Author's Note: Took a brief break to see what the canon volume three would do.
And damn, it went way darker then I would have thought.
Anyway, here is the tournament Arc; which is also the shortest arc at three chapters before the last arc.
Enjoy.
The Heroes and The Queen
Revenge, Peace, Arrogance, and Survival
Chapter Eighteen: Sisters Part Two
The Headmaster was just about done listening to their story, and for Jaune and Yang it felt as though he was done in general. The morning of the tournament had just started, and already Ozpin was weary, inattentively engrossed by the glass surface of his desk. To Yang, the enigmatic professor didn't look like his usual self, an almost replay of him during his opening speech nearly a year ago. But to Jaune, Ozpin's seemingly hesitation to respond filled him with worsening dread than he already had. Even he had doubts on what he actually saw. A fantastic and disturbing account that left many questions; hoping that they, at very least, would be believed.
The growing march of the gears filled the air after a minute since sharing the tale, then the Headmaster glanced away and sighed before removing himself from the chair, and leisurely with cane walked towards a small white bookcase away from them. The observing teens watched his finger glided up and down three shelves, picking several books in small length and large, before heading back and distributing them over his desk in cascading form. The stoic Ozpin just waited in his chair.
Jaune joined Yang in looking over the books: they were bare, dark colored covers with bold titles.
The Disgruntled Gods. The Lost Clans. The Grimm that walk and talk.
Their eyes sweep over the titles, unsure what to make of them. Jaune-never being much of a reader himself-delicately picked one (The Lost Clans), The pages were dull in light yellow, the grammar and spacing was archaic and even more arcane to read. Whoever typed them weren't writers, that much Jaune knew.
A single sharp gasp popped from his left. Yang quickly shoved the book (The Grimm that walk and talk) to his face. Her thumb marked between pages of illustrations of many Grimm in antiquated depictions, but among them he saw was an etching of the very same creatures they saw that night. From the yellowing it must have been several hundred years old, yet was unmistakable clear as a modern picture.
"No way." Jaune said. His pondering mind was still boggling, and this made it even worse.
Both teens raised their heads at the Headmaster. "If what you have told me is true, then you are not the first ones to have such encounters." Ozpin said.
"Then we're not crazy, I guess. Hehe." Yang was heard in between nervous and relieved; she brought her hair around and started stroking it.
"And you're not the first ones to be called crazy." he stated, which brought down their mood. The truth was a bitter pill. "I believe that you believe you saw something." he grabbed the same book with illustrations, fluttering to the page. "I've walked this world as Huntsmen for many years now, I've heard my fair share of accounts turn stories turn tall tales during my travels in my younger days." lips paused while silently remarking the etching: An upright humanoid in smooth armor, sophisticated looking even for this day, the Grimm mask the most horrid of it. "I've also seen the terrible pattern of relators losing themselves in trying to explain the unexplainable. They being rebuffed, called out that they're mistaking the creatures of Grimm for something that they're not; even though we know little of the Grimm as it currently stands. And in the end their reports are accused by people as maddening obsessions until they fall out of obscurity. Crazy is what everyone calls them."
"But we're not crazy!" Jaune desperately shouted, he picked up another book. Passing pages, trying bring up anything miscellaneous to back him up. "Come on! there's gotta be something!" he defeatedly clutched the book close, his frown aimed back at the outwardly pitiless Ozpin. For some time now, Jaune has exhibited more and more distressed.
Yang was just as troubled but kept an unwavering front. "Honestly, they read like madman's writings, but I know what I saw and these hold up the truth." she said. Her eyes then narrowed. "And I think you knew this before."
Ozpin met her challenge; he wavered, a disappointment in himself. "In truth, I'm one of these accusers. Men and women braying like mad that I refuse to believe: one of them a close friend." his words drew out cold then mellowed somber. "There is always a kernel of truth in every story; ludicrous twisting into insidious. But I don't know anymore."
"We have to do something." Yang said, lowly quiet.
