Chapter 3: A Chat with Chance
It's time for the talk… nobody wants to hear that ever. But, stuff happens, right?... Anyway, onwards!
"So, what do you want to talk about first?" These were the first words that were spoken by Qrow since both Embrah and himself sat down at the table minutes earlier. Embrah sat directly across for him, hands folded on the table with his eyes closed. Not really knowing how to begin in the first place, Embrah just decided to just go with his own obvious question.
"How much do you know about me so far?" he asks, opening his eyes, staring at the gruff man in front of him. Now normally in this kind of situation, one would ask, 'Why have you been following me all this time?' But in this case, the more important question would be how much the person would actually know about you and your background, especially given the fact that they've been following you for the past couple of months and seem to know more than one might believe. If one were to keep a low profile, they wouldn't really want anyone to know anything about their past and even what they're doing in the present.
Qrow leaned back on the chair with his arms folded, staring back at him. "Alright then, pretty good place to begin. Actually, where I wanted to start too, so I'll tell this you this the best way I can summarize. So, no interruptions."
Embrah simply rolls his eyes.
"A couple years back, I was on a mission tasked with protecting a village chief and a small group of his people who were traveling from their village on the far western side of Sanus towards the kingdom of Vacuo to do trade. We had to go on foot since the chief was the type a guy who wasn't much a fan of modern tech, no matter how useful it may be, and more along the lines of keeping things old-fashioned. At the same time, I had an encounter with someone who was appointed as a bodyguard to the same mission I was currently on, but for different reasons, as you might already know what I'm talking about, given the fact that it's pretty much the same with all the requests you guys receive. Although, I didn't know at the time of meeting and departure."
Embrah nodded before Qrow continued.
"At first, I didn't give this guy a second glance since it was pretty common for multiple Huntsmen to be working the same job every now and then, no matter how well-known, good or bad, they are. But there was something about him that didn't feel like the type of vibe a Huntsmen would normally give off, or at the very least, one who hasn't really gotten a good taste of unruly activities one would consider illegal. So, I kept an eye out on both my employer and my new "friend."
"Jump forward six days later, after traversing past most of the hazardous desert terrain and dealing with the Grimm along the way causing us to almost lose some people, we finally stopped by an outpost near the kingdom and got a couple rooms for the night. I was in mine when I heard a commotion inside the room where the chief was. I rushed inside in time to see what was happening. The other guard was standing a few feet across from the chief with, from what I can remember, a pair of altered Parang Machetes in his hands. He was aware of me being there and quickly went in to attack where the chief was. I intercepted him at the last second and fought with him for a good while.
"I'm gonna tell you this right now, I've been in a lot of fights in my lifetime and they've all had their ups and downs, especially in my starting years as a Huntsman. But the fight with him was one I couldn't bring myself to forget," Qrow narrows his eyes at the memory of it. "We went at it until we were both almost out of breath, cuts and bruises all over our bodies as our auras were depleted long before into the fight. It was one of the most hard-fought battles I've ever been in. But the result of the fight was what helped made me be more prepared and more cautious in my future expeditions."
Qrow gets up and walks over to his bed where is dress shirt was laid on, heading to the desk next to it, grabbing hold of the flask that was on top and took a quick swig. A large weapon, most likely a sword from its unique design, leaned against the wall on his left.
All the while, Embrah was wracking his brain on this matter. 'Someone who uses dual machetes as a weapon. I can't really think of anyone who uses one, let alone two. And even if it was out of the four of us, which I doubt, I know for a fact that Jason doesn't use any weapons. As for the other two, around that time they weren't really interested in the business... '
He looked up to see Qrow walking back and sitting down, flask in hand with the other one in his pocket.
"When I thought that I was steadily pushing him back to make a retreat, he did something that I couldn't understand at the time, hell even now I don't know what he really did. But at one moment, I was about to strike once more when behind me there was a yell and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. I looked back in shock, expecting to see the chief on the floor, over a pool in his blood. But the chief was fine, untouched even, but he was clearly distraught as he was kneeling over someone. Someone I didn't think would be of any real importance back then. His son.
