Headmaster Ozpin was usually a very busy man. Between running Vale's most prestigious Huntsman Academy and being one of the leading political figures in the kingdom, he really did not have all that much time on his hands. So with the new year's initiation completed earlier that day, he was currently taking advantage of his limited free time by taking a stroll through the gardens in the evening light.
It was the start of fall and all the flowers were still in bloom. They would only remain this beautiful for maybe a week before the colder weather would take its toll. It was fitting. The new and innocent students would learn soon that the road they have chosen is not easy. It is cold and unforgiving. He only hoped that all of them would make it through to bloom again at the end of the year, both students and flowers.
The gentle smile he had been wearing melted away as suddenly the wind picked up. Glancing around, Ozpin only had a moment to prepare himself for a potential threat when a burst of light erupted from one pathway over. Turning himself to face the disturbance, he was immediately put on edge when a Alpha Beowolf, a young faunus and a young man came barreling out of a small ripple in the air before catching themselves and landing on their feet. Ozpin's grip on his cane tightened as he prepared to end the things existence, when he heard the boy begin a quick chant.
He was stunned when a glyph, a semblance unique to the Schnee lineage, came to life just in front of the young man's outstretched hand, glowing a soft yellow as it spun. The Beowolf made a lunge for the boy, however the girl intercepted it with a feral roar as her leg crashed into the Grimm, knocking it to the side. As the Grimm righted itself, the boy finished his chant with a loud shout as the glyph's purpose was revealed.
"INFERNO SPIRAL!"
With the young man's declaration came a torrent of fire, spiraling out of the glyph at rapid speeds and consuming the Alpha Beowolf. Eyes widening in surprise, Ozpin watched as the Beowolf was incinerated. It hadn't even had time to release a whine of pain, becoming ash in the wind within a second. The fire then continued onward, leaving whatever plants were in its path decimated in its wake, before impacting the side of the school. When the glow of the flames finally died, the true power of the fire became clear. The stone exterior of the building had been melted. The molten rock slowly cooling as it pooled near the base of the wall. Thankfully, only the first few inches of the wall had melted, but the damage was still impressive.
Ozpin could only stare at the destruction, to stunned by the abruptness of it all to know just how he wanted to react yet. However he was snapped out of his slight stupor when the two new arrivals began talking.
"Master, perhaps using fire spells in the college gardens was not the best way to take care of the beast." the young woman said. Now having a moment to actually look at the two new people he noticed she was a cat faunus. Her hair was a pure black, pulled back in a low ponytail with her bangs loose and wild. She had bright amber eyes, very much resembling the first year Blake Belladonna. In fact, she could have been her twin had Ozpin not known better. However her outfit was completely different.
She wore a light white blouse with a black long coat over it, with tight black pants that ended just past her knees, leading into greaves comprised of pitch black metal and black leather. Her arms were bare beyond her elbows, revealing what appeared to be some sort of mark branded onto her left wrist. Around her neck was a black ribbon, the bow tied in the back with a small silver bell suspended in the front, lightly chiming with her movements.
"Yeah…" the young man agreed, "probably should have thought that through a little more. But hey, at least the thing's dead." The boy was somewhat short, wearing what appeared to be some kind of black and red monks robe, with red dyed leather bracers and greaves. His black pants had numerous pockets along the sides and his belt had a few vials and flasks strapped along it. Across his shoulders he wore a thick black cloak, scaled with what appeared to be small scale plates made of a red colored metal, which hung all the way down to the ground. Despite the slight breeze, the cloak showed next to no signs of movement from the wind. The hood was currently drawn up, obscuring his features from view. If Ozpin had to guess, the young man was probably slightly younger that his first years, with perhaps the exception of Ms. Rose.
"True, but now you have to explain the the headmaster not only why you were casting a summoning unsupervised, but also what you were fighting to have done this much damage." she responded with a scowl, motioning towards the trench of destruction the small hurricane of fire had created. The young man let out a resigned sigh as he turned to face the destruction. Then he smirked.
"Only if the old man finds out." He stated with a grin. Taking a wide stand with his palms extended towards the charred earth and vegetation, he began to chant once again. As he did, a green glyph sprang to life beneath him, slowly oscillating, as his chant progressed. Feeling the need to intervene before more damage is dealt to his school, Ozpin took a quick step forward before stopping as once again he witnesses something truly surprising.
The flowers and bushes that were destroyed by the fire faded from charred black to a healthy green as they slowly but surely begin growing back! This level of Dust manipulation was completely unheard of. Ozpin watched in awe, behind a mask of only slight surprise, as the garden slowly returned to its former beauty. However his time as merely an observer had finally come to an end. The faunus had heard his foot tap against the stone pathway and turned, eyes widening as she saw him.
Instead of responding with suspicion or hostility however, she gave as small squeak in surprise.
"Pst… Master," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth, never taking her eyes off him.
"Just a few more seconds Bell." the boy replied, still focused on his task.
"Seriously Master turn around!" the girl, Bell, shouted this time. Still not facing away from him.
"What?-" The boy questioned, turning to face her. Following her line of sight, he found himself looking at Ozpin.
"…oh," the boy said nervously, immediately abandoning his current task and spinning to face him. "Hey there headmaster." The boy said nervously.
This finally brought Ozpin out of his stunned state completely. Turning his head to the boy he simply stares at him.
"I'm in trouble, aren't I?" the boy asks, a nervous chuckle following the question.
"Yes I would say that you are." Ozpin replied, pausing to take a sip out of his mug. "However before we get to that, I believe there are some questions that are in need of answers."
"Alright fine.." the boy immediately concedes, looking at the ground. And then, much to Ozpin's surprise, begins rambling. "I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you. I thought that I could easily subjugate a Black Heart so I went ahead and summoned one. I know you said that it would be awhile before I could control it but that's why I went with the Lycan type rather than the more dangerous ones. Anyway, it turns out that I wasn't quite up to snuff on my Psyconis spells and couldn't quite bring the thing to heel. So I had Bell with me as a precaution. We managed to kill it, at the cost of some of the school's flowers, and I am REALLY sorry so can I finish fixing the flowers and NOT have to be Professor Oobleck's test subject...again…?"
Ozpin honestly had no idea how to respond to most of this. Many of the terms the young man was using were foreign. He had never heard the term Black Heart or Lycan to describe a creature of Grimm, and had no clue how one would even go about summoning one let alone controlling it. Yet this boy seemed well aware of him and even treated him as if he were one of his teachers. He also seemed to know Bartholomew, which only brought about even more confusion.
"As interesting as that is. You still have not answered the main question that I wanted to ask." Ozpin replied. Giving a rather stern glare to the two, both of whom shrunk back a bit.
"Who are you two and what are you doing at my Academy? You aren't students, or at least ones that I recognize."
This seemed to catch both of them off guard. "Headmaster? What are you talking about?!" Bell asked, eyes wide.
"I have never met either of you before." Ozpin responded curtly, taking another sip from his mug.
"Oz, come on, you personally picked me to come here." the boy said hesitantly.
"Yet I have no recollection of this." Ozpin refuted.
Reaching up and pulling back his hood, the boy looked back at him. He was clearly no more than maybe 15 years old. His face was narrow and he was rather pale. His hair was a dark black however the tips fade into a deep crimson. His bangs came down partially over his eyes and the rest of his hair was bound in a wolftail behind his head. However, his most off putting and distinct feature was without a doubt the bright silver eyes that now stared back at him.
"Professor Ozpin it's me, Ruby, Rubeus Raven Rose."