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A soft glow emanated from the windows of a large, low building, colored white to blend with the snow, inside, hunched over a work bench was a tall looking man with a white fluffy tail coming from just above his thick insulated pants, a black, leather apron hung around his shoulders, and over his torso was a thick, protective shirt, that had sleeves that extended down to his wrists, where leather gloves covered his hands, over his head, he wore a helm of sorts, colored a deep brown, his fingers carefully moved pieces with a pair of tweezers, carefully, he finished assembling the device that was no large than his palm, and only a quarter inch thick. He took a careful step back as he removed his helmet, shaking his messy white hair loose from its confined state, as well as a pair of white fox ears, which perked up at being free, each appendage twitching rapidly as if to rid themselves of the memory of the helmet.

The snow fox faunas took turned to a console and eagerly began typing on the holographic keyboard, after he punched in a few last commands, he turned back to the device he had been working on.

It shuttered, then lifted off the table a few inches, and stopped, maintaining a hover. "Haha!" The snow fox yipped, in a high, excited tone, then lowered to his normal, silky voice. "I di-" The device exploded, interrupting him.

"Another failure?" A slightly deeper voice, with a gruff edge to it asked.

The faunas turned to see a man leaning against a support pillar, wearing a pair of worn black jeans, a tight black shirt, and a tattered black cloak that hung from his shoulders, linking together below his neck, his black hair falling down over his black eyes. "Ah, Sage. You're back. It wasn't a complete failure, I did get some data off it, a few more prototypes, and we'll go through a revolution."

"You mean, another revolution, since you've cause, what three already? Come on Frost, isn't overtaking the SDC in income enough for you?" The man, Sage asked.

The faunas, Frost, scoffed. "It's not about the income my dear friend, I aim to make life better in the god forsaken world."

"Speaking of which." Sage said, standing strait. "I've got our applications." He said, bringing up his scroll and sending a few files to Frost's scroll.

"Ah, thanks..." Frost looked into Sage's eyes. "You sure about this? You don't have to if yo-"

Sage lifted a hand, cutting him off, with an amused shake of his head, Sage said. "As much as it pains me to owe you anything, you did save me, my life is yours, I go where you go, old friend."

Frost grunted. "I told you, I was just helping out a friend." He turned away as he pulled off his apron, and hung it on a rack. "Anyhow. I'm done here for tonight." He stretched. "It starts in one month correct?"

"Correct." Sage affirmed. "Spar?" He asked.

Frost smirked. "If you wanna get your ass handed to you, why not?"

Sage grinned. "You really think you take me?"

Frost replied with a grin. "Just let me get Tsuki Resu (Moon Lace) and Raijin (Thunder god)."

Sage's grin took a savage tone. "You're going with both this time?"

"Well, I figured if I was going to beat you, I might as well do it right and destroy you."

Sage pouted. "That's not nice."

Frost gave a wolfish grin. "It wasn't meant to be."

Frost stretched as he stepped off the bullhead, he was dressed in his normal attire, consisting of a pair of white slacks, white button down shirt, a white tail coat, white shoes and a silvery white tie, he eyed the boy who was hunched over a trash can, vomiting. Sure motion sickness wasn't uncommon, but the flights were bloody smooth, he had to hide the smug grin that tried to force its way out at the thought of the flight stabilizers in the bullheads, produced by the FFIC (Frosty Fox Inventive Corporation), which he himself had designed.

Sage stepped up beside him, wearing his black jeans, shirt and tattered cloak. "The blond." He grunted. "Is no warrior."

Frost shook his head. "Ozpin isn't an idiot Sage, I'm sure he has him for something, we just have to see what it is. Though, it's definitely not fighting."

"And if it is?" Sage asked.

"I'll buy the school out from under him and fire him." He replied.

"Harsh."

"Life is harsh." Frost replied. "We learned that the hard way."

Sage grunted in response.

Frost froze, his eyes growing wide, anger barely restrained behind his ice blue orbs.

"Frost... What is it?"

"Three hundred twenty nine meters forward, six hundred eighty two meters down."

Sage's eyes took a purple tint as he activated his Semblance, allowing him to see, and nearly perfectly control all the aura in several hundred meters. What he saw infuriated him, a high concentration of aura, in the shape of a person, as well as other aura signatures in the tell tale aura signatures of a cryo chamber, often used in human experimentation. "Where's Ozpin?" Sage growled.

"Already looking." Frost said with his eyes closed, looking over his five mile radius field of vision, through a portion of semblance that resembled Sonar. "Found him." He growled. "North tower, top level. Let's go."

Sage gripped Frost's shoulder, and they both vanished in a swirl of black

Ozpin was sitting at his desk, sipping at a cup of hot chocolate, when there was a sudden flash of darkness in the room, and he felt cold steal against his neck, he was, for the first time in many, many years, shocked, unprepared, even a bit nervous about someone who could actually get the jump on him. In all, he excited, very excited, he may be the head master at Beacon, but he was still a huntsman, and one that loved challenges.