The Headmaster stood up, ambling around the table with cane. "As Hunters we'll undoubtedly face an arbitrary gallery of enemies. Yet the singular goal is always to threaten the peace we have."
"Then what do we do?"
"That is the question that defines every generation isn't?" his small smirk dimmed away. "It may be discouraging to hear...but I don't know." this time he took the defeated role; pensively moving his face away. "Even with my hair hoary with age I'm still a thinking man with a reckless streak."
The friendly explosions of fireworks from the opening festival, one red, green, blue and yellow popping a blooming bright, messy cloud within their sight took away his brooding. "I don't know." Ozpin repeated. A smaller and earnest smile soon overtook him. He placed his hand on Yang's shoulder. "But when has that ever stop anyone? Life is to be had, and it shouldn't stop you from exercising your right to that."
Yang appeared to seriously regard his way. Jaune did not. He sprang up; still fringe of fragileness in his expression. "We got to do something! We can't leave well enough alone! this is huge and is going to affect everyone."
"You always perceive to me as a man of action, Mr Arc. Very well, what is your plan?" Ozpin in his way coldly humored him, and just headed towards elevators without waiting. Only Yang showed some sympathy as the Headmaster correctly assumed Jaune had none. They were beckon to follow him.
Ozpin waited like an imposing sentinel. The teens behind him-one clouded of mind and the other dejectedly hanging his head. He spoke: "If I could impart some words, it is that there will always be a need to do something. Peace is a constant work, and we must not let work stagnate us. You are Hunters and you will act accordingly." The elevator door pinged and hissed open. "And today is also your day. Have at it."
Nothing further from Yang voiced objection; although, heavy clouded, and melancholic face said otherwise. Jaune's distrait mind was obvious with his slouching posture and hanging head bobbing as he moved to the elevator. He was then stopped by Ozpin and his horizontal cane as barrier, Yang and Jaune struck by surprise, and the former wordless as the doors closed on her.
"Let us have a talk, Mr Arc." the Headmaster lowered his cane. "Just a few minutes of your time." walking back to his desk, authoritative air of his beckoning the student to follow suit.
Jaune dawdled over to the hot-seat. Unaware why he was back; this just felt like an underwhelming bother to an already building list that tempted him to freak out. "I feel like the world is being thrown at me." he admitted brokenly.
"Or is it that you throw yourself at the world." Ozpin said. "Head-on. In my opinion it is the preferred attitude for a Huntsmen. Of course, you can't tackle everything on your own; set limits, and set allies with those around you."
"Those around me." Jaune muttered distantly. It peaked the Headmaster's interest. "Can I talk to you about Pyrrha?"
"You wish to talk about your girlfriend?" Ozpin saw a rare, lighthearted amusement on the boy's discomfiture: Their relationship was not broadcasted, but to the shrewd it was very well known. And the Headmaster had an 'oh please, everyone knows' expression for Jaune. "I must commend you on putting Pyrrha's well being in a pedestal in spite of the daunting affairs around you."
"Pedestal…"Jaune thought deeply of the word; softly shaking his head. "Ever since I was little I've wanted fame. To be put on a pedestal, with all the admiration and praise, I mean, who wouldn't want that? At least, not until Pyrrha told me that being put on a pedestal separated her from making any kinda meaningful connection; she said that she liked me because I saw her as anybody else: Because I don't know her."
"Do you?"
Jaune tilted his head at the question, trying hard not to advert his eyes. "Pyrrha's my best friend. She's the nicest person I've ever met, the prettiest girl too; even if I didn't noticed it at first. She never gave up hope on me, even though sometimes I thought she should. That's what finally clicked with me, and I felt that's all I should know. But lately she shown a side that I didn't know about and now I feel like…" the dreaded realization stayed behind his lips.
"I take it that you don't know much about her home?" Ozpin probed again. Despite only leaning slightly his presence was overbearingly and uncontrollably close for Jaune.
