"Boss, boss, wake up!" Tygre could vaguely hear someone talking as he came back to consciousness. "Boss you're up, thank Oum we thought you might not wake up." It was one of his henchmen
"Ash?" Tygre asked, as he slowly sat up "what happened?"
"I don't know boss the deal went down without anything happening" Ash paused "and then everyone is running out and you get thrown through the front wall of the shop." he finished sounding exasperate. Tygre thought back and remembered the kid, the fight, the bartender. He growled in frustration after thinking about it."Boss?" Ash asked hesitantly.
"Call Brisk." Tygre said "Tell him Snow's little brat is here."
"I'm so sorry about the damage auntie Yang." Summer began, dropping her Vacuean street rat act the moment she knew they were safe from any prying eyes.
"Summer, I don't care about the damage," Yang began with a soft tone Summer had not heard in years "I make enough here to easily repair those." Yang looked Summer directly in the eye "What I'm upset about is that you tried to take on that guy, who is clearly very strong, on your own."
That's what she's upset about? Summer thought, I used to deal with him on a weekly basis in Mistral. "Aunt Yang, I can deal with him," Summer began "my semblance is the perfect counter for his, that's why…"
"Summer when I came down there you were exhausted like you had been fighting for hours" Yang interrupted "I was only gone a few seconds!"
"Aunt Yang I..." before Summer could finish her argument, she didn't so much hear someone as she felt their presence appear on the other side of the door. Instantly thanks to her semblance her disguise, including the new contacts, was up.
"Hmm, am I interrupting something?" the strange man who entered without knocking asked.
"Well whaddya think?" Sumter said slipping effortlessly into her 'Vacuean street rat' accent "Is it normal in vale ta open a door without knockin' Mrs. Yang?" Sumter turned to Yang hoping she'd already caught on to her act.
"Sumter, be kind." Yang replied.
Good tone friendly but not overly familiar Summer thought perfect tone for meeting your newly adopted nephew. Summer then turned her attention to the man that had entered, He was old and carried a cane, but didn't need it to walk, his hair was grey and all over the place similarly his beard was long and gave him the appearance of an old wizard.
"Professor Ozpin, to what do I owe this visit" Yang asked cordially, but guardedly.
Ah so this is the great Professor Ozpin, Summer thought Headmaster of Beacon and the one who trained my parents generation.
"Well I happened to be in the area and heard a commotion from one of my former students place," Ozpin replied with a mischievous glint in his aged eyes "my first thought was that someone tried to give you a haircut," Haircut? "But it seems that this young man is actually who I sought, tell me what is your name?" Ozpin finished while tuning to Summer.
Oh crap, what do I do? Summer began frantically reviewing her options do I tell him Hornet snow? No I'll be going to his school in two years, he'll remember me from here. "Name's Sumter, I'm goin' ta be the best huntsman this side of remnant" Summer said committing to the act. "Now who're ya."
Ozpin chuckled at the response, it was lively and so very much like a former student of his. "I am professor Ozpin, I run a huntsmen school, would you like to attend?"
"Recruitin' a lil early aintcha?" Summer replied "Sorry but ma sights are set as high as they'll go, Beacon academy." That should solidify that I'm new here.
"Well it's good to know that we rank so high on your goals." Ozpin smiled while Summer faked realization "and as for recruiting early, how old are you," he paused for dramatic effect as Summer began to become shocked for real. Is this really happening right now!? "I've been known to make exceptions."
A/N Alright so I understand the story seems to be a little disjointed, this is because it was originally the third in a series but I decided completely on a whim to do it first. Despite that, at my younger brothers sugestion I will start including flashbacks to important scenes from the first two stories.