Aaaaaaaand we're back again with another chapter this story. Sorry so long, had some family stuff to deal with. Or maybe I'm making excuses. I guess you'll never know. Here's Chapter 3.
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"Holy fu-" He was quickly cut off by Ozpin's stern look. "-uuudge."
"Heh, that's what I thought. Wrong place, wrong time." Ozpin advised with a smirk on his face.
They stood at the Hanger at the foot of one of the largest schools in Remnant. Air ships brought new students from all over Vale, workers unloaded what looked to be extremely heavy crates, probably filled with weapons, food, and all the other things needed for the first few months of the year.
A rather mean looking woman walked towards the pair with haste, narrowly avoiding a collision with a worker and giving him a scolding, much to his dismay. She wore a short formal skirt with a business short-sleeve shirt. The glasses perched on her nose did nothing if not to extend the annoyed look she managed to pull off.
"Ozpin." She let the words out with a sigh, as if she needed to stop for a moment and this was her last stop for awhile.
"Ah, Glynda. I trust you aren't overworking yourself?" He remarked plainly, as he already knew the answer.
"I can't say that I haven't been and you know it. The start of the first term is always the worst." She started talking of all the things that had already gone wrong with her day, one of them being an accident with some fire dust and how the front entrance had a new hole in the ground.
"Well, more like a crater..." She said quietly. "I just want this to be over, Oz."
"Well Glyn..." She hated that nickname. " ...as much as I sympathize with you, there is yet more to be done. Glynda, meet Nebula Ascon. Nebula, this is Glynda Goodwitch. She takes care of all the problems I can't be bothered to attend to. She also sees over sparring matches."
"Nice to meet you ma'am."
"Mhm.." She managed to get the words out, her eyes lowered and her shoulders started to sag. She dropped the clipboard she was holding in her right hand, awaking her and immediatly recuvering her full awareness.
"Glynda..." Ozpin said with a concerned tone. "You need to rest, just tell me what I've got to do for the rest of the afternoon and then go get some shut-eye. You're no good to me if you're dozing off every few seconds, hon."
Her eyes shot awake at the sound of the rarely used pet name. "Oz, there's a student right here. Wrong place, wrong time."
Nebula looked at the Professor and gave him a smirk and a nudge.
"Oh, shut up Nebula." He sounded annoyed, as he knew he had just said the same thing to Nebula. "Alright, whatever. The list, Glynda?"
"Yes, of course." She stated, once again coming to from a short trance. "You've an appointment with the blacksmith at 4:35, something about a new weapon? I thought you liked your cane. Anyway, after that you have a dinner at 6:10 with the Old Bird and the Ironwood. They need to discuss permits for the upcoming tournament..."
She went on for another five minutes or so, Nebula lost track of time as he looked at a girl. She looked to be in the same year as him, seeing as she too had just got off one of the airships and blew a kiss at a man, possibly her father. Her black hair was tied in pigtails, and looked as though she had neglected to condition it for some time. Her white skirt had the Beacon Academy logo on it, and thanks to the wind she had to keep pushing it down to cover her legs.
Nebula thanked whatever gods that were silently working their magic for this memory that would stick with him forever, and went back to the conversation that the two teachers were having.
"And then at 10:45 you have a phone call with one of the board members concerning the constant property damage here." Glynda finished her list of things and took in a deep breath. "Can I go now?" She asked, hoping she could finally get some sleep.
"Yes Glynda, that'll be all. Thank you." Ozpin said with a worried look on his face. "Now I don't want to see you till morning, is that clear? You'll need your rest. This is going to be a long year."
Glynda thanked him a few times and then started towards the dorms, walking into a few walls on her way. "I really do worry for her. She does so much for this school.." Ozpin thought aloud, Nebula decided not to respond verbally, instead with a small nod.
"Can we get to my weapon now?" Nebula's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Yes, very well." Ozpin said nothing more, and merely walked off in what he assumed was the direction of the smithery. Nebula followed with a bit of swagger in his step.
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Nebula and Ozpin walked into the smithery and immediatly recoiled at the amount of heat that was coming from the center of the room. A lone woman stood hunched over an anvil, rhythmically smashing down of the piece of metal with a worn looking hammer. She wore a brown apron over a white robe, and cloth shoes that looked to be able to defend against nothing.
"Mmhmm." Ozpin cleared his voice, but the woman kept on working away on the piece of metal. It was only when she quenched the metal in oil, the flames driving up the piece yet not at all flustering the woman, that Ozpin spoke again. "Mmhmm!" Ozpin cleared his voice again, this time gaining her attention.
"Ah, Headmaster. Hello." The woman turned as she said the words with a soft voice, her silver eyes wide and covered by her scarlet hair. She looked directly at Nebula, and seemed to be sizing him up. "I assume this is Nebula? The huntsman without a weapon."
"Juniour huntsman, Ms. Rose." Ozpin said with a stern voice. "And yes, he does seem to be lacking a weapon. Mr. Ascon, this is Ms. Summer Rose, Beacon's blacksmith extraordinare. You can fix him up something in time for initiation tomorrow, I trust?"
"Why of course!" She erupted with laughter. "What kind of weapon do ya fancy kid? A hammer? No, to scrawny. Maybe a longsword?" She continued to list off different kinds of weapons, from maces to muskets.
"Actually Ms. Rose.." Nebula spoke up. "I was thinking something like this." He drew a small piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to her. On it was a detailed blueprint of a sword split in the middle with a barrel extending from the crossguard and up through the sword, stopping about 5 inches from the tip. "I'd like two, if you don't mind?"
"Very well Mr. Ascon, I always like it when a customer knows what they want. You'd do well to keep that in mind, should you want any upgrades in the future."
"Hmm, I assumed you'd be of the creative type Nebula, but this is better than I expected!" Ozpin said looking over Summer's shoulder.
"Yeah, I drew it up on the way over here. Are you sure you can get it done by tomorrow Ms. Rose?" Nebula asked with a bit of pride in his voice.
"Please Nebula, call me Summer. And yes, I think I can."
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Whaaaaat? Summer Rose is alive in this story? Yes, she is, and thanks to a fic I've been reading I kinda copied the idea for her to be a blacksmith, sue me. Anyway, sorry this took so long, I ran into a wall of writer's block right as I was getting through Ozpin talking to Glynda. Whoops. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and expect the next chapter sometime in the next week. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next Saturday. K byyyyye.
P.S. Please review, thanks. K bye for real now.