"We-We've talked a lot about our homes, family and-" the boy stopped abruptly as the Headmaster shot his hand firmly upward.
"I mean her home kingdom of Mistral." Ozpin was replied with a blank gawk, which he continued. "As her partner you would undoubtedly acknowledge that Pyrrha Nikos is an exceptional fighter even out of her age group. And if I have to say anything good about Mistral is that they make well trained warriors."
"Is there anything bad you could say about them?" Jaune spoke distractedly. He glance back at the man catching his inattentive say, and Jaune panicked. "I-I mean I don't know much about outside the Kingdom, a-and I don't want say anything bad about Mistral. I just don't know."
Ozpin decided to give him a break, and for the first time, empathy. "Mistral, ever since its founding, built their culture around creating fighters. You could say all of the kingdoms took a page from them which lead way to Hunters. In my early days I traveled there, and to say that they are devoted to the culture is an understatement. Only the strong were held in any regard, as they were the only ones who did not perish. The tough environment bolstered the way for decades until it clashed with the less aggressive ideal of diplomacy as technology marched on. West and East Mistral cosmetically divided the Kingdom. The academy of Haven is a sorta of neutral place for these clashing ideals to melt. And I see many Hunters leave Haven with the best of both worlds with them. Pyrrha, despite hailing from the Western region, exhibited sensitively even to those beneath her. That is why Beacon wasn't hesitant to accept her: an honorable warrior and caring, self-sacrificing individual."
"She has conflicting ideals." Jaune discovered; thought he felt unsure if anything (behavior or actions) could be mitigated.
"As her partner you more than qualified already to stand with her, to talk to her. Even if it is the hardest thing you'll do." Ozpin raised his shoulders up and down, and drew a deep sigh. "Going against held principles I know well about, we all had them at least once in ours lives. Like the decision to let you into my academy."
"um, excuse me?"
The Headmaster noted the boy's sudden cold sweat but pressed on. "Warriors of every caliber have entered Beacon and none as more trying than you. And I say that not as a complement. Your acceptance papers tell a more fitting lie for someone who 'throws themselves at the world'."
"You knew?" Jaune's eyes darted nervous before steadying them. "Then why did you accept me?"
"Contingency is what I am preparing. I accepted you because you were bold enough to have the audacity to enter my academy on forgery. To my surprise you showed natural leadership in contrast to your yellow-belly and physical weak attributes. My gamble was rewarded." the sting to Jaune was obvious and Ozpin was stonily relentless. "You see the reason for people with special cases like you and other sorted misfits are allowed in here is because I'm prepping you for a secret war that I hope would not come to you. A war against many enemies not unlike of that you and Yang saw."
"War?" Jaune's eyes widen, his sight caught an Atlesian dropship in a usual patrol and his thoughts and hefted emotions shifted to them. "That Torchwick guy is already locked up right? and the White Fang? is it them? with that mysterious lady Ruby told me about? is that why Atlas is all around us? like some secret police crawling the hallways and the streets no matter where you go?" questions flew a mile a minute; his tension was high strung.
In the other side Ozpin stayed reserved. "Believe me, I feel the same way about the intrusion of Atlas. But the General of the army has had a good heart ever since I known him, and like you both of us have to give faith to those around us."
"But should we have faith in you?" Jaune let an emotional slip of the tongue. In truth the building anxiety was making him question just about everything. Even the enigmatic man of academic authority that students were expected to trust. A man with a reckless streak. One who would throw themselves at the world as a well. "When Atlas overreach is all over the school? are you even in control of Beacon?" his voice trembled lowly in anger.
The stonily face of Ozpin broke away to sullen scowl. "I say in all honestly, Mr Arc, that the only reason I don't have you expelled from my academy is because I'm desperate. For everyone in Beacon now, those who stride in becoming Hunters are an invaluable person. After the accounts you saw yesterday I know you believe that. So adjust your attitude accordingly, because frankly, if it were truly peaceful times I would kick you out myself."
