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"One coming to your left." A boy said as he stood atop a tree watching another fight Grimm below. He had blonde shaggy hair that stopped right about his calculating, crystal-like blue eyes. He had a lean muscly build and stood straight up without any slouching. He wore a black collared shirt that was tucked into a pair of black pants. The pants were slightly baggy and tucked into black, shin-high boots. His left hand had a small black sleeveless glove while his right hand and forearm is wrapped in bandages. A black bladed katana rests on his back, also wrapped in bandages.
"Ok!" The other boy yelled back as he leaped over an Ursa that came running in from his left flank. The other boy looked similar but a bit less composed. He had silver hair with ice blue eyes and a similar build to the first. He was a little shorter in height but looked faster than the latter. He wore an unzipped heavy pale blue coat with a dark gray hood. He had a black collared shirt on underneath with a loose, pale blue tie. He wore dark blue jeans and black tennis shoes and a lose chain connecting from one belt loop to the other.
He carried two rapiers on him as his main weapons. He stood up after landing and faced the Ursa; his stance was a bit unconventional but he used it as if it was the way you were supposed to fight. His body stood sideways making his area smaller to his opponent with a rapier pointing at the opponent. The other arm was behind his back but also pointing at the opponent.
"Hey Tempus, should we make this the last one and then head home?" He called to the boy standing in the tree who just merely nodded and sat down on the tree; fully prepared to watch the battle unfold beneath. Ursas are strong and slow… Not a good combination to fight him, he doesn't need me. He thought.
The other boy patiently waited for the Ursa to make a move towards him before launching his assault. The Ursa got on all fours and rushed the boy who simply side-stepped and quickly jabbed the Ursa in the side and went back to his stance before rushing in himself. The boy was extremely quick, covering the distant in a matter of a second before jabbing the beast at a blinding speed. If a Grimm could ever look overwhelmed, it was doing it. The boy repeatedly got faster as his muscles warmed up jabbing it with the rapiers a good 20 times before the beast fell; now dead to the world.
"Not bad, it's always fun to watch your swords dance over your opponent Grayson." Tempus said after jumping off the tree and gave him a hand five for a job well done. "We should go before anymore show up. I'm not up to fighting another mass of them. Let's grab this one's mask and head back to town to sell it before heading home. We could get a good amount of Lien from today's load." Grayson nodded before making his weapons disappear into a puff of frosty smoke.
He carved the mask off the dead grim and handed it to Tempus who stored it into Grayson's pack. Grayson destroyed the creature's heart making it go up in a cloud of smoke and disappearing permanently. Grayson joined Tempus who was looking in his pack, counting the earnings for the day.
"About 4000 Lien worth. Not bad at all." Grayson said, nodding happily. "Easily a month of food for us." Tempus nodded as Grayson put the backpack over his back and followed Tempus through the forest; both unaware of a camera… watching them with interest through the autumn leaves of a nearby tree.
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It took the boys about three hours to arrive to Vale on foot. Tempus stopped Grayson and pointed to the club. Grayson sighed and handed Tempus the bag which he quickly through over his shoulder and walked into the club while Grayson waited outside.
Where is Junior? Tempus thought as he entered the club only to be met with Junior's body falling in front of him in a heap. Tempus looked around to see the place completely trashed and a girl with long glowing blonde hair. She looked livid and her eyes glowed a brilliant red. She wore a revealing tan vest with a yellow crop top beneath and an orange scarf. She had on a brown utility belt and short black shorts with a white back skirt. Did I mention she looked livid?
"Hey Junior, who is your friend?" Tempus asked flatly as the older man struggled to stand. His white dress shirt dirtied and wrinkled. He looked between the girl and Junior over and over again waiting to see what was going on. Junior held up a hand telling Tempus to wait a second.
"Ok; Blondie, I told you, I have never seen her before." Junior said holding his hands up in a defeated pose. Tempus gave a quizzical glance to the girl across the club who just glared at the two of them, making Tempus subconsciously take a step back. The glow died down and her eyes turned to a purple color and her golden gauntlets collapsed into more of a bracelet.
