t let Salem get the Relic-

He remembered a similar look on her face when she saw him walking again in the maintenance hall of Amity Colosseum. He snarled back this time, instead of a cocky smirk. “No. Come near me and I’ll rip your fucking face off.”

“Don’t talk to my sister like that!” Yang snapped, her eyes bright red as she glared at him, the Schnee keeping a hand on her shoulder to keep her in line. Fucking try it, Blondie, he’d take her other arm off, they could match.

Ruby wisely took a step back, still easily too close for him to handle. “Mercury?” her hand twitched towards the gun on her back

Mercury? Will you let me explain?

“All of you shut up.” He glared at the Relic, kicking it away as he jumped to his feet. He couldn’t handle this. It was too much, too much control lost- and Emerald wasn’t there, FUCK. So much for doing her a favour. He looked at everyone, feeling cornered, skin alive with fire ants that weren’t really there and legs burning with phantom aches, and did the only thing he could do when fighting wasn’t the option.

He bolted, clearing the stairs behind him and disappearing into Haven Academy, picking a random room that wasn’t Lionhearts (he was not going NEAR a fucking Seer, no thank you) and locking the door.

Mercury, I truly am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Ozpin told him gently, and the worst thing was that he sounded like he meant it.

“Don’t ever talk to me again.” Mercury snarled, and started breaking everything in the room that he could get his hands on.

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Man, Ozpin's sections got deeper then I expected but then again the guy has identity issues for sure. Where does Ozma end and Ozpin begin? Things we will literally never know!

#rwby #mercury black #ozpin #Oz!Merc AU #rwby fanfiction #my writings

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chaoslordjoe · 4 years

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#BlackSunWeek2020 Day 2 - Resurfacing

“Fuck this heat…” Nora Valkyrie whined, carrying herself on Yang Xiao Long’s back as Yang took a mental note about how that would’ve been her line.

If escaping Atlas was littered with red tape, then flying (relatively) safely to Vacuo was like duct taping yourself to a revved-up chainsaw.

There were no AK droids or shell-shocked lumberjack-looking General headasses (seriously James, take your court martial like a man) to drag them into anything they were all just through a month ago into the war.

Still, being escorted to the city by a bunch of Vacuan mercenaries was probably more merciful than whatever haircuts or puffy outfits they were given from their time from being conscripted by Ironwood, probably without authority from the Council (General James “fuck-you-I-have-two-seats-on-the-Council” Ironwood) in the gang’s whole black ops stint.

All things considered, this was a lot more welcoming than being drafted into the “Greatest Kingdom’s” side of the war with how they weren’t so great and hiding how much their leadership sucked at communicating with one another.

Politics. The brass. Martial law. Friendly fire incidents. Good times.

Ruby trudged ahead of the group, with Qrow trying to save the water in his flask while he was surprisingly adamant in pushing forward through the dunes. It was a good thing that he sobered up in time for this trip, knowing how it would be hell on dehydration.

“At least we’re not…Having to face any AK droids for a while.” Weiss thought out loud.

“Come on, Weiss-cream.” Yang grunted. “Maybe we’ll get you a new manicure by the time we arrive at Shade.” She joked.

Weiss shook her head.

“She might need more than a manicure.” Ren interjected.

“No-no, she’s right.” Weiss mentioned. “Heiress or no, I think we could all use a touch-up.” She concluded, wincing at the idea of sand going down her dress.

“I hate sand.” Jaune spoke next. “It’s coarse, rough, irritating and it- -“

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.” Yang warned.

“…And it gets everywhere.” Jaune taunted.

“I’m gonna smash your balls when we get home.” Yang said with a glare to him.

“How do- -How do you know I’m not into that?” Jaune remarked.

“Guys, can we please argue about which trilogy had the worse writing later?” Ruby begged.

“Much as I would like to learn about movies outside of my homestead, Ruby’s right.” Oscar spoke. “We’re almost there, then we can relax before meeting Theodore.” He added.

Qrow looked over, thankful that at least Ozpin insisted that they still act like teenagers in between all the missions and such. One thing he certainly got right.

“Hey, buddy.” Qrow said to the caravan leader. “How much further?”

“Almost dere, Mr. Branwen.” He spoke, inspecting his weapon behind his shades. “Ya don’t wanna get eaten by a mole crab, do ya?”

“Not exactly.” Qrow grunted.

“Den sit tight, we gonna be dere in no time.”

Soon as they arrived, Professor Theodore had granted the group a hotel to stay at before meeting with her on the Shade campus.

A rare sight this type of hotel was in Vacuo. Let alone something with this many accommodations. Soon as the gang arrived, a cold shower was in order followed by orders from Theodore to relax before the big meeting.

QROWBYJNR sat in the hotel’s pool area, finally being able to catch a breather along with some cooling off in the drink. Oscar stood at the corner reading one of Ozpin’s journals away from the group.

Blake decided to accompany him in the reading with a copy of <i>Zaibatsu Unlimited</i> she had meant to continue reading for a while now. Sort of a corporate espionage thriller about a power struggle between Mistral’s corporate elite in a deadly arms race on the stock market.

Ren sat with Weiss and Nora, figuring a tan wouldn’t hurt with how they were gonna be here for a while. Jaune got to work on a game of pool volleyball teaming up with Ruby, while Yang and Qrow played against them.

Oscar looked up with a cocked eyebrow, observing his friends finally being able to relax for the time being. He looked back at the Ozpin journal that he retrieved from the Atlas vault, then back and forth at the gang while he spoke to Oz privately.

Penny for your thoughts. Oscar spoke.

As long as you are all rested for this whole journey. He said.

Oz. How do you feel about reunions after living for so long? The host asked.

You are asking me? The wizard replied. Well, I suppose apart from all the betrayals and twists/turns I’ve been part of lately, I would say that reunions are best saved for when you can savor the moment.

Yeah. Oscar thought. If Theodore is in on it, feels like we gotta make it on our own. Did you miss Theodore?

”Missing” would imply that I would be welcoming to the Headmistress. I am not easily welcoming on the inside, Oscar. Perhaps I am the wrong person to ask about this.

Oscar squinted.

I get that we have to be more careful and not trust anyone, but you could at least act like you care. Your former students could be here too.

I suppose. Ozpin said with a sigh. Perhaps you are better equipped for this since only a select few people know that we are one at this time.

Because I’m a teenager like the others here? He interrogated.

No, I just feel that you are a more appealing individual in your age group. The wizard answered. Just so nobody else is out to kill us.

“Wow.” Oscar scoffed out loud, briefly catching Blake’s attention. Just put an arrow above my head of how cute I’m supposed to be while you’re at it.

Ruby roared, banking the volleyball around Yang. But Qrow briefly shifted into a bird, headbutting the ball right between the team leaders who dodged it.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Jaune barked.

“Oh yeah?” Qrow said as he shifted back into a man. “Well, you’ve got banana hair!” He said as he shrugged at his blonde niece.

Weiss raised her sunglasses, squinting at the Huntsman’s remark while she turned around onto her stomach to tan her back next.

Jaune retaliated, by throwing the ball back in an attempt to get Yang to tilt by punching the ball open. Nora looked up from her seat, seeing her boyfriend meditating as he and her finally got a form of that beach day that she wanted so bad.

“I believe that Qrow has run out of remarks from Mr. Xiao Long’s joke book.” Ren observed.

“Feh.” Nora said with a shrug. “Just let him ramble, Renny.”

Ruby tried to Petal Burst her way around the net, only to create a cyclone which nearly sucked in Jaune. Qrow’s misfortune kicked in, causing the ball to hit Ruby in the side of her head at whoever tried sending it back.

“Oww, dang it!” Ruby cried out as she regained her footing the water. “Watch where you’re throwing!” She argued.

“Now who threw that?” Weiss inquired, raising her shades, and stopping at the familiar face before her.

Said familiar face had winced at his shot with Qrow attempting (and failing) to casually avoid the scene while Jaune carried Ruby out who rubbed her head.

“Sorry!” The familiar face shouted. “I didn’t mean to- -Sorry, guys!” He spoke.

Blake looked up at the voice, who wore yellow/blue swim trunks and had a noticeable monkey tail. She immediately got up, tackling her former squeeze from behind who yelped.

“Sun!” She cried out in joy.

“Blake!” Sun Wukong had called in return, setting her down and attempting to give his love interest a hug.

Blake however, used one of her Shadow Clones to fool him and give the Huntsman an actual embrace after being away for some time.

Weiss sat up, greeting Neptune as well. A nervous meeting on her part due to how little they spoke during Vytal. But Nep was more than willing to let bygones be bygones in showing off his red speedo. Weiss blushed in hoping that she would be the one to clear things up.

Blake and Sun let go from their embrace, as she had never been more alive to see him until now.

“I know it hasn’t been that long.” Blake said first. “I know you pointed out that I didn’t need you anymore, but…Well, considering how poorly Atlas went, I kinda needed to see someone like you.” She sheepishly admitted.

“That bad, huh?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Blake sighed. “I know my hair isn’t properly rendered, either.” She muttered.

“Huh?” Sun asked.

“N-Nothing.” Blake retorted. “Though I imagine you’d probably come up with a better name for it than Yang. Called it the “bi bob” or something.”

“It’s a working title!” Yang argued while busy ogling Sage and Neptune.

“Ruby? Jaune?” Coco Adel asked with her teammates on CFVY not far behind. “What the hell are you guys doing here?” She inquired with lowered shades.

“He-hey, Coco.” Jaune said in an attempt to be suave while healing Ruby’s volleyball-shaped bruise. “See, it’s a funny story. We were called here by Theodore to investigate some Grimm trouble. Like you were…I think.” He flatly stated.

“Heh, great to see you guys too.” Coco spoke. Velvet stood by her side with her hands down. “I’m guessing you could use some lessons on team leadership from me and Sun?” She assumed.

“We are 100% fully functional on being team leaders, thank you.” Ruby argued, having just regained her vision.

“Yet you can’t watch your back at volleyball. Not the best aim there, luv.” Velvet joked. “Right, how about your focus on that Zaibatsu copy compared to Sun's arse and muscles, Blake?” She joked to her cat friend.

“Oh, HA-HA!” Sun angrily replied, blushing.

“It was just a kiss on the cheek, Velvet.” Blake retaliated with an eyeroll.

“I believe ya.” The hare said. “Of course, Sun worded it differently.” She fibbed.