"The kid was only nineteen and wasn't interested in becoming the next chief, planning on leaving the village in the next couple of months to other kingdoms to expand his mind and indulge in different cultures, in his own words. It was something most would respect and even I thought that was a good life choice for the kid. Yet, not even wanting to be a part of the entire village business, he was the one to suffer the consequences for just being in the middle of it all. That didn't sit well with me so I looked back at the attacker to see him with one foot already on the windowsill ready for a retreat. Obviously pissed off, I rushed him at full force and tried to strike him down right then and there. But before I could even take a swing at him, all of a sudden, my body felt sluggish and weak, causing me of not being able to hold my weapon properly, it kissing the floor with me struggling to pick it back up. All the while with me staring at him, not being able to look away and seeing him staring right into my eyes, his face showing an expression I wouldn't expect to see on someone who just killed moments ago."
Qrow glances at the ceiling, a far-off look on his face. "The look of sympathy. He then leaped out the window, taking his leave and with me finally able to move freely. But by the time I ran over to look outside, the guy was nowhere to be found, not a single trace or any signs to let me know where he went. Although he did leave something behind."
He then pulls something out of his pocket and tosses over to Embrah, who catches it looking down at the small object with instant recognition appearing on his face. It was a little worn out with some dents and the familiar sight of rust from slight corrosion, but it was still intact to be recognizable to anyone affiliated with it. A trinket made of wood, though seemingly coated in a type of metal in the color of silver, similar to that of a coin, with the image of a severed serpents' head with a sword plunged through its skull from the neck, protruding at the top. The symbol of corruption and retribution. The symbol of his clan.
That surprised him seeing the symbol that was printed on it. And it both confused and intrigued him. Looking up, Embrah sees Qrow yawning before taking more swig. "You know, that was the first time I've made such a major mistake in my career and it wouldn't be the last. But I was thankful for that encounter, regardless of the outcome of it. I was too naïve and probably would've made a mistake later on that may cost me much more than the lives of civilians I'm supposed to be protecting. So, although the outcome was less to be desired by everyone still there, there was something to be learned. To never limit your observations and assume the expected, to dive into the unexpected and work your way around it, no matter how you do so." Qrow yawns once more.
Embrah takes this opportunity to interrupt the grizzled Huntsman. "This still doesn't explain how you knew about where I came from. And why you would spend five whole months following me."
"Yeah yeah, I was getting to that part. Now, for the five-month thing, you really think I spent every waking second following you around. Please, I got a life too, you know. I'm called away sometimes to do something, but I always find my way back to you. And as for why I decided to follow, at the beginning I had finished doing some work for an old friend of mine in Mistral, when I felt something I haven't felt in a good long time, a presence I thought I'd never experience again. So, through searching the area, the feeling leads me towards the bullhead docks and that's when I saw you. I was instantly cautious of you and thought of trying to see if you would do anything within the vicinity that would lead to me actually stepping in. But, when I got a bit closer to you, the feeling you were giving off was similar to the guy back then, just not in a way where it's a cause for concern. It felt stressed and unnatural on you. Plus, the way you were interacting with people through me off. The next part is when I took it upon myself to follow you and watch your interactions with others to see what it is your trying to accomplish."
"So," he leans in, both arms on the table, "I answered your question, kid."
Twitch…
"Now I'm hoping you'll do the same for me out with answering some questions I've had on my mind for the past three months. With you moving from place to place, going from one kingdom, or at least near one, to another, I decided to just come clean and try to have a conversation with you today, to my surprise that you knew of my following you. So, what the hell are you even trying to do? Or at the very least, what are you trying to look for?"
The question that was directed towards the young man was something he himself has thought of for many years prior. But even with all that time, he hasn't found an answer to his problem for the longest. Always feeling that he should be doing something else other than what he was expected to do, not out of rebellion or unappreciation, but from a feeling of doubt that has crossed his mind and heart many times over.
He looks at the man with a small smile and says, "That's what I'm trying to find out myself."
