Freddy let out a sigh of relief when his back made contact with his matrass, sending a somewhat pleasant sensation over his body. This, in combination with the amount of hours he had worked seemingly took their toll of Freddy, since he closed his eyes seconds later. He opened them again a few moments later, rolled on his side and stared out of the window, where the broken moon's light shone through the darkness. A small ray of light had made its way into the room because of it, and Freddy could only stare at it. It would be a very important day tomorrow, since that would be the day he was going to Vale to investigate the place of Ramses' arrival. Ultimately he would have to investigate his own place of arrival as well. He was not too sure what he would find, but he was sure about one thing...
Ramses had to work extra hard tomorrow because of his absence. Of course this was all talked over and agreed on both sides, but Ramses was still a bit reluctant to let his uncle wander the streets of Vale alone. Of course Freddy was the adult, but Ramses knew more of this place than anyone. So after some arguments on both sides it was agreed that Freddy would have to do this one alone, and concentrate on the task at hand and not get distracted. A task Freddy was happy to be bestowed upon him. Ozpin has seemingly put most of his trust in Ramses, seeing as he always had these informative talks with him about Earth and its history. Of course it made sense, because Ramses was the only one who knew much about Remnant's future. Freddy only knew what he was told, and that was not much.
"I mustn't let that get in my way, though." Freddy said to himself, stiffing a yawn. "I just need to do the things Ramses told me to do, and I'll be fine." He let that sentence sink in for a moment before chuckling softly to himself. "It should be the other way around." He said. "I should be the one to guide Ramses in situations like these, expect he's doing it to me. Am I really that lost?"
"Not lost, uncle, just un-informed." Ramses' voice echoed through the room. Freddy rolled around, now facing Ramses who stood in the doorway, leaning against it with crossed arms. "Just like I am right now." He muttered, walking into the room and closing the door behind him. "It should have been obvious he wouldn't answer all of my questions. But who am I kidding, I didn't even had the right to ask such a question to begin with." He let out a sigh before finally reaching his bed. "Today has been a very tiresome day, hasn't it?" he asked his uncle, who only nodded in agreement.
"What happened?" Freddy asked, scooping closer to the side of his bed. "Did something go wrong?"
"A better question would be "what didn't go wrong", uncle." Ramses replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes and plopping down on his bed. "I asked something that had been bugging me for quite some time, and I thought now was the time to get the answer I've been yearning for. Turns out I'm still in the complete dark, since Ozpin blatantly dismissed my question and began to ask his own." He sat on the edge of his bed and clasped his hands over one another. "Perhaps he was right. I mean the subject was a touchy one, Uncle."
"What could be so "touchy" that makes him dismiss a question that was clearly asked out of curiosity?" Freddy asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Freddy knew Ramses' curiosity was limitless, and he always wanted to know everything about everyone. This, compared with the amount of satirical and sarcastic comments he makes, are the number one reason he always gets himself into trouble with other—even family members. His intentions are not ill-meant, in fact he is always trying to help others… but to do so he needs to know what's going on. And that's usually when things went wrong. "Ramses…" Freddy started, only to be cut off by Ramses who raised his hand, motioning Freddy to be quiet.
"I asked what happened to Ruby's mother." Ramses replied. "In case you're wondering, Ruby's mother, Summer Rose, is no longer amongst the living." Ramses turned to Freddy, and saw his expression soften. He continued, however. "It's been a total mystery of what happened to her to this very day. There have been many speculations, but no one has been able to uncover the truth. Of course RoosterTeeth might be coming out with an episode in Volume four explaining this, but until that we're both in the dark. The only one who knows about this is, in my opinion, Ozpin."
"And why do you think Ozpin knows what happened to her?" Freddy asked. "And an even better question would be why he would keep this secret from Ruby herself. What would he have to gain from keeping her mother's death a secret?" he shook his head. "Ramses, it is very late. I suggest you go get some sleep. You have a long day waiting for you tomorrow, remember that. And so do I."
Ramses held his chin n though, looking out of the window and directly at the moon. "It has to do with silver eyes, Freddy." He said.