“No he didn't, Bun.” Coco said while giving her friend a skeptical glare behind her shades. Had it not been in public with their First Year friends, she would've given Velvet a stern talking to about who pulled that off better.

While the two lovely ladies of Team CFVY bickered as to who would/wouldn’t get the ball gag, Blake grasped her arm anxiously while Sun awaited her response.

“You, um…Wanna get lunch to make up for lost time?” She hesitantly asked.

Sun instantly beamed, knowing how much of a relief they both needed from Remnant going down the tubes.

“Hell yeah!”

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fire-the-headcanons · 4 years

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Follow the Beacon Ozpin—Truth

[Link to Masterpost]

[A lot's changed since the first version of this story—for example, Summer and Tai's entire storyline was added in—so this part ended up a little different]

Ozpin watched on the monitor as Ms. Rose and Mr. Branwen stepped from the elevator into the waiting room on the floor below. Both of them looked ill—he was probably still recovering from the day before, and she was afraid of this meeting going badly.

Maybe we should have spoken to the twins sooner. Qrow sagged in his chair, face buried in his hands, pale and withdrawn. It looked like he'd slept in his clothes. If they were sent here as spies, it was clearly under duress.

We still don't know what his Semblance is, he countered. If it's anything like his sister's, the two of them could vanish at any moment. We'll have to be very, very careful.

Speaking of which— Ozpin sealed the balcony door with a thought and a wave of his hand. ... just in case.

Just in case, he agreed with a twinge of pain in his chest. The intercom clicked as he switched it on. "Thank you both for coming. May I speak to Mister Taupe first?"

Qrow didn't respond, but shuffled to his feet as the secure elevator slid open. Summer watched his back as he entered, arms folded tightly around her stomach, and only looking away when he turned to face the doors. He was preoccupied, however, staring at the controls.

It wasn't uncommon for the Vault button to catch a student's eye—there were only three, and it was mysteriously unmarked. Though, it was rare for anyone to reach out and deliberately press it. Nothing happened, of course, it only worked with the correct password entered into the emergency phone.

Was he told to do that?

He may just be looking for a way out…

He stepped carefully from the elevator, eyes darting around the room before returning to a spot somewhere over Ozpin's shoulder. Finding no one else there seemed to calm him slightly.

"Yes, quite the view, isn't it?" Ozpin stared out the window for a moment, allowing a longer search while his back was turned. "You'll notice I have my desk turned away from the window. Hot cocoa?"

"Uh…thanks," Qrow said, accepting the mug.

"There's no need to be nervous." Ozpin smiled. "I was looking over your course records earlier. I must say—for someone of your background, your marks have been exemplary. Your parents must be very proud."

"No parents, sir."

It was incredibly rare for bandits to claim their children. The misdirect did its job, and Qrow relaxed a tiny bit more. "Ah. My apologies. Have you enjoyed it here in Vale so far?"

"It's…" he glanced to the left, down at the hazy skyscrapers. "Different."

Ozpin chuckled. "Yes, I'd imagine it can be a bit much after growing up in pastoral Anima. I was born in the city, myself," he said wistfully, "though it didn't take me long to leave it." He leaned back in his chair, settled in, unthreatening. "Tell me, what made you want to become a Huntsman?"

Qrow buried his face in the mug, taking a long sip. "I…liked the comics," he stammered, turning ever so slightly pink. That was difficult to fake. "As a kid. What can I say, they made an impression on a dumb farmhand from Anima."

"That is why the kingdoms keep printing them. Though, it doesn't explain your current dedication."

He scowled into the cocoa, hands tightening on the mug. "...I wanted to do some good in the world."

"An admirable goal." Ozpin took a sip from his own cup. "And I must say, I've been impressed with your efforts with that scythe of yours. You seem to be making great strides despite your lack of a proper teacher."

"Professor Carmine's been a lot of help," Qrow said quickly. "Professor Mesánychta, too."

"And all of it on top of your normal coursework, and your practice with the broadsword form of your weapon. Even without taking your lack of prior education into account, you are one of the top students in your class." He leaned back, opening a drawer in his desk. "Which is why I was so surprised to hear that you had brought alcohol onto the school grounds."

Qrow sagged with relief as he set the flask on the desk.

"I'm aware the legal drinking age in Mistral is eighteen. And outside the kingdoms…well. But you understand, while you are in Vale you must abide by the kingdom's laws."

He tensed, eyes widening, with a half-glance at the elevator doors. "Summer didn't have anything to do with it. It-it's mine, I smuggled it from home, she didn't—"

"Please, Mister Taupe, it is all right," Ozpin said, holding up a hand. "Seeing as this is your first offence—and Miss Rose made me swear that you wouldn't get in any trouble—I see no reason to involve the police."

"...Summer… told you?" He sounded confused, but not hurt. A good sign.

"She confessed to me that she was concerned. That you've been isolating yourself, losing interest in your work. Have you been drinking more as well?"

He swallowed, averting his gaze. "Maybe…maybe a little."

"Please don't be angry with Miss Rose. She agonized over the decision to come to me for help, I assure you. But Beacon has a number of health services available to students if you are feeling stressed." He got to his feet, circling the desk to offer his hand. "My door is always open, as well."

Hesitantly, Qrow accepted it. "Um… thanks… I-I'm fine, really."

"Mister Tau—" Ozpin stopped himself. The boy needed to hear his own name. "Qrow. Please. I can help you."

A shadow fell over his face, and he remained silent.

"No matter what it is," he pressed, squeezing his hand lightly. It was shaking.

"...I'm fine."

Magic welled in his fingertips, ready to channel if Qrow ran or tried to open a portal.

Don't hurt him.

Of course not. But we can't allow a possible lead to slip away, and he needs help. Gently, they ran their thumb over Qrow's palm. "You have remarkably smooth hands for a farmer."

He jerked his arm back, shaking even harder than before. "I… I was kinda lazy." After a moment of hesitation he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Mister Taupe, this is exactly the kind of behavior that has your team leader so worried."

Qrow sagged, his hands slipping down to hang limp at his sides, head bowed so low Ozpin couldn't see his face. "...Stop it."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Stop pretending."

Carefully, gently, Ozpin took his hand again. "Mister Branwen, why did you come to Beacon?"

He flinched at the sound of his name, and voice cracking as he answered. "I wanted to be a Huntsman."

It was not the answer they expected, but certainly a welcome surprise. "What is holding you back?"

"I— I— I couldn't—" He wiped at his face angrily, trying to hide the tears, and Ozpin quickly passed over his handkerchief. "I didn't want to keep hurting people and they all hated me but if I ran they'd beat me to death— R-Raven's Semblance— T-there— I— she—"

"Shh," he soothed, rubbing Qrow's back but staying an arm's length away, giving him space to escape. He still flinched. "Deep breaths."

He half-turned, trying to hide his face, wiping his eyes again. "I couldn't run away because Raven c-could bring them right to me."

"Do you really think she would have helped them find you?"

"I-if she didn't then they would have just killed her first."

"So you convinced her to run with you."

"Our—our l-leader just died and everyone was scared. He was the one who… who protected us."

Ah. Yes. Bones Branwen's death had been toasted at more than one gathering of Huntsmen in the past year, and that was only in Vale.

"I convinced Raven and V—the new leader we should sneak into an Academy so we could take his place and protect the tribe," he said dully. "I thought if we had four years away from home then maybe I could convince her to… that we didn't…" his voice petered off, and when he spoke again it was nearly too soft to hear. "It doesn't matter."

"Let me help with your sister," Ozpin said, and Qrow slowly raised his head to stare, open-mouthed. "I'm sure a little extra responsibility around the school and a few careful nudges in the right direction couldn't hurt, but it's important that you know this kind of healing takes time. It will—"

"You're not…throwing us out?" his voice rang with disbelieving hope.

"Good heavens, no. Banditry would be a terrible waste of your talents." Ozpin chuckled as if the idea were absurd and squeezed his hand again. "Why don't you get some rest. Tomorrow is Saturday—come back in the morning and we can discuss your sister with clearer heads. And I hope you will allow me to refer you to one of the campus counselors."

Qrow nodded absently, staring at one of the desk legs.

"Then I'll see you at ten o' clock." Ozpin smiled. "It's all right if you're a little late. Eat something and get some rest."

He hesitated. "...Are you going to tell Summer and Tai?"

Ah. That was a tricky question. Now that the air had been cleared—with one twin, at least—Ozpin wasn't sure if Claret would continue allowing Summer to remain ignorant of her teammates' past.

"Not at present," he said. "And I would certainly consult you before doing so. ...But I believe you should tell them, before too long."

Qrow's eyes widened in something approaching horror. "What?"

"The truth has a way of coming out eventually. And it would be better to hear it from you."

"...I don't…" he wiped at his face again. "...They'll hate me."

"I very much doubt it," Ozpin replied. They had left Anima at a young age and were unlikely to have inherited their parents' prejudices. "Though it will probably be something of a shock, and they may not understand immediately."

Qrow didn't seem very reassured by that answer. Slowly, his eyes wandered toward the flask still sitting in the center of the desk. "…I know you have to pour out the moonshine, but…can I have my flask back?"

Brothers above.

"I'll give it back as a twenty-first birthday present," he said firmly.

Should we?

They knew all too well where that road could lead, and bandits did not have good habits to begin with. "Though... Mister Branwen, I do wish to warn you…Hunting and drinking do not tend to mix well."

"Uh…Thank you, Professor Ozpin."

He squeezed Qrow's hand once more before letting go. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Qrow slumped against the elevator wall as soon as the doors were shut, almost ducking out of the camera's view. Well, it's reasonable to assume that she didn't send them.

Yes, he agreed, only slightly disappointed that this hadn't turned out to be a lead. Much better for the twins that she wasn't involved. Though I'm not sure that will entirely soothe anyone's fears.

"Qrow!" Summer squeaked, leaping to her feet as the doors slid open and hastily drying her eyes on her cape. He stepped out, back into the next camera's view, still slouching and withdrawn in posture. "Qrow, I'm so sorry, I— I didn't know what to do, I—"

"Thank you, Summer." The camera barely picked up his words.

She sobbed and yanked him into a hug. After a moment he reciprocated, leaning his cheek on the top of her head.

Despite their earlier concerns, it seemed nudging team STRQ together had been the right call. Ozpin shuddered to think what might have happened if Mister Branwen had a team leader less capable than the one Miss Rose was growing into.

