He woke with a start. A cool wind brushed against his prone form. "Where...where am I?" he thought as he opened his eyes. He rubbed his head, black and spiky hair waving in the breeze. Wherever he was, it was cold. The young man got up and looked around, trying to get a grasp on his surroundings. It was light out, and sunlight was bursting through the trees, bathing the the area around him in a soft green light, filtering through the leaves like they were a million panes of stained glass.
"At the very least, I do not appear to be in any immediate danger," he said as he tried to collect his thoughts. "I really must have hit my head rather hard. I can't seem to remember much about what was happening before I woke up." He grimaced. "I wonder what I'm doing here." He looked to his right, and saw two spears wrapped almost entirely in cloth lying next to him. He reached for them, only to see them apparently disappear from in front of him.
"I'm afraid not, my friend. I'm not sure how you managed to find this place, and even more confused as to how you apparently materialised in front, but whatever the answer is, I'm quite sure that trusting you with those spears is an unwise decision at this point," said a voice behind him. The young man turned around to see an older man in a suit and scarf, as well as some rather...strange glasses standing there. "I believe I deserve an explanation." he said."My name is Ozpin. Now, tell me who you are, how you got here, and why you materialised in my meditation cave," Ozpin said as he produced the spears he had swiped earlier and pointed one of them at his unwanted visitor.
"This is a cave? It must be rather large."
"Yes, quite. That is, however, irrelevant to the matter at hand."
The young man bowed. "Of course. Forgive me, it was never my wish to intrude upon you here, in what is obviously a very personal space. In all honesty, I have no idea where I am or how I got here. Apart from your name, I also know nothing of you. "
"Your story seems unlikely. I suppose you may have lost some memory when you came here. I would still like an explanation as to how you got here, although I believe asking you would be pointless at this point." He stopped to sip his coffee. "Although I find it likely that you have a teleportation semblance, given the nature of your arrival, even the most powerful manipulators of space alive can only move sevaral miles, and it is incredibly exhausting. Seeing as how this cave is quite far from civilization, you would have still had to travel many miles through the forest before teleporting yourself." Ozpin started pacing, obviously trying to figure out the conundrum in front of him. "This forest is infested with Grimm. I'm quite frankly astonished that someone as young as you survived out there. You must be quite skilled with these spears."
The young man grinned, his smile suddenly seeming almost feral, yet cunning at the same time. "I suppose I am." he said.
"Well, then, I suppose that for now we should head back. Although I suggest you come with me. I doubt the forest will be kind to someone with apparent memory loss." He started to walk away, then abruptly turned again, realizing he had forgotten something. "One more thing," he said. " I believe that earlier I asked for your name?"
The young man grinned that disarming smile again and bowed. "My name? A tentative subject matter indeed. Yet given your trust of me so far, I suppose it is only fair that I trust you as well. You may call me Diarmuid."
"A strange name, to be sure," Ozpin said. "Not that I'm not used to those." he added. Diarmuid game him a questioning look. Seeing it, Ozpin elaborated on his vague statement as he pressed several buttons on his scroll. "I am a professor at a school for young warriors. Many of them have very...unique...personalities, with names to match."
"A school for young warriors? I must say, this sounds quite interesting. Although the loss of my memory is quite severe, really, there's not much more I remember other than my name and my spears, I would be quite interested in seeing what such a place has to offer. I don't suppose you have any spear users that could use some help?"
Ozpin nearly spat out his coffee laughing. "Oh, you are a confident one! I don't think I could offer a job to someone your age, particularly without any resume, but you certainly look young enough to apply, although you would certainly be a couple years older than the rest of my first year students. They're all 17 or 18, by the way."
This felt wrong to Diarmuid. While he wasn't old by any means, he certainly felt older than that. WIthout his memory though, he really felt that it was probably the best option available to him. At least, a school would allow him a chance to get a clearer understanding of his surroundings. Perhaps someone at this school would even be able to help cure his memory loss.
"That sounds like an interesting proposition. While I'm rather confident that I am a far more dangerous warrior than you seem to believe, I'm sure that I will only prove that to you with my actions, rather than with my words...Professor."
Ozpin looked at Diarmuid questioningly. "You're really that certain you can pass the entrance exam? While the written portion is rather easy, less than 2 percent of my applicants make it past the combat part of the exam." He looked up at the sky, apparently waiting for something. "I shall give you your spears back when we arrive at Beacon. You're quite lucky, by the way. Entrance exams are being conducted as we speak. While your application will be rather late, I'm sure I can pull some strings to get you tested."
"I appreciate it, Professor. I assure you, you shall not be disappointed in my abilities." Diarmuid said. "Although, given my memory loss, perhaps I could skip the written part of the exam." Ozpin nodded at this. Diarmuid turned, hearing a noise approaching in the distance. Ozpin turned with him, looking to the sky.
"Oh yes, I believe that is our ride," Ozpin said. He grinned. "Ever ridden in a private jet?" he said as a jet approached and began to lower itself through the huge cave entrance to pick them up.
"I suppose I wouldn't know, now would I?" quipped Diarmuid. With that, he took a step onto the ramp that had been lowered down for them. Ozpin followed, and they were on their way.