"I'll let it go only because this boy toy showed up." She said without hesitation as if it was a fact. Boy toy? Tempus grimaced to himself and just handed Junior the backpack so he can take a count of what was in it and how much it was worth. Tempus waited next to the door for the transaction to be finished and the blondie approached him. "The name's Yang, it's nice to meet you."
She sounded so jovial it kind of threw Tempus off. So far he can't even understand the conversation let alone predict what Yang was going to say or how she would respond to him. She looked to be about his age and seemed very confident in herself.
"Tempus." He said matter-of-factly to her and she gave him a slight pout. She leaned next to him on the wall, showing that she obviously wasn't going anywhere.
"Not much of a talker are we? I have plenty of ways to get men to talk." He shook his head and a pause came between them. Tempus looked over her; she seemed oddly content just standing there with him even though she just trashed the place. Wait, wasn't she looking for somebody?
"Who are you looking for?" He asked… Which obviously wasn't the right question because she almost slipped and fell from the sudden question. Look, she can get caught off guard too. After she regained her footing she started to laugh.
"Geez, at least give me a kiss before jumping into my personal life." Tempus almost choked on air. I need some serious help. She reached into her pouch and handed Tempus a picture. He looked disappointingly at it. Is this a joke? It looks just like her. The girl in the photo was a splitting replica of Yang except for the red eyes and black hair."That's my mother." She answered his silent question.
"Oh." He sighed sadly. He knew the pain of losing your family, parents at that. "Would you mind if I keep this? I'd like to keep it for reference in case I run into her at some point, I could recognize her." Yang lit up. She suffocated Tempus in a bear hug and looked as if she was going to jump through the ceiling.
"Of course! I don't know you but I think I'm in love!" She teased and he shook his head but chuckled to himself all the same. "But seriously, thank you. Tempus, right?" He nodded and she winked before leaving on a motorcycle parked out front. Tempus sighed feeling worn out; I'm not good at conversing like that. At the same time Junior walked over with an empty backpack and some Lien.
"4500 Lien, have a good day Kid." Tempus nodded and took the money before leaving. Grayson was standing outside the club leaning on the wall. Tempus tossed him the bag which he eagerly put it back on.
"So it all went smooth I take it?" Tempus nodded and gave Grayson half of the Lien. "We should head home then. Oh! Did you see that blonde bombshell?" Grayson asked a little too enthusiastically. Tempus grimaced with a sickening face and trudged down the street; headed home, ignoring the million and one questions Grayson had to ask about Yang.
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"Oh, thank you very much Mrs. Smith for having me. I can't wait to meet this kids of yours. What were their names?" A middle aged man sat in the Smiths' dining room with a cup of coffee in his hand. His hair was gray and he had thin brown eyes. He had on shaded glass spectacles and a dark green scarf with a cross in the center. He wore an unzipped black suit over a vest over a green undershirt and black slacks.
"Tempus and Grayson Smith, sir." She told him politely. He nodded wisely, thinking for a moment before responding.
"And who is Tempus' parents?" He asked her and she let down a sad smile. She knew that there was no getting that pass Ozpin, the headmaster at Beacon Academy. She continued to clean the dishes in front of her before giving Ozpin the story.
"Tempus doesn't have a last name. We were friend's with his parents but they were killed when he was only four year's old so we took him in. He is a gifted young boy too, it's a shame we can't convince to attend any schools." Ozpin nodded again. Realizing that Tempus' information is under lock and key, he changed course to ask about Grayson.
"How about your child? I'll ask Tempus myself later." Mrs. Smith breathed a sigh of relief as it is uncomfortable for her to talk about Tempus.
"Grayson is currently enrolled at Signal Academy. He is adept at fighting and a bit rambunctious at times." Ozpin nodded while taking a sip of his coffee. "He has two semblances—"Ozpin almost spat out his coffee. Two semblances is unheard of and definitely a worthy aspect to any individual. He waved for her to continue once he gathered himself and she did. "As I was saying, he has two semblances and he uses two rapiers too fight. In terms of style of combat…" She laughed sheepishly, "I'm actually not a fighter so you'd have to ask him yourself." Just as she finished a loud noise came from the front door as it opened and a rambunctious teen could be heard talking to his friend who was a bit quieter than the first.