Next Chapter: Taiyang—Fair Grounds

#rwby #strq #team strq #qrow branwen #ozpin #rwby ozpin #summer rose #rwby fanfiction #follow the beacon #QROW HUGS

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thewhitepetalburst · 3 years

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Flight of Petals

@dustyqrowofmisfortune

Huffing, Qrow seemed to sink a bit more into the chair, though he couldn’t help but look over at his partner and teammate. “I know, I know…” he grumbled. “Still doesn’t mean it’s gotta give me a good feeling does it?”

He was about to protest further but the elevator to Ozpin’s office opened and Goodwitch stepped out. “Professor Ozpin will see you two now,” she commented dryly and showed them into the elevator. Well, it looked like they were about to find out what this was all about.

Heaving his lanky frame out of the chair, Qrow shoved his hands into his pockets and made his way to the elevator, making sure Summer was right there with him the entire time. He wouldn’t say a word as the elevator ascended and finally opened to the clockwork gears and emerald green of Ozpin’s office. Qrow was always amazed by the look of this place. There was something… relaxing… about the clockwork gears and machinery. It was simple and straightforward, two things he could honestly appreciate.

“Ahh, Mr. Branwen, Ms. Rose, thank you for coming,” Ozpin smiled as he rose from his seat behind the desk. Extending his arm, he casually yet politely motioned to the chairs opposite him. “Please, have a seat.”

Qrow was still nervous, but he kept a stoic look on his face as they crossed the office. “No thanks Professor, I think I’d rather stand…” That didn’t stop Qrow from stepping aside so Summer could sit though.

Leaning a more more forward in her chair Summer glanced towards the elevator as the tall tell ding sounded when it came to the main floor. She watched as Qrow got up first before following suit. She’d kept just as quiet as he had when they both entered the elevator.

Why did this feel so awkward? It was so weird, so completely unlike any other time she’s come here on her own or with the whole team. Was that why though? Because it was just the two of them? Summer wasn’t sure but knew she’d soon find out.

The formality of her last name though had her standing just a bit straighter. Well until Ozpin had offered them a chair and Qrow chose to stand. “Qrow maybe we should both sit?” She asked looking up to him as he turned to let her past him.

#flightofpetals #dustyqrowofmisfortune #//moved from old blog

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tahnex · 4 years

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Road to Graduation

Hi, so this is the first chapter of a new RWBY fic. I’m stuck in quarantine with time on my hands, an idea, and decided screw it, let’s write a RWBY fic. A very quick bit of background, this is canon-compliant until after the Volume 7 finale, then it goes its own way. The first two chapters are mostly setting the scene and giving some background for the following story, so apologies if they’re a bit long, and a little heavy on dialogue and exposition, but there’s a fair bit that needs to be explained.

(Also the title is currently temporary, I’m pretty bad at titles and this was the first idea that came into my head that sounds decent enough).

Anybody who wants to be like a beta reader or give any reviews or anything is REALLY welcome to do so! I don’t have one at the minute, so it might be a little rough around the edges. Any, click below for the actual chapter!

It’s been a month since they fought Salem. A month since Ozpin had taken over Oscar’s body and, with a little help from Ruby’s silver eyes, wounded Salem enough to force her into the Winter Vault, with Penny sealing it, and Salem, away. Tyrian had been recaptured and, whilst in a fury at Salem being sealed, was goading the Ace Ops with how many people he had killed in the fight, and accidentally let slip he’d also killed Clover. Robyn Hill had used her semblance on both Qrow and, under heavy restraints, Tyrian, proving Qrow’s innocence and his release. The CCT towers are slowly being set up again, and a message was sent to Vacuo to make sure they didn’t try to open the Summer Vault, along with a promise to Beacon that the Atlesian Military would send help to rid Vale and Beacon of the Grimm that were plaguing the city and old Academy grounds, including the Wyvern Grimm clinging to Beacon Tower. Once the two kingdoms worked together, and nearly the full might of the Atlesian military was brought to bear, the Grimm surrounding Beacon were forced back and Beacon returned to the way it was two years or so ago.

Following that, a rather awkward conversation took place in Atlas tower, involving the now General Winter Schnee, Team RWBY and JNR, and with Professor Goodwitch on call from Beacon.

“What do you mean our licenses were revoked?!” Yang slammed her hands down on the table.

Winter sighed, “Former General Ironwood revoked your licenses when you declined to support his plan to save Atlas. I’ve…”

“You mean when we refused to let him sacrifice the whole of Mantle and the people in it.” Blake retorted, glaring at Winter.

Winter met Blake’s stare for a beat before continuing, “As I was saying, I’ve tried to reinstate the licenses, as well as issue you new permanent ones, however when he revoked the licenses he blocked all seven of you from being granted a license by anyone with Atlesian authority, including military and the council.”

Ruby turned to the scroll with Professor Goodwitch on, “Professor? Is there anything you can do?”

Professor Goodwitch’s voice came through the scroll, slightly crackly as the CCT system was not back up to its prior strength, “Atlas is the only country who can produce Huntsmen licenses without graduating at an academy. Without returning to an academy, completing your education, and then graduating, we cannot grant you your licenses.”

At this nearly everyone looked crestfallen. “So, despite everything that’s happened, there’s nothing you can do? We helped to defeat Salem! Surely that should count for SOMETHING!” Jaune yelled.

Professor Goodwitch sighed, “I appreciate your frustration Mr Arc, and the whole of Vytal is thankful for your assistance in defeating Salem…”

“Not that they’ll ever know about it” muttered Blake.

“Thank you for your comments Miss Belladonna, but considering the panic you all saw in Mantle and the amount of Grimm it brought, would you really wish that on the rest of Vytal when they learned of an immortal Queen of the Grimm that is trying to destroy humanity?” Professor Goodwitch replied sharply, “Even if she is sealed away, it would still bring panic and Grimm, leading to loss of life.”

Blake looked down embarrassed and Yang glared at the scroll.

“Back to your point Mr Arc, I’ve spoken to the council members in Vale, and informed them that your absence from all of the Academies was approved by Professor Ozpin before his death, and your recent efforts were part of an extended mission, watched over by Qrow Branwen. Fortunately, news of his mistaken arrest, which I WILL be speaking to you about General, did not reach Vale. I have convinced them that due to the success of your highly secret mission, your entire second year, for all of you, was passed.”

“Is that really all you can do?” Ruby said quietly.

“Yes Miss Rose. That is all I can do.” Even to most of the people in the room Professor Goodwitch sounded tired, and possibly even a little sad.

Everyone looked at each other, slightly unsure of what to do or say until Ren spoke up “So what happens now?”

“If you all still wish to graduate and become professional Huntsmen and Huntresses, you are welcome to return to Beacon to complete your training there, starting in your third year. I’ll give you until 5pm tomorrow to decide. Since the disaster of the last Vytal Festival the council is trying to keep a much closer eye on Beacon, so I have to tell them what is happening with you seven at their next meeting tomorrow.”

Ruby looked back to the scroll “And if we refuse?”

“Then you will not become legal Huntsmen and Huntresses.”

There were a few moments of silence before Winter spoke up, “You can go back to your rooms now to discuss this. It’s the best option you have.”

Taking her not so subtle hint to leave, the two teams left the room, but not before hearing Professor Goodwitch turn her attention to Winter, “Now, would you please be so kind as to explain not only why the hell you put out a warrant for Qrow’s arrest, but also why you then followed through with it?” Any further words were cut off by the doors sealing behind them. Ruby and Yang glanced at each other grinning slightly, they’d been on the receiving end of one of Professor Goodwitch’s scolding, more than once for Yang, and knew how bad it could be.

It wasn’t long before they reached their rooms and split into their respective teams.

Ruby and Blake sat on the beds, with Weiss and Yang taking chairs opposite their respective partners, Yang spinning hers round to sit backwards.

“Well Ruby? What do we do?” Blake asked.

Ruby looked to them all in turn, “What do you guys WANT to do? I know I’m the leader of our team, but I don’t want to force you to do something you don’t want to…”

Weiss was the first to reply, “Personally, my vote is to graduate and become a Huntress. My only other option would be to take over the Schnee Dust Company, but I don’t want to do that, in fact I want nothing to do with it. I’m done with Atlas; Ironwood was the last straw.”

Yang looked to Blake before facing Ruby “I don’t know Rubes, to be honest I’m not happy with the whole situation, if they do this to us now, what’s to say something else won’t happen again in the future? I’m not sure about returning to Beacon, but I want us to stay together as a team.”

Blake looked at Yang directly whilst saying “I want to stay as a team, so I’ll follow you guys.” Yang smiled in response.

Ruby looked down at the ground for a moment, “All I’ve ever wanted was to be a Huntress. To help people. If the only way to do that is to go back to Beacon and graduate, then I would do that. But being together as a team is more important. We got split up once before, that’s not happening again.” She looked at the time on her scroll “It’s getting late, we’ll sleep on it and see what we think tomorrow.”

The others nodded their agreement and got ready for bed. Across the hall, JNR was having a similar discussion.

“What happens now Jaune?” Nora looked to her team leader.

“I don’t know Nora, I don’t know.” Jaune sat down on his bed heavily.

“Me and Ren have nowhere else to go, we don’t have a family or home to return to, it’s just us three now. So, we’ll follow you where you go.” Nora looked to Ren for reassurance, slipping her hand into his, and he nodded.

“Thanks you guys,” Jaune smiled at them both, “To be honest, returning to some kind of, I don’t know, normal life would be good you know? Finishing school and actually having something to show for everything we’ve done would be good. Plus, I could kinda do with a bit more training,” he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

“Then back to school we go,” Ren said quietly.

The next day they all met up in Winter’s office. Professor Goodwitch was on call from Beacon again, “Well, have you all come to a decision?”

Ruby and Jaune looked at each other and nodded. The two teams had discussed it over breakfast that morning. “Looks like you’re going to have to put up with our team again Professor,” Ruby smiled.

“And ours.” Jaune chimed in after Ruby.

“Good. Pack your things, you’ll be on the next flight to Vale, it leaves tonight.” Winter nodded at them all.

“Mr Arc? If you, Miss Valkyrie and Mr Ren could all remain for a moment, there is something we need to discuss with you three.” Professor Goodwitch said.

Jaune looked at Ruby and said, “Go on, we’ll catch up to you.” Ruby looked a little confused but nodded and led her team out the door. “Yes Professor? What is it?” Jaune turned back to the scroll.