He looked up to see a Snow Fox faunas standing in front of him. "Hello Ozpin." The faunas hissed "Now. I'm going to ask you a few questions, you are going to answer them truthfully, and if I even smell a lie, my friend here will take your head."

"You're... One of the new applicants are you not?" Ozpin asked calmly. "I must say, I would have never expected a terrorist attack this early in the year."

Frost sighed. "My first question. What do you know of human experimentation?"

Ozpin lowered his gaze. "I know enough." He replied. "With all the labs around the world being hit, it's kind of hard not to know."

Frost clenched his jaw. "Second question. What do you have hiding on the lowest level of this school in that massive underground vault?"

Ozpin's gaze snapped up, locking eyes with Frost. "How do you know about that?" He asked, flaring his aura, which was enough to choke a normal person.

Ozpin's eyes widened, at Frost not only, not being effected, but by the smirk that came across his face. "Cute." He said, and flared his own aura, which in turn, caused the floor, the walls and ceiling to crack and shutter, as his aura took the form of a massive silvery fox, crouched, growling, ready to attack at any given moment. "Now." Frost growled. "Tell. What is that person doing down there in that Cryo chamber?"

Ozpin shuttered under his gaze, feeling something he hadn't felt in a very, very long time, pure, unbridled fear. He swallowed, stilling his nerves. "What do you know about her?"

"I know she's unconscious, I know she's in a cryo chamber and I know if you're experimenting on her, I will level this fucking school before you can blink."

Ozpin felt a small smirk cover his face. "So that's what this is about? Very well." He tapped his desk, bringing up data so Frost could see it. "Her name is Amber, she is in a critical condition and a very important person, we've been keeping her from dying as well as trying to heal her, but so far, all we've been able to do is prolong the inevitable."

Frost's eyes never left Ozpin's, which worried him slightly, until he heard the one behind him speak up. "The information is accurate." The blade pulled away from his neck, and Ozpin stretched his neck, feeling stiff from trying to hold it perfectly still.

"So... May I know why you two reacted like this?" Ozpin asked.

Frost let out a sigh. "Both me and my partner here, were subjected to human experimentation, I broke out when I was nine after awakening my aura and semblances through the time I was there... I was the only one who was strong enough to live through the experiments. I found him, a year later when I was crashing another lab I'd found... Because we've been there, and know what it's like... We really despise those who run the operations, or even simply work with them."

"So... That would include my staff?" Ozpin asked.

"If you were experimenting, yes." Frost said. "However, considering that you showed no signs of lying, we wont harm any of them, in fact, I may be able to help."

"How..." Ozpin asked.

Sage smirked behind Ozpin. "You're look at the owner and founder of the FFIC."

Ozpin's eye's bulged. "You?! But you're like-"

"Seventeen, I know." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Me and Sage both were granted very powerful brains."

"The one thing he hasn't been able to come up with." Sage chuckled. "Is a computer that can out think him."

Ozpin looked back at the other man, surprised at his, dark look, yet he had a calm face, almost peaceful, however, he could see regret in his eyes, a few muscles stayed tense, as if he was unsure of himself, as if he thought himself unworthy. 'Interesting' Ozpin thought to himself, he watched them, who seamed perfectly calm as he gripped his cane, he saw a smirk come over Sage's face. "So... You think you can help her? How exactly would you do that?"

"It depends on what's wrong with her." Sage replied.

"She has some very extensive damage to her soul." Ozpin stated.

Both Sage and Frost frowned. "What... Kind of damage."

"Let's say she had, say a second portion of her soul, that was ripped from her, this portion was basically a mass of power for her to control, but still a part of her none the less."

Frost's eyes turned crimson, startling Ozpin. "Oh that, I can help." He said, in a much deeper voice, his eyes turned back to ice blue and his voice returned to normal as well. "You see, the eyes are the window to the soul." Frost said. "The reason mine change color, when I was in those labs, my own soul was split, which formed two souls that inherit my body, though, my second, sleeps most the time, it only wakes when I wish it, or when something happens that is enough to anger it and draw it out, like someone trying to kill or hurt a child. Because of this, I've learned a lot about the soul, I should be able to mend her soul, depending on the nature of the power bulge... And if that doesn't work, there is another way... It's almost one hundred percent... But it's not... Normal."

"And that would be?"

"What do you know of aura spirits?" Sage asked.

Ozpin looked up at him. "I know they're masses of aura that gather around an origin or item that puts of their nature."

Sage nodded. "There's more. Once they gather enough, they become semi-sentient, where they can consume other aura spirits of similar natures, and seek out new sources, and then they evolve once more, into full sentient being, who are capable of full human thoughts and feelings."

"And how do you know this?"

"That would be from me." A new voice said.