"Children! There is somebody here to see you!" Mrs. Smith called to them. Grayson was the one who responded first and came running into the room stopping at the entrance and followed by Tempus who walked in behind him. Ozpin gave them a curtly nod and Mrs. Smith left the room, leaving the two boys behind with Ozpin.
"Please, sit down." Both boys did as instructed and sat in front of the wise headmaster, who just took another sip of coffee before addressing them. "Do you know who I am?" Grayson eagerly nodded but Tempus shook his head, getting a credulous look from Grayson.
"How do you NOT know who he is!?" Grayson practically screamed at Tempus who just rubbed his ears in annoyance. Ozpin held a hand up to calm the young teen down.
"My name is Professor Ozpin, I am the headmaster at Beacon Academy. Do you two know where you were hunting Grimm at this morning?" He didn't let them respond but instead clicked a button where a holographic video of Grayson fighting the Ursa showed up. "You two were in Forever Fall and I watched you two fight. You two have a very keen skill in combat and have captured my attention. Who trained you guys?"
"Signal trained me!" Grayson shouted out, excitement bubbling out of him. Tempus just awkwardly looked away and mumbled.
"I trained me…" Ozpin wasn't surprised to hear that Tempus trained himself. He was more surprised that Tempus got so adept. Ozpin nodded again. He does a lot of nodding.
"And is that sword just for looks Mr. Tempus?" Tempus glowered away. He knew the question was going to be asked. Tempus never uses the blade unless he can't handle the situation; Ozpin quickly caught unto the boy's desire to not talk about it and moved on. "We can talk about this another time. Would you like to come to my school Mr. Smith and Tempus?"
Both boys nodded once simultaneously making Ozpin smile. A 15 year old boy from Signal and an 18 year old boy who has never had a day of actual school. This year would be interesting. "Now Mr. Smith, may I talk to Tempus in private? Ms. Goodwitch is outside and you can talk to her about the school if you so please." Grayson got up and bolted outside with a new found energy.
"Yes, headmaster?" Tempus asked him and he put a cup of coffee in front of Tempus. Ozpin's demeanor changed to a bit more serious and he took out a piece of paper and pen.
"Tempus, I was told about a brief history on you but nothing at the same time. I need you to give me some information to put into the catalog at beacon to get you recorded." Not what I really wanted to hear but ok. "First is your biological parents' names." Tempus put his head down. I don't even know their names. It's why my last name is empty.
"I don't know." He said simply, surprising the middle aged man. He knew that Tempus' parents were gone but he didn't know that it was like this.
"Ok moving on, Semblance. What is yours'?"
"I have three sort of." Ozpin dropped his coffee cup and it shattered on the ground. Three!? "My first is Create. Which allowed me to create 3 things. The first two things I created were my weapon The World's Edge and my first Semblance Sight. I can see about 5 seconds into the future when it is activated. My second Semblance is Breaking. I can negate any other semblance around me. After my second semblance was created I lost my ability to use Create." Tempus explained to Ozpin who was still in just as much shock as before.
"May I see your weapon?" Tempus was hesitant at first but handed the wrapped blade to him. Ozpin unwrapped the blade and gently put the blade on the table. It was sleek and shone with a brilliant black, as if the weapon was freshly made. It had a feeling of wickedness coming from it. "Show me your bandaged arm." Tempus glared at him before unwrapping his arm revealing scars that looked like a spiraling funnel down to the base of his hand.
"This is the price of using the weapon. Every time I use it I get a large cut down my arm. The longer it is out the more damage it does when I put it down." He explained. Ozpin wrapped it up for him and gave it back to the boy. "As long as it is wrapped, I could use it to extend my reach if need be without harming myself."
"Interesting." Ozpin stated. He was intrigued at this boy, he'd have to do some research into his parents when he got back to Beacon. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Mr. Tempus." He extended his hand and shook Tempus' hand. The new semester starts tomorrow so I suggest packing quickly." He said with a wink before disappearing for the night.