Team RWBY reached their room and packed their things, Weiss double checking to make sure they’d left nothing behind, before heading to the landing platform, finding someone waiting for them. “Hey kiddo, looks like you’re hitching a ride back to Vale with me.”

“Uncle Qrow!” Ruby sprinted to give Qrow a tight hug. “I was worried about you” Ruby whispered into his coat. Yang came up behind Ruby and gave her uncle a hug as well, whilst Weiss and Blake stood back a little, not sure what they should do.

“I’m alright, just tired of this cold.” Qrow said, looking to the door as it slid open to reveal Winter standing in the doorway.

“Weiss. Come here.”

Weiss breathed out before turning to walk to her older sister. “Yes Winter?”

They walked to one side of the doorway and Winter stood awkwardly for a moment before replying, “I’m glad you decided to continue your education.” They were silent for a moment before she continued “Now that Father is in custody, and will never touch our family again, I will…see what I can do to help Mother,” she motioned to Qrow with her head, “If that alcoholic idiot over there can drag himself to sobriety, I will see what I can do to help Mother achieve the same.”

Weiss almost couldn’t believe what she was about say considering how he had treated her but… ”And Whitley.”

Winter looked a little surprised at Weiss.

“He was always closer to Father than us or Mother. He will need support as well. Especially as he is now the heir and will take over the company.” Weiss swallowed hard, wanting to say the words before she changed her mind.

Winter looked solemn for a moment, “Yes, we all neglected him, and Father took him completely under his influence. I will try to help him as well, but I suspect Klein will be better able to help Whitley than me.”

Weiss smiled at the memory of her friend and former butler and, seeing the members of Team JNR come out into the air said, “This will be goodbye then sister.”

“Yes, it will be.” Winter nodded, before Weiss grabbed her in an impromptu hug. Winter hesitated for a moment before smiling slightly and returning it. “Try to write or call more often too.”

“I will” Weiss smiled at her sister, before turning and walking back to her team.

Qrow looked up at her arrival, nodded curtly to Winter, then turned, slipped his hands in his pockets and walked up the ramp onto the aircraft. Winter sighed, shook her head, then stood to attention as the others waved goodbye and followed Qrow up the ramp and back to Vale.

Ruby lingered slightly before continuing into the aircraft, a little upset Penny hadn’t come to see them off, but the ever-energetic girl had left on a mission from Winter a week ago and wouldn’t return for a few more days. Sitting down with the rest of her team opposite Qrow and JNR she heard Weiss ask Jaune “What did Professor Goodwitch want to speak with you about?”

Jaune looked slightly awkward and Nora a little cross, whilst Ren remained relatively impassive as always. “She said when we arrive, we need to go to her office and speak with her straight away, just the three of us. She didn’t say anything else.” Weiss and Blake suspected something wasn’t being said but decided that the others would tell them in time, and for now, all they wanted to do was lean back and rest. Just before closing her eyes to sleep Ruby noticed Qrow leaning back, eyes closed trying to sleep, but with a glimmer of green in his right hand.

After arriving at Beacon, they all wearily climbed out the aircraft, Yang and Ruby giving long hugs to Qrow, before he walked off, raising a hand to say goodbye. The seven climbed up the steps to the main doors, not noticing there was someone standing next to Professor Goodwitch.

“Salutations friends!”

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albion-93 · 4 years

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Cake & Consolations

Short story inspired by @littlemisssquiggles, hope you enjoy!

The days came and went quickly in the cold northern latitudes of the kingdom of Atlas. The sun often set as early as 5 o’clock in the afternoon, and naturally the freezing tundra winds swept into the lower city. Atlas had low-level shield technology to keep the worst of the considerable cold out, but down in Mantle it was either dress warm or freezing to death. This risk didn’t seem to faze Oscar Pine, who strolled through the streets, indifferent to the urban decay and restlessness around him. He was looking for a familiar shop, and knew that his departure from Atlas Academy via airship would raise alarm bells and eventual reprimand, but he didn’t care. He spotted his destination and quickened his pace, now realising just how cold he was getting, and discretely slid inside beside a tall departing customer before the door shut.

Inside, the warm orange glow of Pietro Polendina’s shop made Oscar sigh in relief. He stared about for a moment before a warm, hearty voice caught his attention.

“Good evening, Mr Pine! I’m about to close shop for the day but any time is a good time for a friend of my daughter’s,” greeted Pietro as he ‘walked’ towards Oscar and shook his hand firmly but kindly.

“Hello, Pietro, nice to see you too. Honestly, just wanted to see a friendly face,” said Oscar with a faint smile.

“Well, I’m very much obliged,” chuckled the kindly old tech genius, “it’s not so often that I get friendly callers these days, maybe my luck has changed wouldn’t you say, Maria?”

Oscar felt a hard pat on his back, and the boy gave a high yelp of shock before turning to see Maria Calavera. She threw her head back and laughed loud and long, joined by Pietro’s hearty chuckles. Oscar too finally gave a small, if hollow, laugh when the inner tension defused.

“Oh honestly, Oscar,” said Maria as she finally stopped laughing and pulled him in for a hug with one arm, “You scare far too easily. But it’s lovely to see you too.”

“Thanks, Maria,” said Oscar, his brief smile couldn’t mask his morose and lost-looking eyes. Maria immediately picked up on that, but Pietro noticed something else.

“Now hold the phone, where are your friends?”

“It’s only me. My uh… companions are coming back from a Grimm-hunting mission at one of the mines, I heard they were victorious.”

“Huh, and here I thought you and the others were thick as thieves. Both literally and figuratively,” said Maria dryly.

“Oh my!” exclaimed Pietro, now looking more serious than before “Then it begs the question: what are you doing out here all by yourself? This part of town ain’t exactly the safest of neighbourhoods, especially not at this time of day, you could get robbed or worse!”

“I won’t be missed,” said Oscar in a muted voice. Both Pietro and Maria stared at him with stunned shock and confusion. “To be honest most if not all of them don’t think I should be with them.”

“Who said that? Was it that greasy-haired birdbrained Qrow again?” demanded Maria angrily.

“No! It’s not that, it’s…” Oscar paused; his eyes went back and forth between the floor and the two adults.

“Oscar, we in this household have a strict rule about telling the truth,” said Pietro sternly, as Maria also gave him a warning frown.

“Lately I’ve been getting this feeling that I’m not actually a part of the group. I found out today that Teams RWBY and JNR were awarded their official licences after a successful mission, Qrow and Penny were there, and the General left me at the Academy like… like it was nothing.”

His voice had fallen into a low, broken whisper.

“Now that you mention it, Penny did mention some official business of some kind and seemed very excited about it,” mused Pietro.

“As soon as I found out, I wanted to be there to show my support for Ruby and her friends, us bonding with them and celebrating an achievement they rightly earned, and I’m... just left out? Am I part of this team or not?! Just-just… what the HELL?!”

His voice rose with each passing word to an angry yell, and he started to shake from short ragged breaths. He felt a small hand tightly holding his, and another arm around his shoulder, as he went on his voice cracked further and tears fell down his cheeks.

“I’m not a Huntsman, I get that. I’m just an out of depth farm-hand with a staff; I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have left my home.”

“Come on, let’s go into the lounge in the back,” said Maria gently, taking him by the hand and following Pietro through. Maria sat Oscar down on an old worn green couch with light brown cushions, and sat with him while he calmed down. When Pietro returned, he was carrying a wide platter with a bright orange cake with a white topping. Oscar’s eyes widened with amazement and a wide smile started to take shape.

“Now, I was saving this for a special occasion, but I think we can break into it a little early. It’s a carrot cake topped with buttercream frosting; two layers,” said Pietro proudly.

“No kidding! That’s my favourite!” said Oscar excitedly as he clapped his hands together.

“Is it now? Then by all means, have a slice or two on me,” said Pietro beaming.

“Thank you… I-I really can’t thank you enough!” said Oscar with overflowing gratitude and newfound joy, and a new surge of joyful tears threatened to break loose. He got up and grabbed Pietro in an embrace, which Pietro gladly returned with his one available arm.

After cutting a generous slice each, the three settled around the coffee table, large mugs of tea and hot milk on either side of each plate. For a while, the adults exchanged anecdotes of cake recipes, and Oscar eagerly listened as it was finally something unrelated to their mission, until Pietro’s curiosity returned.

“So pray tell, how did you, both of you, get roped into all this?”

Over the next several minutes, Oscar recounted how he first heard the voice of Professor Ozpin in his head, how this ancient soul told him to abandon his life on the farm and on a road to ‘greatness’ in protecting the world. He talked of his time at Haven and joining with Qrow Branwen and the young huntresses and huntsmen. He talked about how he trained with them, felt a connection to Ruby, Nora, Ren, and even Jaune despite their later difficulties. He mentioned the altercation at Haven Academy, and the Grimm attacks on their journey to Atlas. Recounting these events made him more animated and even happy at points, and Pietro listened with rapt attention. Maria added her own perspectives on the events leading up to Argus with quite a lot more flair than Oscar could muster.

“My, my... That was quite the tale,” said Pietro, very much impressed.

“Bah! If it weren't for me then you, your girlfriend’s team and her nincompoop uncle would be dried-up frozen corpses,” barked Maria indignantly,

“W-What?! Maria, Ruby is not my girlfriend!” yelped Oscar worriedly.

“Well sure, with an attitude like that she never will be,” she muttered to herself before clearing her throat, “Look, the point is that Iron-trousers didn’t bother to extend the invitation to me either, kid.”

“That’s... actually a fair point. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I made my peace with it.”

“Look, I get it. I’m not with them right now because I’m not a Huntsman. Without Ozpin in my head I’m nothing, I’m not a hero or somebody important.”

“Who says you’re not important?” said Pietro earnestly.

Oscar paused, unable to come up with an answer.

“I've traveled to all sorts of places, shook hands with all sorts of folks, from high-and-mighty statesmen to humble miners. And you know what? In all my life, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important. And that means you too! You risked everything to follow a group of strangers and jumped into the jaws of peril and emerged in one piece several times, and you keep sticking it out. You might not be a Huntsman right now but damn if you don't have the spirit of one, boy.”

These words washed over Oscar, he looked back and forth and tried to process them, musing on carrot cake crumbs on his plate.

“So everyone matters to someone, that’s your belief?” said Oscar at length, Pietro nodded, “then Ironwood would have left without me for some reason?”