With an arched brow, Qrow just sat there, contemplating what he said for a good couple minutes staring at Embrah before sighing and, strangely enough, started to chuckle.
"So, you really can smile honestly, as the few times I've been close enough to see that most of them were fake. With exceptions from a few times, like from that village a couple weeks back."
Embrah blinked in surprise at the statement, before nervously scratching his cheek in embarrassment. "I thought I was pretty good at doing so, guess I need more practice."
"Now as for the whole trying to find something, I won't question you about it. One, because it seems like whatever your pal way back when was doing, you don't really fancy it all that much," Embrah stares in surprise at the comment. "And two, you don't seem like that bad of a guy, despite the fact of your clan's business."
"Yes, you can say that both of those and a couple of others is true." Embrah nodded at this.
"But there is one thing that I really wanted to ask you. The past five months, you've been moving constantly and not once have I seen you go to someplace that would look like a home, or at the very least, someplace you would stay at for an extended period. Now you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but how long have you really been out here, wandering from place to place?"
"No, it's fine. I've actually been traveling around for about two and a half years now."
"Two years? Never would've thought you were out there for that long, especially for someone of your age. But, considering where you originated from, it's not that surprising. You must have been trained well to be able to fight Grimm on an almost daily basis."
"Amongst other things, yeah. I had a great teacher. Best I could ask for. Though I never really thought about my skill-set much on a personal standpoint."
Embrah moves to give back the wooden object but was stopped by a hand. Shaking his head, Qrow pushes his hand back towards him. "I don't need it anymore. The only reason I still had it was to see if I could find someone who at least had knowledge of the clan you two were from. This is better since I got someone from said clan sitting right across from me."
Getting a nod in return, Qrow watches as he puts it away in his own pocket. "Now, regarding the whole following you, as of now consider yourself a free man from my eyes. But about your little journey of finding one's self or whatever it is your trying to do, I can at least lighten that load for you."
Confusion twisted his face as Embrah stares at him.
"What I mean by that is, I got an old friend who might be able to help direct you to a path you can go on. Whether you wanna or not is up to you."
"...Who's this friend you're talking about?" Embrah asks.
"Wonder if you've ever heard of Professor Ozpin?"
"Of course, Headmaster of the prestigious Beacon Academy and world-renowned Huntsman, well respected throughout the Kingdoms and the Huntsmen community... don't tell me he's your "old friend." You could just feel the air quotations directed at that statement.
"You got that right," Qrow chuckles at the disbelief on his face. "It may not seem like it, but I like to think of myself as his best friend that he can't live without... just don't tell him I said that. Anyway, I could ask him to help you with this, he's pretty wise to this kind of stuff, lemme tell ya, I've had a couple refresher courses from him at times."
Embrah smiles at the proposition. "I appreciate the offer, but..."
"Look, kid," Qrow cuts him off before he could finish. "You can't keep this up, moving from one place to another all your life. It's been two years since you started this thing, and yet you still have no idea what to do. You could at least try to see what an outside opinion can do for you. It wouldn't hurt to try it. And I trust Oz enough that he might be able to help you."
Although he isn't one to just accept anything from people as he, most of the time, didn't need advice or any gesture of help, he can see what Qrow was saying. During his time on the road, Embrah learned many things from different people and cultures on Remnant, from the barren landscape and, let's just say "lively" people of Vacuo to the beautiful mountains and vast plateaus of the continent Anima. But not once had he had any possible idea as to what to do with himself. And has on occasion thought that this course of action was getting him nowhere, with no clear knowledge of his self-worth in what to do within the concept of society or in any other place of acceptance, bar his previous dwelling.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to see a different route for me by someone else who is more experienced, in more than one case." Embrah sees that this might be a step in the right direction in his search of finding himself and maybe might lead to his own personal problems being mended, at least for a time.