Ozpin's head snapped around to see a voluptuous woman sitting on his desk, her legs crossed, she wore a tight form fitting black dress, her skin, lightly tanned, her eyes were purple and pink, streaks flowing through them endlessly, and her hair was pitch black that seamed to be constantly ruffled by a nonexistent wind. "Who are you?"

"Well that's no nice, you don't even recognize me?" She asked. "I was pressed against your neck not ten minutes ago."

Sage chuckled. "This is Umbra, or Shadow, she is the strongest spirit I have, and the most difficult to contain. You see, unlike other spirits, she can consume any aura, because she's not an elemental spirit, but a sin spirit. She was first formed by the aura's of some of the most vial men in history, and because her nature is sin, she can consume all auras, and all natures, save things such as humility and kindness, all the energy that is in the 'Good' class is impossible for her to consume, however, her most notable power, is the ability to consume Grimm."

"What?!" Ozpin nearly yelled.

Sage and Frost chuckled. "Every has been researching the wrong things about Grimm." Frost said.

"You see, Grimm are another form of aura spirit, a class of sin spirit actually, however, they focus solely on Wrath, Hate, Anger and Fear. While Umbra here, her main parts are refereed to the seven deadly sins, Wrath, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Pride, and Sloth. And because Grimm fall in her domain, and are, lesser spirits compared to her, she can consume them."

Ozpin swallowed and nodded as he let the information sink in. "So... How strong is she?"

"I'm right here you know." Umbra growled. "Anyway, I could totally wreck this school if I wanted, collapse the cliff and all that jazz." The stated, a little proudly.

"And you stated you had more than one? How do you keep them?" Ozpin asked.

"Contracts." Umbra said, looking at her nails. "We agree to serve, if we get a constant supply of aura."

"Basically they're parasites." Frost said. "That feed on their hosts."

Umbra had went ridged. "P-Parasites?" She growled. "I'm a parasite an I?"

"We-" Frost was interrupted as she lunged and tackled him to the floor, sinking her teeth into his neck. "Ow..." He growled.

She pulled away with a look of bliss, a faint bit of blood on her chin. "I love your aura" She purred.

Frost shoved her off. "Anyway, sorry for getting off track, but, back to our previous conversation. If I can't directly heal the soul, we can place a modified aura spirit in the body to act as a charge essentially."

"Modified spirit?" Ozpin asked.

"Basically, I expel a portion of my aura, give a nature that will bond with the others soul, so that it will give her a boost, and get her strong enough for her soul to heal itself."

"And is there a downfall? You acted as if it was a last resort."

"Yes..." Frost said. "You see, the one who received the charge, will be bound to the one who gave it, unless they can expel every bit of the others aura, but that is very very difficult."

"Bound...? What do you mean?"

"He means." Umbra said with a smirk as Sage was about to speak. "She'll be bound to him much like I am Sage, when he makes a demand, I am bound to fallow, no matter the nature, and weaker spirits or souls will be drawn towards their bonds, instinctively doing everything in their power to gain the approval of their 'master'. If your little girl isn't strong enough, she would begin to do everything but worship Frost, and if she felt it need, would actually worship him."

"Yes..." Frost said. "It's considered a forced contract. Normal contracts, both parties wish it and know what they're getting into, which is sealed by the 'servant' willingly consuming the 'masters' aura, a forced contract, you force a portion of your aura into the 'servant' which basically tethers them to you."

"I see..." Ozpin said, linking his fingers together, he sighed. "If that is what it takes, so be it. I don't know if she's strong enough to out right resist, but she has enough aura control I'm sure she could purge her soul."

Frost nodded. "That's good. So, when do we start?"

"How about after initiation?" Ozpin asked. "That sounds quite tiresome, and you'll need your strength."

Frost tilted his head. "Sure that sounds good."

Ozpin nodded. Alright then... I should be going It's nearing the time for me to make my speech."

Sage and Frost nodded, Sage held out his hand. "Umbra." He said, she smiled, and burst in a mix of black, purple and pink energy and shot at Sage, vanishing into his palm.

Ozpin blinked a few time. "This is going to an eventful year."

Sage grinned and Gripped Sage's shoulder, and they both vanished in a swirl of black.

"What do you think?" Ozpin asked.

"Well..." Glynda said, stepping out of the shadow. "Frost was talking to me from the beginning."

"How...?" Ozpin asked.

"He explained he was causing the air in my ears to vibrate so only I would hear the voice."

"Yes." Frost's voice rumbled through the walls. "I can speak without actually speaking, I can see and hear everything in a five mile radius at all times, unless I forcibly shut it off, which is a lot harder than it would seam."

"Interesting." Ozpin said. "So... I can't have a conversation without you listening in?"

"Well..." Frost said. "Simply ask me to cut my sight and hearing if I'm in range, though I'll warn you, I can only hold it off for fifteen minuets or so."

"Good to know." Ozpin said, then glanced at Glynda. "These two could be useful."