“Well, those mines are no picnic, and James takes a full escort wherever he goes. Maybe the General had his reasons and he trusted you enough to keep out of trouble. He’s probably wondering where you are right now.”

Oscar flinched, remembering the Lamp of Knowledge. He had made sure to lock it up somewhere safe before leaving the Academy, but he still felt guilty about leaving it in some random cupboard. If Ironwood or any of the team were to find out he’d basically left his one job...

“Here’s my two lien:” said Maria without her usual air of dry wit, “you got left behind, and that sucks, but being miserable about it isn’t going to make your situation better. You have to find another way: your own choices, actions and consequences. Do you really want to follow Ruby and her friends around like a puppy, or do you want to make the choices that feel right for you?”

“You’re both right,” said Oscar with a calmer and clearer voice than earlier, “I have an idea about…”

“SAL-U-TATIONS!”

Oscar rapidly turned about and stared; Penny was standing in the doorway to the lounge, all beaming smiles and waves. How that girl managed to be so loud and yet so discrete was both a mystery and triumph of Atlesian robotics.

“Greetings, father! Greetings, Ms Calavera! I am happy to report that the graduation ceremony was a success, and my friends are officially licenced Huntsmen!”

“Why that’s plum-terrific, darling!” said Pietro with his usual level of cordial enthusiasm as he pulled his daughter in for a hug, “Tell them I said hello would you?”

“Of course! I’ve been sent to retrieve young Oscar,” she said a little more seriously as she turned and motioned Oscar to come with her, “Our transport is waiting outside. I believe Ruby and General Ironwood are worried for your safety, and Miss Valkyrie mentioned something about ‘he’s gonna get the grounding of a life if that boy isn’t back in five minutes!’ More or less,” she added the last part sheepishly, after emulating Nora’s voice to perfection.

“Uh oh…” said Oscar, now quivering at the thought of a telling off from Nora and quickly rose, “I better go, but thank you so, so much for the cake, Pietro. This talk really helped.”

“My pleasure, come by any time you like, as long as you tell your compatriots,” said Pietro as Oscar and Penny made their way from the lounge to the shop entrance, waving as they went.

“Remember what we talked about, and good luck!” called out Maria.

#rwby #rwby7 #rwby volume 7 #rwby vol 7 #rwby fanfiction #rwby fanfic #rwby spoilers #oscar pine #cake for oscar #maria calavera #pietro polendina #penny polendina #vent fic

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tigerstripedmoon · 5 years

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DMV and disaster for the 3 word prompt?

Oh. Ohhhhh. This’ll be fun. *rubs hands together*

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“The hell d’ya mean, you don’t know how to drive?!”

Qrow knew Ozpin held... secrets. Some were huge—like Salem and the Maidens—and some were just. Ridiculous. As ridiculous as the man himself. Like, hiding the fact that he was naturally left-handed (“The things you learn when you break your dominant hand repeatedly will surprise you.” “No they won’t.”) or that he hated brussel sprouts (“The Gods put those on this planet to spite me.”) or even his pyrophobia—well, no, that one made sense.

In context, even his inability to drive made sense. Cars had only been around for about a hundred years, and the modern automobile was vastly different to what Osiah had driven. And Ozymandias hadn’t needed to—kings didn’t drive themselves around, after all. Ozpin rarely left Beacon Academy anymore and even when he had, he flew, or took group transport. He had no need to learn.

… maybe Qrow shouldn’t have made fun of him for it. But still.

“This is stupid,” Ozpin snapped. Crammed into a hard plastic chair, his elbow in Qrow’s ribs, he stood out like a sore thumb among the average citizens waiting their turns. Even worse, they were all craning their heads or raising their scrolls to get a glimpse of the elusive professor outside of his natural habitat. Qrow had to bite back a grin.

This would be all over social media by the end of the day—the mighty Professor Ozpin vs. the Vale DMV.

Qrow knew who he had his bets on, and it wasn’t his husband.

“I simply do not need to drive,” Ozpin continued to mutter, scowling at the pamphlet in his hands. Cheerful Beowolves—cheerful roadkill Beowolves—grinned up at him, the words SILLY DRIVER, ROADKILL ARE FOR GRIMM: Mike and Marty’s Guide to Safe Driving over the top. “I can walk. Or fly. I am a registered airship pilot.” He rubbed at his eyes. “It’s fine. This is fine. If I can fly one of those, I can drive a car.”

Qrow eased the paper out of his hands and let his chin rest on his shoulder, close enough that Ozpin could feel his breath on his ear. “Well, you are good at driving me out of my mind.”

Ozpin turned scarlet.

Someone’s camera flashed.

“Name?”

“Ozpin.”

Silence.

“Ozpin?” He gestured at himself. “Professor Ozpin? You must be familiar.”

“First name Professor, last name Oz- can you spell that for me, please?”

Qrow leaned against the wall, fighting back a smirk as the driving instructor looked at Oz expectantly. Barely five foot two, younger than half his students, and yet she had Ozpin so rattled that the much taller man was fidgeting. Naturally, this meant that Qrow had to record the whole interaction.

“It’s not….” Ozpin sighed. “My name is Ozpin. O-z-p-i-n. I’m a professor at Beacon Academy.”

A blank look. “So, is ‘Ozpin’ your first or last name?”

“Ms. Grey, it is a mononym—” At her unimpressed look Ozpin cast his eyes heavenward, hands now tellingly tight on his cane. “… first.”

“Last name?”

“Branwen,” he said, and Qrow choked.

The newly christened Ozpin Branwen (“Finally decided to take my name, huh?” “If you don’t hush I swear I will end you.”) tried slouching further into the car’s seat. His knees hit the steering wheel. Qrow, in the backseat, was nearly folded in half. “I’m not sure this is… is this the only car you have available, Ms. Grey?” he asked the instructor.

She smiled.

“This is a standard size automobile, Mr. Branwen. If you cannot drive this, we will not grant you a license.”

Translation: suck it up, buttercup. Ozpin sighed and leaned his head back, only for it to collide with the car’s roof. “Very w—er. Why are there three pedals?”

Uh-oh.

Ozpin wasn’t a terrible driver. Reckless, and with a lead foot, but Qrow had felt good about this after he’d given him a few lessons.

However, Qrow had not taught him how to drive a stick shift.

“If you do not feel comfortable, Mr. Branwen, we can reschedule. The next available appointment is in four months—”

“This. Is. Fine,” Ozpin ground out. “I know the theory. It’s. Fine.”

It wasn’t fine.

“Wow,” Qrow marveled, an arm slung over Ozpin’s shoulders as they watched the car—cars, multiple, all six lanes of the highway closed—go up in flames. “I figured it’d go south, but. Damn, Oz.”

Ozpin let his head fall into his hands. Sitting in the back of another ambulance, Ms. Grey was doing the same. “I failed,” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” Qrow agreed, shaking the soot out of his hair. Across the way, another car burst into flames; firefighters swarmed the mess like bees, flinging water and ice Dust at the wreckage. “Hey, at least no one was hurt. And we can’t blame my Semblance for it this time.” He affected a snooty, feminine voice. “This is all on you, Mr. Branwen.”

That shouldn’t have earned a laugh out of him, but Ozpin chuckled anyway. “Thank you ever so much for the comfort in my time of need.” He sighed and leaned up heavily against him. “Will they let me try again, do you think?”

“What, get your driver’s license?” Qrow laughed. “Maybe in a hundred years.”

#drabble #ozqrow #cloqwork #ozpin #qrow branwen #ozpin is a disaster gay and therefore cannot drive #qrow loses his every six months #together they make the city streets unsafe for everyone!#gorgeousgalatea

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littlemisssquiggles · 4 years

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Pinehead Headcanons: Oscar’s Golden Circle

Man, Oscar’s got one heck of an awesome golden circle of friends.

Not only is this magical little barn prince bestie buds with the little red Grimm Reaper but he’s also the adopted baby brother of a White Knight, the Goddess of thunder and a literal freaking Ninja from a hidden leaf village. I mean that’s just cool on so many levels.

Fun analogies aside, this squiggly Pinehead is hoping that Oscar sharing close bonds with Ruby Rose, Jaune Arc, Lie Ren and Nora Valkyrie will be an integral part of his story and development going forward into the Atlas Arc.

Similar to how Ozpin had his own inner circle consisting of Qrow Branwen, Glynda Goodwitch, General James Ironwood and Professor Leonardo Lionheart, I’m anticipating this being repeated with Oscar where the RNJR gang will become his circle of close confidantes and most trusted allies.

(Holy shit, I’ve been using this .gif for the longest while and I’ve only just now noticed that the camera is framed on RNJR looking at Oscar in this known shot of Ruby complimenting Oscar on his new combat gear. I didn’t even realize that that Ren, Nora and Jaune were behind Ruby and my Pinehead heart is flipping out now because, if I needed any more signs about these four becoming Oscar’s Golden Circle, this is one of them).

Since Ozpin’s Circle comprised of known characters from the Wizard of Oz since Ozpin himself draws inspiration from the Wizard of Oz, this squiggle meister really, really likes the idea of Oscar’s Circle representing characters from the Little Prince since Oscar seems to be influenced by his character.

Already I can picture Ruby obviously representing the Rose in Oscar’s little prince story while Nora is the Fox. You’ve heard me voice these thoughts time and time again.

However, I’m not quite sure who Ren and Jaune will be from the Little Prince.

For Jaune, I’m toying with the idea of him being the Narrator or the Pilot in Oscar’s story since the Pilot was a character who befriended the Prince and told his story after they parted ways.

I think Jaune being the Pilot for Oscar’s story works very well for me. Personally, I really would love for Jaune to become a big brother character to Oscar; growing to care about him deeply and looking out for him just as much as Ruby does.

I still really love the idea of Jaune helping Oscar to sharpen and improve his tactical skills on the battlefield. I once shared a small theory about Jaune and Oscar bouncing off of each other with battle plans after Jaune noticed Oscar’s potential as a good strategist (similar to how Pyrhha acknowledged his potential). So Jaune, being the big bro that he is, does his best to nurture and encourage that side of the young boy, just as Pyrhha helped him long before.

I’ve grown weary of the Writers constantly fast-forwarding or downright omitting certain aspects of Oscar’s growth. It’d be nice if they took the time to show his progression and one idea I hope they do is showing more of Oscar’s growing bond with Jaune.