"Well, good to know you have some brain cells left working in that overused head of yours," Qrow smirks at this and goes on to get up from his seat and cross over towards the door. "I'll give you the details about your departure tomorrow. Right now, I want me my sleep time and I lost pretty much almost an hours' worth of it talking to ya. So, if you don't mind kid, I'd like my deserved rest before the might of morning strikes me down with a purpose."
Embrah walks over to the open door to go over to his room, though not before giving Qrow a quick scowl. "How come you just keep calling kid? You know my name. Plus, it annoys me."
"When you're able to get one up on me, I might learn to try to most times. Don't count on it though. Now, if ya don't mind..." Smirking, he pushes the young man out the door before shutting it, but not before Embrah to hear mumbling about the sweet sensation of a worn-out bed.
Shaking his head in annoyance and slight amusement, he pulls out the wooden coin in his pocket, staring at it to verify the owner of the piece. Wisps of aura are seen flowing out and around it through his eyes, becoming visible within the color spectrum as it begins to become perceivable. He blinks in surprise at the deep black and violet color from the piece. 'Now this is VERY surprising. It was a wonder why he had to get a new one. But, why give it to Qrow? Or in any case, why give it to an outsider at all?' Knowing contemplating about this would take all night and not really do him any good, Embrah pocketed the piece back in his pocket and open the door to is room to rest and await the morning.
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"So, this is Beacon huh? It's freaking huge," Embrah whistles at the sheer magnificence of the school as he stands in the main avenue after departing off the airship he took right after his arrival to Vale just that morning. "Now, Qrow said that to just look for the building that's the tallest one here. Ugh, why couldn't he just tell me where the thing was specifically? That drunk."
Hefting his bag to a more comfortable position on his shoulder, he starts walking through the school, watching many students roam about, talking about everyday things like classes and gossip to seeing some in what he can assume to be their combat outfits with their weapons out in the open, letting him know that they must be going to train at one of the training rooms that Beacon most likely has a few of. His short trek takes him towards what can be assumed to be the dining hall. Within the large windows on the side of the building, inside can be seen tables lined up next to each other with students occupying some.
Going past it, a couple of buildings are seen with students going in and out from there. 'Those must be the dorms.' The exterior of the buildings has a different color scheme from the majority of the academy, but the same to each other.
Turning the corner into the courtyard, he sees a statue of two figures, a man and woman, both garbed in armor and robes with hoods, displaying their weapons on top of a rock; below them was a lone Grimm, a Beowulf, which, interestingly enough, wasn't attacking or trying to climb up to their position, rather facing in the same direction of the male. 'That's an interesting detail to have.' Making a mental note to ask about it later, Embrah returns to his search of Beacon Tower.
"Now, if I was a conspicuous, towering building, where would I be put? I might be right in the middle. Architects seem to enjoy doing that kind of stuff a lo-"
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" He was cut short from his mid self-dialog when he heard a yell from behind him. He turns around to see a young man with light-brown hair in black clothing and grey armor bumping past him in a frantic run. Before he could think or say anything in response, he hears another yell behind him and turns to face who else it was, only to see a fist flying straight for his face.
Now, in any other circumstance, Embrah would have reacted like any other sane person with proper training in his field of expertise would do and counter the incoming threat and deliver his own attack or defend in response, but at that moment he was distracted by the face connected to the arm, more specifically, the eyes of the person.
Burning red eyes guided his attention away from the imminent assault he was about to receive, triggering him to remember something similar about the sharing of irises, before realizing his current situation and quickly reacting to his immediate problem, just before his was finally struck in his face and sent flying back, crashing through a wall about twenty feet from his previous position.
The one who punched him was huffing in irritation for a moment, wild blonde hair obscuring half of their face as they assumed that the intended target they were after was promptly laid flat a couple of feet near them, but after a few seconds to calm down from the anger high, they soon realize their mistake. As did their company.
"Yang! What have you done?!" A short girl in red came running up next to her, a panicked expression present on her face. "Oh, I asked you to just leave it alone, you didn't have to go after him. And now you punched someone else!"
The blonde brawler responsible is in a state of panic, as brief eye contact with the person who is currently under a now destroyed wall told her that he was, understandably, not prepared for the sudden impact and could very well be extremely hurt.