"E-Excuse me?" Freddy asked. "Silver eyes? What do you mean by that?"
"In Volume three, when Pyrrha is killed by Cinder, Ruby sees it happen right in front of her. Pyrrha's death triggered something in Ruby—and no, I'm not talking about those 'dank memes' triggers. Ruby did something… something out of this world." Ramses replied, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh before continuing. "I need to know what it is. I remember seeing a picture of Ruby's mother, and she had silver eyes too. I think that these "silver eyes" mean something—and the bad guys do not like what they mean, Freddy." Ramses inhaled a deep breath before plopping on his back, arms spread over his matrass and head pounding with unanswered questions. "I need you to do a few things for me when you go to Vale tomorrow, Freddy."
"And what might that be?" Freddy asked.
"Ask people about the White Fang. Make it look like you just arrived in Vale—which shouldn't be hard considering, you know…" he trailed off. "Anyways, ask about the White Fang and were they have been attacking. Go to "Dust Shops" and see which one's weren't robbed yet, because those are surely their next target." Ramses looked at Freddy, smiling. "With this information we might be able to spoil Cinder's plan before it get set into motion."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" Freddy asked. "From what you to me about her, Cinder has eyes and ears everywhere. One misstep, one word too much and I—no we could end up dead, Ramses. I thought we were going to find a ways for us to return home, not to be heroes."
"Just hear me out on this one Freddy. I'll explain why I want to do things this way." Ramses replied, holding up his hands in defense. "I know what you're thinking, and I know my plan sounds crazy, but with you in the field we can really turn things around. Remember, Freddy, Dust is the number one fuel of Remnant, and the world cannot do without it. Dust powers weapons, vehicles, and… well almost everything. The White Fang aren't just a bunch of circle-jerking idiots. They need Dust to further their plans." Ramses yawned before continuing. "So what if we act smart, something the police might not have been doing, and keep an eye on the Dust shops that haven't been robbed yet? Or even better, convince Ozpin to let the owners of said Dust-shops to move their shops near Beacon Academy. That way Vale won't be short on Dust anymore. The shopkeepers will be safe too, and Cinder will have to find another way to get the Dust she needs. Smart move, right?"
Freddy looked at Ramses with a look of skepticism. "You're asking me to find Dust-shops that are bound to be robbed. Those robberies could take place any day, including tomorrow, my nephew."
"And the White Fang? What about them? Are we supposed to let them continue their wrongdoings?" Ramses asked. He got out of bed and walked towards the window and opened it, sighing in relief when soft gusts of cold wind caressed his skin. "We must stop what is bound to happen someday, Freddy. This isn't something we can just ignore. This concerns our wellbeing as well. Should Beacon be invaded and should event play out like they are supposed to, we'll all be dead." Ramses stated, his gaze now fixed upon the moonlit sky of Beacon. "We're not Huntsmen, nor are we fighters. You know how we are Freddy. We prefer talking to fighting, mouths over fists."
"That could be interpreted in a very wrong way." Freddy remarked, snickering a bit.
"Can we be serious for a moment, please?" Ramses snapped back, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll address some points I want to discus, and you'll add your own opinion afterwards, okay?"
"You got it, boss." Freddy replied.
"Okay," Ramses replied. "So we've got the White Fang covered a bit. Now we need to address another point that's been bugging me. We need to know what the hell we're going to do when the dance comes around. Cinder is going to be infiltrating Beacon Tower and steal some very important data that gives her a big advantage over us. If we could somehow be able to stop that from happening without making ourselves looking suspicious then perhaps we might be able to turn the tides." Ramses closed his eyes, humming in thought. "I don't think it's wise to tell Ozpin yet, since he might do things that will not be pretty and might mess up the "balance of the universe"." He rubbed his head and let out a sigh before continuing. "I think we need to make sure Ozpin is present at the dance along with Goodwitch. I think that when the dance starts we'll be able to take action. We need to watch out for Mercury and Emerald, since they're the two cunts that are going to screw us over if we're not careful. They'll snitch on us like a fifth grader does on his little brother when he steals a cookie from the cookie jar."