While I didn’t particularly like or enjoyed how they executed Jaune learning to appreciate Oscar’s presence on the hero team outside of Ozpin, I still recognized it as a highlight to indicate Jaune starting to chum up to Oscar.

Outside of Ruby Rose, Jaune Arc is the second character I’m hoping Oscar grows closest to. If Ruby is to be Oscar’s best friend (and potential love interest), Jaune, in my eyes, will be his big brother---both in arms and off the battlefield.

I’m looking at Ruby and Jaune to represent Oscar’s right and left hands---the people he turns to the most for guidance and comfort while Ren and Nora will form his legs (ironically)---representing the strong, firm, pillars that are meant to keep Oscar grounded and standing firm and tall.

It is for this reason why I’ve been advocating so much for Jaune to personally ask Oscar to join JNR so that Team JNPR can be revived.

And yes, I said JNPR. Not JNOR. Not even ORNJ. The leaders of each respective huntsmen team are always the first initials in their team name. This is why I never supported the ORNJ substitute team name since if Oscar is to join JNR, I don’t want him to be immediately appointed as the new leader---at least not right away while he’s still very green as a huntsman and certainly not while Jaune Arc is alive and well.

I wouldn’t expect him to. Jaune has always been the leader of his team. His part as a frontrunner has been important to his story since the get-go and I’d like for him to remain as leader of Team JNPR and continue to mature with that tactical and leadership role since my assumption has always been that Jaune Arc is destined to become a great leader at some point for his foreseeable future arc (like a Commanding General in the Second Great War of Remnant who goes down in history as the valiant commander who ended the second war to devastate the world).

Besides; JNR retaining their JNPR name after being revived is more meaningful to me. I like the idea of JNR once believing that their original team was lost after they lost Pyrhha only to have it rise from the ashes through Oscar who they will all soon realize is a perfect fit for them.

I really like the notion of Oscar’s presence in JNPR and his comradery with the remaining three symbolizing that he’s meant to complete them and make their family feel whole again. Because at the end of the day, that’s what JNPR was and who they will continue to be: A family.

Seriously, all arrows seem to be pointing to Oscar joining JNR and reviving JNPR. Not only is Oscar’s last name Pine (adding back the ‘P’ in JNPR) but who better to revive them than the kid whose theme is reincarnation. C’mon. It is too perfect!

So yeah, Jaune is Oscar’s Pilot, in my books.

This leaves Mr. Lie Ren. Who can Ren be in Oscar’s Little Prince Story?

If I may be very honest here, I don’t have the slightest clue. In rereading the descriptions for the characters from the Little Prince, none of them really stands out to me for fitting Ren at all.

It is for this reason why I’m starting to lean toward the thought of Ren sharing the role of the Wise Fox in Oscar’s Little Prince Story with Nora.

Ren and Nora have been together since the start of the series. They’ve even known each prior to the main story of RWBY. So much so that the show has drawn attention to it once or twice.

“...We’ve been friends for sooooo long. What are the odds we’d still be together. Well, not together-together...”

They are always together and the series constantly likes to emphasize just how powerful their bond is along with their devotion to one another is. Ren and Nora have been through a lot together after surviving the fall of Ren’s former home in Kunoyuri while living on their own as orphans alone in the world at such a tender age. And through it all, they stayed together. They stood by each other through thick and thing and their strong friendship is what eventually made for an even stronger and very fitting love and romance.

In a way, I’d like to believe that Renora are the embodiment of the important lesson that the Little Prince learnt from the Fox. The fox in the Little prince was a red fox and it is stated that red foxes are usually together in pairs.

Therefore, I think both Ren and Nora can be Oscar’s Fox. Yeah, that works well for me.

Overall, this just affirms what I’ve been saying for the longest while.

RNJR are meant to be Oscar’s Golden Circle.

JNR will become Oscar’s surrogate family and siblings in arms whereas Ruby will become Oscar’s best friend, closest confidante out of the four and possibly, the love of his life.

I’d expect nothing less given the small hints between Volumes 5 and 6. Then again, I wouldn’t put it past the Writers to make sudden changes to certain previously established character dynamics after seasons of build up so…perhaps I should just keep my theories to myself and wait and see what’s to come for V7.

But all in all, I still would like for this Pinehead headcanon to be something to become canon in some shape or form. Maybe. Possibly. We shall see soon.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

#rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #rwby theories #pinehead headcanons #rwby volume 7 theories #squiggles pinehead headcanons #team jnpr #team rnjr

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becomestormaa · 4 years

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‘ ... i heard stories about the branwen tribe when i was younger, as someone who lived in a village nearby. ’ it was a quiet night, soon after they’d landed in mistral and training with professor ozpin had ended for the day. ren was still riddled with the nightmares of their past, and for all the homesickness that came with leaving central mistral, there was a very good reason they avoided the trauma that came with staying. it’s why they found themselves in the kitchen this early in the morning, tea long gone cold while their book lie in front of them, untouched since the huntsman’s approach. still, ren looked down, turned the page, attempted to find where they’d stopped. ‘ they were the stories parents used to make sure children came home before nightfall. ’ another weighty pause, a sip of tea. ‘ i’m glad you aren’t involved in that anymore, mr. branwen. ’ @hrbinger / lucky dip sc.

#hrbinger #volume v.#thanks for liking my starter !#feel free to tell me if you'd like something else

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shadydirt · 3 years

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Biorb pretty

Day 2 - Decorations

#he wearing Oz’s sweater #I debated Oz wearing his sweater too to be like “’Oz only has 80 of the same sweater’#but he gets heart sweater #12 days of cloqwork #qrow branwen #mr professor ozpin branwen #professor ozpin #cloqwork #rwby #rwby qrow #rwby ozpin #rwby cloqwork

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cinnamon-pineforest · 5 years

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Boot to the head skit.

((I couldn't resist doing this. This is from a video I used to watch when I was younger. It’s audio is from a skit and someone put it to characters from the Phoenix Wright video game series. It’s kinda funny. Well, I decided to take some characters from RWBY and have them do this skit. Yes, I know they’re out of character in this. I did that on purpose. This version will include cannon characters from RWBY. They are @ozcarpin @cloqworkbird @the-birb-boii @qrowbranwen-isms @thegeneral-ironwood @esperhuntress @professor-goodwitch @ask-professor-goodwitch @summer-rose-isms @the-last-rose-gone @taiyang-too-long @the-dragon-dad @runawayxraven @quothxbranwen @ask-raven-branwen and any other blogs who use these characters for their muse(s).

Please don’t take this seriously. I did this just for fun. I also tweaked the lines for more of a laugh and to make it fit. With that said, I hope everyone gets a good laugh and enjoys this.))

Everyone was gathered in a room and some cameras were set up. Ozpin was standing in front of a podium while everyone else was sitting at tables with the exception of Summer. Raven and Ironwood were sitting together at one. Both had a black arm band around their arm. Qrow had a steel mug with him at his table. Taiyang was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. Glynda had on a hat on and a woven basket with her. Summer was off to the side with a large box of soft boots next to her.

Ozpin straightened out some papers. “As the executor of Miss Rose’s estate, I’ve been empowered to read Miss Rose’s last will and testament.”

Summer had to hold back a giggle and Qrow slumped in his chair. “Well, get on with it, the bar’s open soon.”

Raven was ‘crying’. “Oh, poor dear Summer.” She started ‘bawling’.

Ironwood patted her hand. “Oh, there, there Raven.”

Tai rolled his eyes. “Gods, how predictably boring.”

Glynda smiled. “I never worked for a kinder girl.”

“If we’re all seated, I’ll proceed with the reading.” said Ozpin.

“I knew it.” Commented Tai. Qrow just chuckled.

Ozpin picked up the papers and read his lines. “I, Summer Rose, being of sound mind and body-”

“That’s a laugh.” Said Qrow and he chuckled again.

The Huntsmen continued. “Do herby divide up my considerable estate as follows. To my overly emotional sister Raven.”

Raven started ‘crying’ loudly and put her head on the table. Ironwood patted her shoulder. “Raven, darling. He’s talking about us.”

She immediately stopped and sat straight up. “Oh.”

“Who grubbed with her husband James.” Read Ozpin. “Grubbed for everything they could get from me and then cried crocodile tears when I needed sympathy.”

“What?”

“To Raven, I leave, a boot to the head.”

“A what?” Summer then threw a boot at her. She fell to the floor when it hit her. “Ow!”

Ironwood turned to her. “Raven! Are you okay?”

Ozpin read another line. “And another boot to her wimpy husband James.”

Summer threw another boot at Ironwood. He fell to the floor too. “Ow!”

Qrow laughed and both Raven and Ironwood got back up and sat in their seats. Raven spoke up. “This is an outrage!”

Ozpin smirked. “Ah, but still. You are my sister. You both admired my Rolls Royce and since I no longer need it-”

“Oh, dear Summer. She’s too kind!”

“I bequeath, another boot to the head.”

“What?” Summer threw another boot at her and she fell to the floor again. “Ow!”

Qrow laughed and Ozpin had to keep himself from laughing too. “And one more for the wimp!”

Another boot was thrown at Ironwood. He fell to the floor too. “Ow!”

“Next! To my alcoholic brother.”

Qrow frowned. “Hey. I don’t want no boot to the head.” He then began to ‘drink’ from his mug.

“To dear Qrow who has never worked a day in his drunken life.”

He covered his head. “I’m covering up my head.”

“I leave my wine cellar and three crates of my finest whisky.”

Qrow straightened up. “....Really?”

“And a boot to the head.”

Summer threw a boot at him. “Oh!”

“And another for Raven and the wimp!”

She threw another pair at Raven and Ironwood.

Raven: Oh!

Ironwood: Ow!

“Next to my know-it-all nephew Taiyang.”

Said man rolled his eyes. “This is so predictable.”

Ozpin smirked. “I leave a boot to the head.”

A boot was thrown at Tai and he leaned onto the table after it hit him. “I knew it.”

“And one for Raven and the wimp.”

Yet another pair was thrown at them.

Raven: Oh!

Ironwood: Ah!

“This takes care of family obligations.” said Ozpin. “Now to Mrs. Goodwitch.”

Goodwitch acted a bit nervous. “Oh. I don’t want nothing.”

“Who took care of me faithfully these many, many years. Who cared, made me laugh, brought me tea.”

She smiled. “Oh, I didn’t mind.”