"You dolts!" A girl in a white dress with equally white hair rushes past the both of them towards the person under the rubble. "We need to help him. Now, hurry up you three!"
Both Yang and the girl in red quickly ran after the girl in white, along beside them was a girl in black who suddenly appeared next to them, all of them picking up the pace towards the mess. But in mid-run, the girl in red stopped, noticing something behind her on the ground.
At the site, the girl in white was trying to lift up the large pile of stone wall off the young man with help from her glyphs, being very careful doing so. But before she could get very far in her work, an arm busted through the rubble and began to push downwards to break free the rest of the body trapped beneath. The head was seen first as he spits and coughed out pieces and rock and dust out his mouth.
"Well, that wasn't what I expected to happen the first day I'm here," *Crack* "Damn, I'm gonna have to practice next time something like this happens. Note to self, relieve stiff neck. Preferably by a masseuse." Embrah sighs as he dusts himself off to try and look more presentable as he was before. 'Luckily I was able to react in time for a defense. Ugh, but that was a pretty strong straight, made me use close to about 41% of my aura.'
Looking up, though not by much, he sees that there was a girl standing there before him, light blue eyes staring back at his own steel blue, blinking in surprise. 'Huh, a Schnee, that's surprising. Didn't think the heiress of the company would be here.'
"Uh… hello." Embrah brings a hand up to wave, trying to start a conversation with the girl in front of him.
The girl quickly shakes the shock and surprise away and looks back at him with slight worry on her face. She was about to ask about his current well-being, just around the time Yang decided to make herself know by barreling past her and going up to the accidentally assaulted victim, the girl in black coming up from behind and standing next to the girl in white, who looked irritated at the blonde in front of her.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry about that. I didn't mean to hit you, honestly. You were in the way of someone else I was chasing and I couldn't stop myself in time and..."
Embrah was half paying attention to her apologetic spiel, noticing that her eyes were not the color he thought he had previously seen, as instead of an intense, raging inferno, in their place were a set of bright lilac eyes, filled with concern. Which made him pay attention to what she was saying and quickly thought of a response.
"It's alright, I'm fine," He holds his hands up in confirmation of his words. "It honestly doesn't hurt as much as it should have."
Ignoring his words, Yang walked over to him, gripping his head in her hands and started to move his head around, looking for any damage that she must've caused, all the while he just lets her.
"Yang, don't be rude and just grab him like that," the girl in white said, taking Yang's hands away from the man. "I must apologize for my teammate. She knows or should know, better than to fight outside the training rooms. Even if certain circumstances make it difficult to do so properly, you shouldn't go about breaking such rules. Isn't that right, Yang?" She eyes Yang off to the side, giving off a feeling of dissatisfaction and vexation towards the brawler, making her in turn roll her own eyes at the icy glare.
"Ugh Weiss, you know what Cardin said to Ruby, and you know I wouldn't just sit down and take it lightly. And, I've already said sorry and was checking him for injuries. Though I'm still gonna go for him later." The last part she whispered to herself.
"Uh, girls, I..."
"That doesn't excuse your destructive behavior on this situation. You got riled up over something that shouldn't have done so, as you know the reaction that degenerate was trying to go for. You should be smarter than this, or at the very least, understand common sense."
"Well, excuse me Ice Queen, not everyone can be as composed or uptight as you can be," Yang rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Would actually do you some good to loosen up a bit. I thought my positive attitude would break that mold you got."
"Well, the only thing your "positive attitude" has done is infuriate me to my core."
"That's a sign that it's working," Yang smirks and sticks out her tongue at the heiress.
"Uh…."
"Don't waste your breath. They'll go like this for a little bit." Turning his head towards the direction of the voice, he sees a dark-haired girl with a black bow perched on top of her head. She walks up in front of him looking at the verbal fight going on, arms crossed under her breasts.
"It's just something they do. Happens pretty much every other day. It's better to just sit back and enjoy the show."