After a minute Jaune slowly descended to his seat again. He wasn't himself, he knew that, and the stress has gotten to him. He sharply exhaled from his nose. "G-got it sir."
The Headmaster calmed down as well. "I sympathize with you; I do. Stress can be very detrimental, hopelessness can cloud you, and speaking from holding the title of a Huntsmen for a long time I can say that it stays a hard job." he smiled slightly. "But it is what we sign up for."
Jaune nodded softly. "Right sir."
"Problems are immortal but life moves on. It is an adversary that you must not show panic. You must begin with the small but meaningful hardships before tackling the world. And any hardship you, Jaune, face with Pyrrha can be resolve by you two and only you two alone. Don't fret; you already work well as partners. Dialogue can break down barriers, patience can trump stubbornness, the only time combat skill is irrelevant. And in the end you're both young and human. Live with it."
The boy gawked with wonderment, then he smiled."Got it sir."
Jaune followed the Headmaster as he led him to the elevator. "I am the Headmaster of Beacon until otherwise dictated. So don't think I've gone soft in my very old age, because I would kick you out." Ozpin said. Jaune gulped nervously. Ozpin smirked as the doors opened. "Not that I wouldn't let you back in. Sometimes you have to be reckless to be a leader. Stranger things had happen-unbelievable things. Keep what we've said in confidentiality would you? Because I will kick you out."
It was a misery, Yang thought.
But in a positive note. The same misery had also forged a stronger friendship with Jaune. They were the support in each others' episode of personal struggle and grudge; it concluded to an intertwining discovery that rattled them to the core and their sense of the world. For the past couple of days they shared stories, and he's the only one outside the team she told of her birth mother. Both finding and having the same deliberation and wary mind over Atlas. They gave each other comfort. For Jaune in what he had with Pyrrha, and with Yang on what she had with Ruby. In a funny way, Jaune now considered her and Ruby a second and third addition of honorary sisters to him.
The trouble face of hers moved from the Beacon courtyard statue that was the destination that she left a week ago to the sister she left. Ruby, wearing her hood up, waved weakly at her. She came from the docks and Yang approached-a little nervous.
"Hey," Yang greeted her somber arrival. "How was dad...and mom?"
"Y'know, dad, always proud of us, asking questions-which I didn't tell him that you were gone for a week. And mom, I told her everything since we started in Beacon and how much we changed-except that you were gone for a week."
"Yeah, both of them wouldn't like it." Yang lightly laughed. "So, is that all?"
Ruby's head bobbed in a perky manner. She smiled. "Dad told me to give you this!" a stream of red rose petals flew as the little sister embraced the older one with the best bear hug she could muster.
Yang recovered, and gently repaid back. 'I needed this.' she thought.
They separated and grinned at each other; It almost felt like everything was normal again. Almost.
Ruby pondered soon after: "So why did Professor Ozpin called you so early for? I mean, we kinda took advantage of the school's lackluster attendance, and those missions by Oobleck and Port when you were gone, I thought we were in the clear."
"We-I was. He just wanted to talk about what I learned...about my mother." Yang's face alighted frighteningly. "Don't tell dad or Qrow about that."
"Okay. Is that all?"
Under the notorious sniper's vision Yang instantly knew she was scrutinized. Yang wasn't a ditsy blond and had a knack for being shrewd on people, but her little sister was on a different level. Keen and sensitive to everyone around her. The harboring secret Yang had that she knew full well couldn't divulge.
"That's everything Ozpin wanted to know." until Jaune brought that other story up, she told herself. Despite feeling a mite guilty, technically she wasn't lying to her sister, Yang rationalized.
Ruby considered something, she regarded elsewhere. "Okay." she said, they began to walk back to the airship docks. "But I want to talk about something now. I want to talk to you about-" she stopped walking as soon as Yang did.
"Have you seen Penny?" she turn to Ruby. "I want to talk to her. I want to apologize to her in person."