“To Mrs. Goodwitch, I bequeath a boot to the head.”

Summer threw a boot at Goodwitch.

“And one for Raven and the wimp!”

Raven: Ah!

Ironwood: Oh!

“And so, to my cat Mittens. I leave my entire vast, boot to the head!”

Summer played cat sounds from her scroll. She had to really keep herself from laughing. Ozpin continued when the audio was finished playing. “And finally, to my lawyer, who has helped me on this will. I leave not a boot to the head. But a rabid Tasmanian devil-” He began to act nervous. “-to be placed in his trousers?!”

Summer played the sounds of a Tasmanian devil on her scroll and Ozpin acted like it was attacking him. “Ah! And-and I leave my entire estate of ten million lein to the people of Vale so they can afford to move somewhere decent!”

When the audio of finished Oz acted like he was relieved that the ‘attack’ was over. Summer tried not to burst out laughing as they wrapped up the skit. Everyone straightened back up.

“Is that it?” Asked Ironwood.

“That’s it?!” Added Taiyang.

“That’s disgraceful!” Commented Qrow.

Ozpin shook his head. “There’s one last thing for everyone.”

Qrow had to hide a smile. “Cover your heads everyone!”

“I leave everyone a lifetime supply of ice cream.”

Ironwood: Ice cream?

Qrow: Ice cream?

Taiyang: Ice cream? That’s all?

Oz nodded. “That’s all.”

Goodwitch pipped up. “What flavor is it?”

“Boot to the head!”

Summer threw boots at everybody. When she was done she finally burst out laughing. “This was hysterical! You guys were awesome!”

Qrow smirked. “What can I say? I’m a natural born actor.”

Ironwood sighed. “Can I get back to work now?”

Raven nodded. “I would like to leave too.”

Summer began to help Oz and the others put everything up. “Sure. I’ll start editing and cleaning up the video tomorrow.” She grinned. “This is going to be awesome!”

#something for fun #please don't take it seriously #parody #short story #parody short story #rwby ozpin #rwby qrow #rwby summer rose #rwby raven #rwby taiyang #rwby glynda #rwby ironwood #rwby #james ironwood #glynda goodwitch #ozpin #qrow branwen #raven branwen #summer rose

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hinduthatrecallsallincarnations · 5 years

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After Salem is defeated (Red vs Blue, S15, E5):

Ozpin/Oscar: politely "Why don't we start with the simple question of how you've arrived here?"

Lisa Lavender: authoritatively "Nuhuh. We just risked our lives and our careers going from continent to continent for answers. Our questions first."

Raven: leans back in her chair "What do you want?"

Lisa L.: questioningly "We want to know what happened after your supposed defeat of Salem."

Jaune: sighs exasperatedly "Lots of bullshit. I don't even know where the fuck to start."

Yang: inappropriately curious "Is this before or after we turned off the Temple. Because if it's before, this is gonna get NSFW real quick."

Weiss and Blake: shouting "WE PROMISED NOT TO TALK ABOUT THAT!" looks at each other, looks away, blushing

Lisa: confused "Wait, what Temple?"

Qrow: leans forward "So, Salem had a bunch of these Temple tower things surrounding her personal tower, and each one did a different thing. The Temple they're talking about is the Temple of Procreation."

Ozpin/Oscar: elaboratively "It was meant to be a sort of failsafe should she succeed in subjugating the planet. This way, she could raise the humans in her image - quickly, too. It was..." looks around awkwardly "...effective."

Jaune: happy "Oh, yeah. After we killed Salem, we partied fuckin' hard!"

Yang: pleased "Y'all keep saying that! It all felt normal to me!"

Raven: factually "You were a virgin before the events at Salem's base of operations."

Yang: sharply looks at her "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!"

Raven: smugly opens small portal, and sticks her finger in it

Yang: blushing, swats away finger floating next to her

Raven: quietly retracts finger and deactivates portal

Nora: "Oh, and these two-" points at Weiss and Blake "-are just mad because we locked them in a closet together."

Weiss and Blake: looks at her "SHUT UP!"

Blake: deflectively "And put on some fucking clothes!"

Lisa's Cameraman: seriously curious "Why is she naked?"

Lisa: annoyed "That's your first question??" in realization "Ah, that must be why the planet was in an aphrodisiac-like frenzy for a little while."

Weiss: sharply "THE SUBJECT!"

Blake: sharply "CHANGE IT!"

Raven: initiating "To actually answer your question, after the events with Salem, we decided we all needed some R&R."

Qrow: factually "We fuckin' earned it. Even Ozpin agreed!"

Ozpin/Oscar: elaboratively "I decided that if I'm going to have one last life, I may as well make it a normal one."

Jaune: dramatically "No more adventures? Fuck yeah, I was on board! I'm tired of running around doing the adults' job!"

Ozpin, Qrow, Raven: pointedly looks at him

Jaune: purposefully ignores them

Blake: expositly "Ozpin told us of this isolated island and set us up here. There was an old fort left here and we cleaned it up."

Ruby: explaining "Everyone acclimated to the peace in different ways." points at Yang "Some of us were naturals."

Yang: smug "Don't hate the player."

Ruby: factually "Mom got hopelessly depressed after not dying heroically to Salem to prevent having to deal with Uncle Qrow."

Raven: indignant immediately "L I E S A N D S L A N D E R !"

Ruby: defensively "But, you said-"

flashback

Raven: factually "I am now hopelessly depressed after not dying heroically to Salem to prevent having to deal with my dumbass of a brother."

end flashback

Jaune: deceptively accusatory "Mrs Branwen wasn't the only one having a hard time adjusting to inaction."

Everyone: turns to Weiss

Weiss: annoyed, snaps "What?"

Ozpin/Oscar: amused "Fortunately, we found a tutor."

flashback

Weiss: seriously "Help me, Yang. Help me to be the laziest."

Yang: sitting comfortably on the ground, mock nirvana pose "You are not ready, grasshopper."

Weiss: snaps "WHAT THE FU"

end flashback

Raven: hesitantly "It...didn't go well..."

Blake: pipes up "Also, it turns out, this island had some native life forms never found before, but...they weren't the nicest."

flashback

Weiss, Blake, Yang: running the fuck away from a growling noise

Yang: shouting "RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!"

Blake: hungry "I CAN'T DIE AS FOOD! OOOOOH, THE IRONY!"

end flashback

Ren: expositly "While we were debating whether or not dying as food was ironic," turns to Nora "Nora made friends with them."

Yang: annoyed "Because of course she fucking did."

flashback

Nora: stands proudly on top of gigantic monster, petting it "Oh, who's a good girl?! Who's a good girl?!"

Raven: shouts up "Corgis are better!"

Ren: shouting "Nora! Get down from there!"

Weiss: hopelessly bored "Tell it to fight me!"

end flashback

Weiss: angrily "And then Blake somehow burnt down our only form of nearly modern shelter!"

Blake: defensively "Okay, first of all, lube isn't normally flammable! And B, it was just a simple mishap of dropping the entire bottle on top of my fish scented candles!"

Ruby: accusingly "But you were trying to shove the candles up your ass!"

Blake: AGGRESSIVELY DEFENSIVE "YOU CAN'T PROVE THAT!"

Jaune: annoyed "And since eighty percent of our rations burnt down with our fort, FATASS over here-" gestures to Ruby "-decided to eat some native mushrooms that deceptively looked like cookies."

flashback

Ruby: walks up to some mushroom cookie looking things "Hello, sexies."

a moment later

Ruby: running around everyone in slow motion

end flashback

Blake: expositely "After deliberating for long enough, we figured that they somehow reversed the effect of Semblances," gestures to Qrow "so Qrow ate some."

Qrow: annoyed "Turns out, they don't."

Everyone: silently staring at him

Qrow: narrows eyes "I'm not explaining what happened."

Raven: amused "He was sent to another dimension."

flashback

Qrow: in a dark place, alone, echoing words "Hello?"

end flashback

Ozpin/Oscar: almost laughter "I told them afterwards that it was actually meant to increase the potency of their Semblances by 5,600%."

Nora: in remembrance "Oh! And while everyone was arguing on how Ruby's Semblance increased in potency by going slower, we formed the best band ever!"

Ruby: deflectively "NORA! CLOTHES!"

Nora: conceding "Sheesh! Alright!" leaves room

Qrow: leans forward excitedly "Oh, yeah! And we even got Raven to sing!"

Raven: blushes, looks away "Oh, God."

Weiss: honestly "She can sing very well! We sang many duets!"

Yang: happily "Turns out, my mom was an old k-pop singer during her time at Beacon!"

Lisa: curiously "How did you convince her to tell you that?"

Blake: deadpan "We didn't. Oscar suggested it."

Ruby: annoyed "Ugh. While that awesomeness was happening, Nora somehow built an entire robotic army to invade the area just so we would have something to fight - since Grimm weren't on the island."

Jaune: guffaws "But they all malfunctioned, so they started fighting the wildlife instead!"

flashback

Everyone: staring at the vibrant display in complete and utter silence

Ozpin/Oscar: hesitant amazement "I have seen many amazing things in my life. But this? ...this takes the fucking cake."

end flashback

Blake: dismissively "It was the first we'd ever heard the professor swear, too, so that just tells you how crazy it was."

Yang: almost laughter "And then Raven convinced Qrow that Ozpin fucked the first Maidens."

Qrow: slightly indignant "Hey! It was to be expected!"

Raven: grossed out "That ain't happening."

Ozpin/Oscar: deadpan "I wasn't inviting."

Raven: succinct "Good."

Jaune: moving on "Then Nora found a new enemy. One that would keep her occupied for the rest of our time here."

flashback

Nora: shouting "FOR FAR TOO LONG, WE HAVE BEEN OPPRESSED! CRUSHED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF OURSELVES! IF WE DON'T START STANDING UP TO OUR MORTAL FOE, GRAVITY, BY GOD WHO WILL?!"

nearby

Oscar/Ozpin: practically terrified "Are we really going to let them do this?"

Qrow: agreement "What the kid said."

Raven: amused "Why not see where it goes?"

later

Nora: shouting "CHAAARRRRGGGEEEE!"

Raven: drives everyone into the ocean

end flashback

Nora: glares at Raven

Raven: unperturbed "I told you I couldn't drive."

Jaune: annoyed "But that just meant that team RWBY both had the tactical advantage in amount of people and equipment."

flashback

Nora: drillingly "Gentlemen, we simply cannot allow team RWBY to have superiority over us! WE MUST TAKE THE FIGHT TO THEM!"