"That is a very weird yet interesting way of seeing things." Freddy commented. "Also mind telling me what my part is going to be in all of this?" he asked.
"You're going to show me some of your gayest moves and make them on Mercury. You might look pedo, you might look creepy, but you'll be doing the world a favor." Ramses replied.
"Is he hot?" Freddy asked.
"Who? Mercury? Eh, I'd give it a five out of ten. No one can beat my looks. I mean I make all the pussies wet." Ramses replied, snickering to himself.
"Wet from fear." Freddy replied, chuckling to himself. "I'll do my best, my young nephew. Consider this Mercury locked up in the closet."
"For the love of God please let him stay locked up. One homosexual is enough to deal with." Ramses said.
"I thought you wanted to be serious?" Freddy joked, jabbing Ramses' side playfully. "Anything else?"
Ramses looked at Freddy with a deadpan expression before replying. "Yes. Consider this a fair warning from me. Whenever you see Emerald trust absolutely no one. Whatever you may think you see, just know that there is a good chance she's fucking with your brain. Emerald has the power to create illusions—make you see things that aren't there. Just stay out of her way."
"And what if she crosses my path?" Freddy asked. "Should I just walk away?"
Ramses shook his head. "No, just act normal. Just pretend like you don't know her."
"But I don't know her!" Freddy exclaimed.
"Well then you shouldn't have any trouble talking to her!" Ramses retorted.
Freddy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Anything else you want to discuss? I really want to go to bed."
Ramses nodded his head before replying. "Yes, just one more thing before we head to bed. Ruby plays an important role in all of this. I'm not too sure about it but I do know, however, that Cinder gets fucked when she kills Pyrrha. By all means necessary, Freddy, keep Ruby Rose safe. Always have a watchful eye on her no matter what. You got that?" he asked, smiling when Freddy quickly nodded his head. "I feel like somethings are bound to change one way or another. I mean for crying out loud we—two faggots who literally are alien to this world arrived here for crying out loud! And while we don't know why or how we arrived here, I do know this gives us an opportunity to change the outcome of this whole situation. We have our bar, we have friends—well… maybe not friends. I don't know. Could I consider Jaune a friend?"
"Yes." Freddy replied with a deadpan expression. "Even Pyrrha and Ruby seem to like you. They always seem at ease when they're around you. Maybe it's your charm.
"It's the Loreal Paris, fam." Ramses replied, running a hand through his blonde hair. "No one can resist my beautiful hair."
"Lucky guy." Freddy said, sighing afterwards. "And here I am bald and without any blonde locks of hair."
"Hair transplants, my dude." Ramses joked. "They do wonders."
"Ramses." Freddy deadpanned. "Goodnight."
Ramses chuckled to himself before looking out the window again, staring off into the moonlit sky. "Goodnight, uncle. Sleep tight. You're going to need it."
When darkness finds you; you will face it, alone. That is what many people have unfortunately have to go through. Darkness can be a scary thing. But what if humanities greatest fear? Is it the fear of darkness? No. The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is the fear of the unknown. Not knowing what is to happen next on your path, in your life, your future might feel like thrill for some. But for others it's a living nightmare. Fear is something that simply cannot be repressed. Everyone fears something, no matter how strong or bold they are.
Blake tiredly entered her room as quietly as she could. This night had not gone as planned. She feared something like this might have happened. And Oum forbid it actually did. Now she had just raised more suspicion than she initially wanted to. Ramses was probably going to keep a watchful eye on her whenever she was around. She just had to let her curiosity run wild. And why did she even ask his opinion on Faunus? Who in their right mind would ask such a thing to a complete stranger? She felt stupid and tired, but she could not sleep. Not while the memories of her past still haunted her to this very day. She would not rest until they were stopped.
The White Fang had to be stopped, one way or another.
Ramses was still not completely rid of her, however. Something about his lest sentence to her did raise her suspicions of him even more. She would have to keep a close eye on him too.