Embrah sighs and scratches his head at the explanation. "Well, I know what that feels and looks like. A little bit too well for my liking. Though I didn't expect that my first day visiting here to be like this."
"You're not a student here?" The dark-haired girl turned to him for confirmation.
He shakes his head in response. "No, I even got here around 10 minutes ago. You can bet I was surprised to be greeted with a face stuffed full of fist. That was… Oh!"
He slaps his forehead in realization. He looks at the girl who in turn looks back, amber eyes watching him confused.
"Do you know where the Beacon Tower is? I was supposed to go there today but due to some failed instructions from an irritable informant, I don't know where it is."
"Well, the tower is just past this courtyard over to the back of the school by the cliffs." She points in the referred direction, the path leading to the back end of the courtyard. "Just follow that path around and then take a left. You'll see it on your right after a minute."
"Oh great, thank you for that, uh…"
"You can call me Blake."
"Blake," Walking in front of her, he bows his head. "Thank you for your assistance in helping me find the tower."
Blake stares at him with a bit of blush on her face. "Uh, it's no problem."
He looks at her smiling. "I owe you one. Whatever it is." Jogging over to the directed path, he turns his head back to her. "My name's Embrah and please tell the blonde girl that I'm really fine, I'm not holding any grudges on that, honestly."
Blake nods her head with a small smile. "She'll be happy to hear that."
With a wave, Embrah walks along to his destination.
Blake watches him go before focusing her attention on her friends still in verbal combat, which interestingly enough had Yang's arm around Weiss's shoulders with a shit-eating grin and with the heiress looking away from her, an irritated look on her face accompanied with a deep blush.
"Come on Weiss-cream, it wouldn't hurt to loosen up a bit. And I bet a certain guandao wielding, blue-haired flirt would be happier to see this side of you too," She wiggles her eyebrows with mirth. "As well as another side. One hidden under the false façade that is your upbringing, as you take him by the shirt pinning him against the wall, as your steamy breath just inches away from his-" Yang laughs and moves to avoid a smack from the fuming heiress, wide-eyed and still red in the face from the teasing the brawler dished out.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Xiao Long! I swear I don't know why or how I can put up with you."
"I have no idea, but I commend your patience with me. You're almost on the level that Ruby has."
Weiss crosses her arms. "That's very concerning. Speaking of whom, where is she?"
As if called upon by the heavens themselves, the cloak wearing reaper appeared behind the three huntresses.
"Hey guys," Turning to see her, they are met with the sight of the girl hefting up a large duffel bag walking towards them. "I think we might have a bit of a problem."
Yang walked up and took the bag from her, the heavy weight of it surprising her as she slightly had to adjust the bag in her arms. "Where did you find this, Ruby?"
"I think it belongs to that guy you punched."
Yang's eyes went wide and started to look around the area for any sign of him. "Oh crap, I forgot about him. Where'd he go?"
"He went to Beacon Tower," Blake said as she came up beside Yang. "And he said not to worry about the whole punching him in the face thing. He's fine from what I could see."
"That's not the reason I want to talk to him now. I mean, that too, but not only that. I want to know how he did it."
"Did what?" Ruby asks with obvious confusion.
"The fact that he's still fine after my punch."
"What's the problem with him not being injured from that?" Weiss interjects her own opinion on the matter.
"Him not being injured isn't what I'm bugging over. It's more along the lines of how he was able to stay scratch free after seeing his reaction."
"His reaction?" Blake asks in interest.
"When I was launching my attack at Cardin as he moved away, the first thing I saw was his face and the way he looked at me. It was like he was lost for a couple of seconds before realizing that I was about to punch him. It was clear as day to see he wasn't ready for it. There was no way he could've dodged or put up a block in time and I hit him dead in the middle of his face. And I put about half my full strength into that punch. He was sure to have at least a broken nose from that."
"Now that you mention it, he didn't seem all that phased when he came out of the rubble." Weiss said, arms crossed contemplating on the matter. "More like it was barely an inconvenience to him."