Ruby was hoping to hear that. She beamed instantaneously. "Well, I haven't seen Penny for a while now. Pyrrha told she came looking for me before the White Fang took me. So I know she still cares." Ruby stayed optimistic. "She'll be in the tournament. And I want to apologize to her too; because android or not, Penny's my best friend and I won't leave her alone until I remind her of that."
Concern still lingered for Yang, "Whatever Atlas is up to with them, I think Penny's lucky to have you as her friend. You gave her a chance even when she sorta creep the rest of us out, and I'm positive she'll give you the same chance. At least that's one thing to like about her." But Yang believed full heartedly that it Penny harbored no ill will-she could see that now.
"Yeah Penny is awesome that way, I'm glad that I like her." Ruby couldn't be more eager to agree.
Although the good nurtured older sister took Ruby's zealous happiness in a different way. "If you like her then you should put a ring on her." the biggest smirk awaited.
Ruby nearly tripped. "Huh? wait, w-what are you saying?!" eyes darted back and forth.
"Just teasing." Yang swiped her thumb across her smirk, erasing it for a simple smile. "Anyway. Today is the big day. Everything else can wait, this is the day we've been waiting for when we open up the door." she said melodiously.
Ruby gawked perplexed. "But the door to the airbus is already open." she pointed at the three-deck aircraft at the docks where fellow students were lining up.
Yang stared googly eyed. She would sometimes forget her sister could come up as literal minded. "Anyway, let's go already; everyone is waiting for us." they jogged towards lines to the airbus.
The sisters-in anticipated excitement-departed and joined the fleet of slow shuttles, passing the security blockade of military ships around Amity Colosseum. The downward cone-shaped megastructure was a sight to behold perched high above Beacon. Landing and exiting among the taxiing area, they join the crowds migrating to the lobby.
Yang text communicated with Blake; the rest of the social circle were already there. Hearing this Ruby dragged Yang (claiming to be wasting time), past the venues of advertisements-all full of up-and-coming Hunters and established stars that made Ruby stop at every poster to waste time gushing praise over them. Most of the posters, if not all, featured the familiar visage of Pyrrha with name and home Kingdom. Yang felt uneasy, not because of the resurgence of tension between them, but worry over her state of mind after what Jaune told her. Being used to wearing one herself, the smiling proud woman on the poster was anything but.
Above the echoing noises of the crowds Professor Port announce through intercoms for Hunters to enter the inner areas. Ruby and Yang joined the last straggling participants, an impatient Doctor Oobleck beckon them to hurry into the tunnel-he glanced at the girls, and acknowledged silently. The tunnel was lit only by the natural (nearing noon) sunlight at the end, the crowded arena was before them.
The tournament was here.
Though it officially hasn't started, the sheer boom of the cheers and other noises made Ruby's heart flutter, and her girlish squeal almost matched it. Again, Port's natural announcing voice directed them towards the white octagonal platform that was almost filled to the brim with potential challengers. Overwhelm and gitty until an icy voice drilled at Ruby and all. The siblings turn to the annoyed scowl of Weiss as she shouted their names. They drew closer to her and Blake, the latter amused.
"Finally you two came! Of all days you choose to dilly-dally it had to be today wasn't it? Honestly, you two are from the same stock." Weiss chided with finger waggling. Ruby of her way, replied with pulling an eyelid down and blowing a raspberry, earning a searing growl from her partner.
Meanwhile Yang looked around the nearby teams and caught Jaune doing the same. A quick pleasant smile between them. After everything she experienced and everything she learned, the good and bad, she was ready to show the world what she was made of. Looking again she spotted CFVY, CRDL and JOLT, and by another chance, Jane-who smirked and place a fist against the opposite palm, indicating a challenge. Something Yang has been looking forward to since they met.
"Looks like everyone's here." Yang said.
"Not everyone." Blake lamented, bow slightly folded.
In a lesser sting Weiss felt disappointed not seeing one missing team. Yang patted her partner's shoulder and Weiss'. "Hey don't worry; I'm sure Sun and Neptune and their team are watching from Vacuo." Both felt sincerely better.
