Dark

The hall was usually dark, lit as it was by design in order to ensnare the attention of all who entered it. But with the small amount of light that usually permeated the long table extinguished, the form of the dark witch and her pet were both quite well camouflaged. They would be completely invisible if not for the small amount of dim red light that Seer produced with its crystal pedestal. The witch's fingers dug deep into either side of the beast, as those cold eyes gazed hungrily into it, soaking up what seemed to be very enrapturing information. She was so intent on gazing, she did not look up when the door to the hall suffered several knocks. After a short pause, the large black means of ingress swung aside to reveal the straight-backed posture and pompous disposition of Arthur Watts. He looked tired, his usually tidy hair drooping slightly, but he looked happier than last time. While his nature had driven him to enter without permission, his nerve would not carry him so far as to approach Salem without introduction. He cleared his throat loudly, Salem still did not look up to his surprise and private annoyance and so the scientist spoke, with as humble a voice he could muster for his triumphant giddiness.

"My lady. It's all done!"

The silence that followed these words slowly deflated the scientist, and he began to subtly regret not waiting to be summoned into the room. The witch was still observing something, but one of her hands had left the side of her beast and had started beckoning in Watts' direction. Not sure what he was in for, he obeyed. The walk seemed all the longer for the uncertainty, but when Watts found himself next to his mistress, it was only to find her with a look of true wonder on her pale face. Under her breath she kept muttering "All this time…all this time…"

"M-my lady?" Watts was relieved but still confused by Salem's reaction to what he had said, she hadn't given him the order that long ago, and he had only performed to her specifications. But perhaps it was what she had been observing in that nasty thing. The witch didn't react instantly, but slowly raised her head to face her other pet. Watts was taken aback, he had never seen his mistress so genuinely and utterly content. The veins on her face did practically nothing to soil the look of excitement on her face. She extended the same hand that had been calling him forward, and actually touched Watts' cheek. He was so shocked, he dared not turn away, but continued to look into those dark eyes.

"That is…wonderful news…you've done well doctor." Said the witch, in little more than a whisper. A true smile had spread her face and the fingers, cold as ice against his tanned skin, were retracted slowly. Watts didn't know whether to blush or get his cheek disinfected, so he just stood there. Salem took one last longing look at Seer before standing up, facing her servant.

"Get them ready. I have a test mission planned for them Watts, they're going on a scavenger hunt."

Watts raised his prominent eyebrows at this. "A…scavenger hunt, ma'am?"

"It'll all make perfect sense once I give you the data. But I need you to be ready to move in a few hours. Is that clear? "

Watts straightened up slightly and nodded formally. "Of course, your highness."

"Good, you may go."

With a final bow, Watts turned on his heel and headed for the door. He chanced a look back and saw his mistress once again in deep contemplation. Closing the door, Watts whipped out some antiseptic spray and cleaned off his face. What the devil had gotten into her? She must have known that none of the others had reported back, he had expected her to be furious. Whatever she had stumbled across in the mind of that old man must have been impressive. He sated his curiosity with the thought that he would find out soon enough and made to take the transport back to his lab. He didn't want to keep his pets waiting.

Back in the chamber, Salem stroked the edge of Seer's pedestal, A crease in her brow. These things took so long to make and held quite a bit of power. For one huntress to burn it so easily. She wondered if the Saiyan had trained them all to wield such strength, strength not unlike her own magic. All this time she had been fighting that idiot, thinking he was the only one,when there were other means to use sorcery. But that did not matter anymore, Salem had her eyes on something much juicier. An impossibility she had thought, that any magic other than hers could still exist on this world. A magic that would even the odds, even against them.

Even though she knew that the old prune could not hear hear or see her anymore, the witch looked intently at the image of that poor man, struggling to escape her beloved Seers many limbs. She spoke to the faux man in the same whisper as before. "You've impressed me Son Goku…but you've had your chance. You and your little friends will pay for what you did to my child, and my darling Cinder. You will regret ever hearing my name, and with this…" Salem drifted a loving finger over the edge of the now orange glowing crystal. "You just handed me the key to my true victory...and Ozpin's final failure. Now Seer…" And Salem leaned forward, boring into the crystal, her eyes wide with hunger. "Tell me more about what he called…"

"Dragon Balls."

Light

The thin face twitched as the light burst forth from the opened door, which caused the chains binding him to clink mockingly. The slow footsteps informed the faunus that someone was approaching. The yellow eyes strained to open and perceived a dark for overhead, who was nursing one fist in the other hand. The room was still as bleak as ever, with its windowless walls, and hot air. It was so humid that it was impossible to even think about struggling.

"Whats…wrong? Finally decided to kill me?"

"No." Answered the voice. "I've just come to help."

"Help!? How could a worthless thing like you help me!?"

"I have come to help… refresh your memory." Finished the figure, with an ominous crack of the knuckles.

"Lets start with the tail."