Jaune: annoyed "Oh, Remnant Christ."

end flashback

Blake: expositly "It made us realize that this whole Team RWBYJNR thing wasn't going to work, so we attempted trying to use forms of government to decide the leader..."

Ozpin/Oscar: curiously "Oh. Qrow, Raven, and I weren't there, actually. Did it go well?"

RWBYJNR: looks at each other

flashback

Yang: "I vote Yangarchy."

Blake: sharp sigh "You can't vote yourself, you dumbass."

Nora: "MONARCHY!" flexes with Magnhild in hand "The one wielding the gigantic hammer is worthy!"

Weiss: "Plutocracy."

Yang: "Huh?"

Blake: sighs “Plutocracy is a form of government where it is indebted to and/or controlled by the rich. It can transform any other kind of government into a plutocratic version of itself if the rich come to power."

Ruby: "Technocracy."

Yang: "What?"

Blake: sighs "Technocracy is a form of government where those of knowledge - like weapon engineers, for example - would lead the government in lieu of politicians and businessmen."

Yang: "Oh!"

Ren: "Timocracy."

Yang: "Not to sound like a broken record, buuuuu-"

Blake: sighs "Rule by the worthy."

Jaune: "Patriarchy."

Yang: looks at Blake "That's obvious."

Nora: "OOO! I know! How about Malarkey?!"

Blake: "Nora, that's actually not a form of government. It just means meaningless talk and nonsense."

RWBYJNR: silently stares at one another

end flashback

Blake: looks at Ozpin/Oscar "Malarkey won."

Nora: comes back CLOTHED "Oh, yeah. Everyone thought I was dead just because they couldn't find me."

Raven: explaining "Turns out, she was just..." trips over her words a bit "...sk-skinny dipping."

Blake: angrily "And then Ruby, out of a prank, decided to spike my meal with some of her damn mushrookies this morning!"

Yang: in bliss "I'm so proud of her!"

flashback

Blake: randomly teleporting "HO-" snap "-LY-" snap "-FUCK-" snap "-ING-" snap "-SHIT!" snap

Nora: in the distance "Has anyone seen my tanning oil?! I accidentally put on some of Blake's lube instead!"

Ren: shouting "NORA! CLOTHES! We have guests!"

Ruby: shouts at Ren "THE ROLLING GEMS!"

Ren: shouts back at Ruby "R-POP!"

Raven: crashes vehicle "I CAN'T FUCKING GET IT!"

end flashback

Blake: in conclusion "So...here we are."

Jaune: lamenting "It's been awful! Instead of a peaceful retirement, it's just the SAME damn SHIT, with the SAME DAMN PEOPLE!"

Raven: in complete and utter amazement "Also, the weirdest thing happened!"

Lisa: looks to her "What?"

Everyone: slowly turns towards Qrow

Raven: "Qrow...stopped...drinking..."

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Owing a favor pt. 3; Unexpected visit

*In the midst of morning, within the household of the Xiao Long-Branwen-Rose-Arc's, Raven Branwen was enjoying her breakfast, along with the family's beloved corgi, Zwei. But, Raven wasn't eating for she had already ate, and was now feeding her niece, Frost Schnee-Branwen, beloved daughter of Qrow Branwen and Winter Schnee.*

Raven: Here comes the flock of migrating geese! *she said in a sing-song tone, whistling as the spoonful of veggie flavored baby food made it's way to the infant's mouth, Frost taking in joyous satisfaction.*

Frost: *giggles softly and tries to chew her food, only to make a gooey mess the moment she opened her mouth and onto her bib.*

Raven: And I thought Ashlyn was a messy eater... *Raven quipped about her granddaughter. She whipped Frost's mouth, the infant almost leaning in under her aunt's touch, but Raven somewhat recoiled at the gesture. But her hand stayed near her niece's face.* Just one more day..... *she said quietly to herself.* Just then, a knock came from the door, almost scaring the ex-bandit leader out of her skin. Yet a familiar voice came from the door. Two familiar voices, to be exact.*

Oobleck: Hello, is anyone home?! *he shouted*

Port: We thought we'd stop by and visit! Tai? Qrow? Are you there??? *The mustachioed Hunter followed up.*

Raven: *She sighed in relief.* I'll be right there! *She replied*

*Both of them were audibly surprised, both by the response and who gave it.*

Port: Oh, Mrs. Branwen! Fancy meeting you here. Errr...why exactly, are you here? He asked.*

Oobleck: We thought you went with your brother and husband to that meeting!

Raven: Yeah well, change of plans came up. *She said while walking up to the door. Opening it, she finished.* They stuck me with my brother and Winter's kid for the time being. And the runt and her boyfriend's kids, my daughter's kid, Winter's sister's kids, AND the Cat and Monkey Faunus' kids are all down in Mistral right now. *She said pointing eastward.* Wouldn't want to be them.

Port: Well, Mrs. Belladonna and Mr. Wukong will have Kali and Ghira to help them out. *He said hopefully*

Ooobleck: Aaaaaahhh, family needs. Anywho, Mrs. Branwen, we stopped and came by to tell you something. May we come in?

Raven, shrugging: Right this way, gentleman. *She gestured them to the inside.*

*As they made their way through the living room, they walked into the kitchen to see Frost sitting in her highchair. She looked and tilted her head at Port and Oobleck*

Port: Oh my, what an adorable little girl, you are!

Raven: Yup. That's my brother and sister-in-law's little crotchling alright.

Oobleck: Let me take a look. *He said quizzically. He walked over and put his pinky finger near her hand, to which she immediately grabbed, laughing.* Hmmmmm...good grip, strong mind. *He moved his hand to her mouth, she held her mouth open for a good minute, giving the green haired Professor time look in her mouth, commenting.* Healthy!

Raven: Ooookay, enough with the scientist experiment on my niece, please and thank you. *She said, picking up Frost from her seat and into Raven's arms.*

Oobleck: Sorry, Mrs. Branwen. When Frost here was born, the doctors said she was a bit jaundiced and, quote, "in a state similar to hypothermia", I presume?

Raven: *She stopped and paused for a moment, thinking back to when her sister-in-law just got done giving birth to the child she held in her arms at that moment.* Y-yeah, we don't know what happened there...hell even the doctors don't know what to make of that hypothermic scare.

Port: The important thing is that she's here and she's fine.

Raven: Yeah...you're right. *She said softly and caringly, she turned to Frost smiling, feeling her eyes get glassy and heavy. Frost giggled to her aunt, rubbing her face into Raven's shoulder.* So, what'd you two come to tell me? *She said sitting down in a chair at the table.*

Oobleck: Oh, yes! Absolutely, one second. *He reached into his backpack, pulling out a tablet. On it was a display of Remnant.* Did Taiyang, Qrow, or Mrs. Schnee tell why they had to go to that meeting?

Raven: Not really, they were in kind of a hurry. All they said that it was really important.

Oobleck: I was afraid that might've been the case...

Port. clearing his throat: You see Mrs. Branwen, there has been a strangely large spike in Grimm activity over the past several years...despite Salem's demise...

Raven, eyes widening a little: But that's impossible...how could they still be alive?! *She was utterly dumbfounded*

Oobleck: That's the scary part, no one knows where this came from! Not even Ozpin himself knows how or why...

Raven, paling in horror: So what's your tablet for? Where exactly they're popping up? * She questioned*

Oobleck and Port: Precisely. *Oobleck continued* There have been several cases of your average Grimm sittings and the occasional run in. Hunters and Huntresses are already having to come out of retirement because of it. Look here in Atlas, locals have claimed to see a large half-deer, half-human Grimm. As far as up in the mountains or near the base of villages.

Port: And here in Vacuo, there was a strange occurrence of King Taijutu like one. Though it wasn't conjoined at the body, but rather it had two heads atop its body.

Raven: *The onyx haired woman could only stare in disbelief and shock. Grimm were coming back, and in different forms no less?!* I honestly can't wrap my head around this...

Oobleck: Unfortunately, it gets worse and weirder from here.*'Of course it does', Raven thought to herself.* Some Grimm have been seen having strange crystal like growths coming out of them. Some green crystals that have caused unusual mutation but no real change in behavior, and others with magenta-black crystals, but have fallen off after causing the Grimm to mutate, rendering the crystals drained of their power. Upon further inspection, these crytals have been identified as some new undiscovered type of Dust!

Port: I understand if this is a lot to take in, Mrs. Branwen, but bear with us when we say we haven't the slightest clue of what's causing this either...

Raven: *She almost felt like this was a dream. That the war with Salem was over, and Remnant could finally be at peace. But now, she wishes she was dreaming, and not living in the reality that the Creatures of Grimm have returned, in greater numbers and undergone horrid transformations. She raked her hand through her mop of hair, letting out a long exhale* Is...is that all you came by to tell me...?

Port: It appears so... *He said almost somberly*

Oobleck: *Packig his tablet back up, he broke the silence* Thank you for your time, Mrs. Branwen.

Raven: No, thank you. It was nice having company stop by for once in a while. And please, call me Raven, let's skip these formalities.

Port, chuckling: Heheh, it was no problem, Raven. Glad we could make our stay a welcome one. And a farewell to you, little miss Frost! *He said, trodding off to the door and exiting, Frost laughing and attempting her best at waving bye.*

Oobleck: We'll see you later, and if anything happens, don't be afraid to call us. We'll be down here with Glynda and James as soon as we can!

Raven: Thanks, appreciate it. See you later. *And like that, Oobleck was off, not too far behind his colleague Port. Raven walked out to the porch, watching the two professors chat and gradually fade out in the distance.* Those two never get tired of each other I swear.

Frost: *Lets out a long yawn. 'Speaking of tired', Raven thought.* Let's get you down for a nap, honey. *Raven said quietly, walking back inside with the tired infant.*

-----

*Far off in the distance, a young man in a gray short-sleeve hoddie on a ledge, looking down towards the residence. His bandaged arms, concealing black vein-like markings, his piercing crimson eyes with black sclera from behind glasses, a ghoulishly toothy grin spread across his face. Lowly laughing to himself, saying.* Ooohhh what they don't know...heheheheheheheeee...*A gust of wind kicks up, blowing the hood from his head, revealing silvery, bone white hair and more black vein markings around his neck.* I'm coming for you, Ruby Rose. I will have my vengeance.........

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