Soon the chaotic chatter and fanfare were subdued by Port, and his image looming over the grand stadium. "Hello! And welcome world of Remnant! To the much awaited conclusion of the Festival: Live from Amity Colosseum, the fortieth annual Vytal Festival Tournament!"
"That's right Peter!"
"AH!" Professor Port shrieked in front of broadcast millions; The wily Oobleck appeared out of nowhere. "My word! You were just down there! How in blazes did you get up here?!" the same question played across everyone's minds, except for Ruby, who wondered if she needed to step up her game when it came to speed.
"A brisk jog, my dear friend." a cheeky grin for the mustachio announcer. Then Oobleck exasperated. "We're professionals." He shifted a cheerfully face to the camera. "And now, Ladies, Gentlemen and good people all around, before we start I like to offer our attention to the head of the security forces, General James Ironwood of Atlas, who is here to deliver the opening words for us."
Their attention landed on the aforementioned man, whom has stood in the center of the arena-unnoticed until now. Stoically gazed at the grandstands, clutching a piece of paper loosely, then he spoke.
"I like to thank you all for giving me your attention." Ironwood sounded dreamy for a moment, then the paper soon crumbled underneath his gloved hand and took a more respected tone. "I speak from my heart when I say that although I come from Atlas, I have always consider myself a Huntsmen of Remnant foremost. That is, after all, what the Festival is centered around. No matter where we hail, we are Remnant. What our forerunners of the four kingdoms fought for was the right to be different under the banner that we're alike in our core. We are here to celebrate diversity and understanding, and the peace that they brought. And surpassing any instrument that we use to dedicate to that peace is our own will. A will, that I learned, can not be replaced. This tournament is to show the world those who will safeguard that peace. In the many years that this combat tournament has been established we will not forget that the calm of our world cannot be left idle, and we must test our might against each other to ensure excellence over mediocrity. Though there will always be those who would disagree for our plight for peace, we will keep fighting for stability foremost." a pause and sharp exhale. "Thank you."
The General unceremoniously exited the stage left without word. What remained was awkward air that lingered, then pride came, and clapping all around. He was already far gone to hear it.
"That is indeed why we are here for." Oobleck's spectacles danced upon leaning over the microphone. "Now before we start…" glaring at a troupe of businessmen hovering over a distressed Pyrrha-who nodded gingerly, trying her best at a smile. "Would all unauthorized personnel. Which includes that business types and," he shifted towards a group of Atlas scientists on the opposite end, leering at a pensive Penny. "Boffin types, please do leave the area." he leaned back and said to Port: "Really, how unprofessional."
"Now then," Port announced. "If you've been living under a rock for the past two years (perhaps stalking a wily wild prey), allow us to break down the rules. Barty, if you will."
"And I will!" the Doctor snapped his finger. A series of holographic illustrations joined him. "The tournament is divided into three distinctive rounds; teams, doubles, and singles. Age and school year are irrelevant! In this tournament, your only attribute being tested here... is skill alone."
"Correct! The winners of this battle will elect two of their members to represent them in the doubles round, followed by the winners of that round choosing one member to advance to the end. The remaining combatants will then fight their way through the final bracket in the hope of achieving victory for their kingdom!" A crowned figure joined Peter to the right.
"Now as always, we will start the tournament inauguration with a one-on-one battle between two arbitrary chosen contestants out of the pool. No teams! just a taste of what is to come. A forthcoming commitment for the battles between Kingdoms. " Oobleck said.
"Let's start!" Peter shouted.
Everyone from the grandstands to the relevant fighters (waiting for the possibility to hear their name) stared at the big screen. The two profiles blurred then they stopped almost immediately at: "Penny Polendina of the kingdom of Atlas," and, "Jane Lazuli, also from the kingdom of Atlas!" Both girls had a delighted gasp as their names echoed. The arena was flush of everyone, who left for the exclusive red seats to spectate, leaving the girls to enter combat area with an eager spring to their step.