"Whoa, the fact he was able to take a punch from Yang and not be hurt means that he's really strong." Ruby waves her hands excitedly at this information. "I wonder if he'd be a match for me and Crescent Rose."
Yang rolls her eyes at this. "Oh please, I was holding back on that attack. Though I do want to fight him again," A shark-like grin appears on her face. "See what he's really made of."
"Well before the both of you get too excited about it, we still have his bag." The statement from Blake shook the sisters out of their inner thoughts involving the young man with their own little fights and stared at duffel in Yang's arms.
"We should go after him and give it back." Ruby states.
"Yeah, we could," Glinting eyes can be seen on the face of one Xiao Long as she places the bag on the ground. "Or, we could see if nothing got damaged after the whole *ahem* incident."
"Yang, don't you start going through other people's personal possessions. You're better than that." Weiss huffs in disappointment at the brawler's actions.
"Weiss, be honest. You know I'm not."
Weiss starts to argue on that statement before stopping and just shakes her head. "You're horrible. Don't involve me in your hooligan acts."
"But I really am worried that something might've broke in here. I just wanna make sure everything's fine and stuff. Honest." Proving her point, Yang holds her right arm in the air with her left behind her back, a sign of sincerity.
"Yang, even though that would maybe a good idea to do, that and I can totally see your fingers crossed," Yang looks away in denial. "Weiss is right. We shouldn't go through people's stuff like that. That's rude." Ruby chides her sister with authority. "We should go find this guy and give the bag back"
"I suggest we do that later," Blake turns to Ruby. "It seems like he might have an appointment with the Headmaster. We wouldn't want to interrupt."
Weiss sighs at this. "If that's the case, then I suggest we wait here until he's done with his meeting. If it takes too long, then we'll just go to a staff member or one of the teachers and let them hold on to it with instructions to see the Headmaster later to return it. We are responsible for him losing it"
"I have no problem with it." Blake says, pulling a book out from... somewhere, reading from a page she bookmarked.
"Alright then, it's decided!" Ruby smiles in approval. "Yang, let's go to the tower and see if we could stay there to wait for..."
She turns to address her sister only to see that no one was there.
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"She went over there while we were talking." Blake points to a large shrub with a healthy amount of blonde sticking out the side, looking like she's hunched over.
"Yang!" Ruby rushes over to stop her from peering into the bag, tackling her through the shrubbery. "We said no snooping through his stuff." She was about to say more before Yang shoved something up to her face.
"Looky what I found."
In her hands was the katana stored in the bag. Ruby just stares at it. Slowly, the hand of a weapons enthusiast reaches out...
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Walking through the glass doors of the tower, Embrah looked around the floor, only seeing an elevator at the end of the hallway, the only furniture seen were a couple of chairs next to said elevator.
"Ok, this is weird for interior design. Must be a personal preference." He pauses. "Yeah, I don't get it."
"Glad to see someone else thinks so, openly anyway."
Embrah quickly swivels his body to the entrance her just came from to see a woman. She was fairly tall with blonde hair tied in a tight bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face, a white long-sleeved top as her upper body attire with cuffs with pleats at her wrists. A black pencil skirt covers her lower body to her knees accompanied with black stockings. On her back loos to be a violet cape ending in a cut flame design. In her right hand is what seems to be riding crop, though Embrah thinks it was just his imagination, with her left pushing up the oval glasses up to her piercing green eyes.
She looks him over. "You must be the one Qrow spoke of earlier. Come along, Headmaster Ozpin has been waiting for you to arrive."
Embrah could only stare as she walks over to the elevator, its doors opening as if waiting for her to approach it. " Come now, young man."
Embrah steadily strides over. 'I didn't even feel her presence entering the building. She's good. I wonder how skilled Ozpin is'
He steps into the enclosed space with the woman as the doors close them within.
Alright, another chapter out. After this chapter, I may have a schedule for it. Though right now, I'm just glad I'm done with this one. Gotta say, disappointed with myself for how long it took me to write this, mostly due to procrastination. But now, I shall become a better person because of it... maybe. IDK.