"If you aspiring young protectors would please shake hands as equals before we begin the battle." Oobleck requested.
They both drew into each other with smile and grasp friendly hands. "Hallo Penny! It feels like ages since we have last met." Jane said, standard politeness became genuinely relieve. "I am glad to see you okay."
The gynoid beamed brilliantly; relieving an latent emotional weight. Penny began to reply but was interrupted. A slight feedback as Oobleck took the mic, it inadvertently did well to bring them back to a combat-oriented mind. The announcer grabbed the instrument and began at five. The a smaller section of the octagonal platform raised and levitated off the ground, serving as a small arena.
The countdown dwindled to the awaited one, and Oobleck shouted…
"Begin!"
Penny showed no hesitation on showing off her full force, and began to release her wired swords from her small backpack, they were unleashed and hovered above her. In truth Penny was curious of her opponent. Never once has she seen her in battle. The closes she had heard of Jane's combat experience was when she shared her story of how she and Ruby beaten the nasty girl "Colorado", and her cohorts. Jane was rather proud; though, as Penny observed, Ruby looked akin to reluctance in agreeing on how it went.
The black-hair girl in the blue-duster reached back for her broadsword, and with the eager smirk that made her face, closed the distance between them wildly reckless. Penny studied many combat scenarios with Ironwood; one thing had she learned was that an opponent attacking directly was always the first to fall. Because of it she was a bit dumbfounded, and disappointed. Nevertheless, Penny prepared for the onset. Her fingers guided the wire like marionette strings, adroit at moving her weapons beyond human capacity, she was sure at her success as she raised the blades into a bombardment dive at Jane.
It only set in giving Jane a bigger smirk. Penny gasped as Jane trounced her first attack as she dug her broadsword downward into the ground and unleashed a electrical torrent from the weapon's embedded lightning Dust. The result boosted Jane up, and she followed with a single powerful upward-kick that scattered the collected swords away. Jane landed back on the ground as hard as a meteorite; earning cheers from the crowd, and her team sans Olga-who stayed unusually quiet.
Although Penny showed a slight panic and a step back in retreat, the singular cheer that could only come from Ruby singing her name the loudest confused Penny-yet it also brought newfound warmed. Vigorous being returned, Penny refocused on Jane. Flicking her right index finger she turn one of her swords into a laser rifle, she shot a continuous stream of suppressing fire directed at Jane's, all while moving her other blades into another bombardment. Penny wagered that her dexterous skills couldn't be kept up if she swarmed at Jane faster than the human eye can keep up-after all, Jane was only human.
As far as General Ironwood knew; briefly amazed on her keeping up with a prodigy that he knew full well was beyond human.
And as far as the announcers knew: commentating exciting of the girls bringing in an entertaining ceremony battle to start the grand tournament.
Another gasp of amazement mix with shock from Penny. No matter how complex her hand movements became; the slashes of horizontal and vertical couldn't keep up with the blue blur that was Jane. As Jane got closer, Penny regrouped her swords in more coordinated movements that were oddly reminiscent of dancing, they formed into a circle of spinning blades that acted as her shield against Jane's sword-as far as she knew, her sole weapon. Penny then distinctly heard a whining sound around Jane's waist; the four browns sheaths then clicked, four glowing short-swords popped out. The circle of blades were deflected by an attack that the android hadn't anticipated: a squad of Jane(s).
Penny-in her wordless astonished state-overheard a quirky and lengthy explanation from Oobleck about Jane's Semblance: the power to control inanimate objects and create Aura clones through them.
The original Jane led her group of bluish glowing clones rushing towards Penny-still stupefied and unguarded. Penny eventually shook it off and got her head back in the game. She elected a distance offense, turning her swords into a firing squad of lasers. They blasted two clones reducing them into nothing while Jane dragged her sword for an upper slash. Penny waited on defense until Jane chucked the sword over her. Again perplexed by the bizarre move, and by the time Penny looked back to Jane, she was gone. Then Penny heard a rather devilish chuckle behind her and soon felt a powerful kick made contact on her lower-back, sending her skyward. The android girl spun in the air; her swords streaming behind her by their strings. She recovered herself and a resolved a counter attack. With a determined yell Penny redirected herself back by using her laser weapons as a jet-pack. Jane was shock. Having a chance to return the favor was internally delightful for Penny as she hovered in front of her; mere moments before she spun-kick Jane out of the limits of the arena.
But Jane wasn't done yet.
Instead of just simply handing the victory, it gave her the ounce get back into the fight. By her Semblance, teleported and appeared in one of her remaining clone's place. Jane's ever chipper smirk made a comeback.
"This is going to be so much fun!" Jane said.
"I feel like that sorta my line." the ginger girl tilted her head sadly, almost a miffed pout on her freckled face that soon shifted into her usual happy self. "So I agree, my friend!"
The battle resumed after Port gleefully commented on the girls' zealousness in amid a fight. With having two adversaries to fight, Penny planned a different approach, and took a tactical move of making things up close and personal. Storing her swords, Penny went bare-handed towards Jane. The android made well with her superhuman strength, sped towards the real Jane, performing a dropped kick at her which Penny use to bounced off of her to snap a powerful punch into the clone destroying it. Penny then went for another kick which was thrown away by a quick counter kick by Jane, Penny continued the assault and lunged at her, producing a series of punches. They were evaded and met. Both put on a fierce front as they traded blows, their hits becoming a blur as both stood still. The air around them became wavy as they each tried to declare a successful attack.
It was safe to say that all who were watching had their jaws ajar and expectations for the future of the tournament rising; especially a woman in the stands with smoldering amber eyes, devilish smile, and planning thoughts.
Going nowhere, Penny stopped her punches and arched for single direct one. Jane impeded the attack with just her forefinger alone, she then firmly pinched and grasped Penny's fist, twisting the arm and Penny herself lifting her, and she soon found her legs reaching for sky like she was weightless. Defenseless, Jane went for a back-kick at Penny's mercy, thought she wasn't so helpless off the ground. Penny caught the brown boot in her iron grasp and return the favor, having Jane see the world upside down. While they floated with tile floor over their heads they shared a comical glance. Then Penny quickly ended it by grabbing and locking Jane's arms then twirling her with all her might and tossing her towards the arena end.
Learning from last time Penny gave Jane no time to recover and once again unleashed her swords, turning them into rifles. The girl in blue waddled as she got to her feet. Turning around she was targeted by a wave of green blasts. No time to think, Jane clumsily dodged and yelped. And in a panic actually slapped the lasers (twice!), Once was redirected back at Penny-which she avoided by just tilting her head-and the other instead burned her glove into a smoky ember.
"Oh dear!" Jane fanned her hand and blew desperately. Her attention fell back to Penny who was charging for a large attack. "Oh dear." she said as the green ball flew to her. Jane flopped to ground as the blast seared over her, the updraft burned the tails of her duster. The ball of energy impacted the invisible force-field that protected the wincing audience from wayward attacks. It dyed the stands in a brief green glow. Jane stood up again; wondering her next course of action after being left disarmed.
Penny had the advantage over Jane. The android in the middle of the distracting public, took to cogitating the meaning of Ironwood's speech, and after it, Penny felt it best if her opponent can continue to test her with her skills. Still stabbing the ground, the broadsword was within reach, she grabbed it and made her intentions clear by tossing to towards the surprise (and ready) hands of Jane. She nodded generously at her move.
Jane wasted no time; gripped the hilt and sprinted towards Penny with a warcry. Penny grabbed one of her swords on her left hand while commanding the rest with her right in a spinning shield. She met Jane halfway. The broadsword glowed bright yellow as Jane sent a lightning bolt that scattered the spinning blades, confident in her longer reach over Penny's shorter range. While the android had the capacity to want to hone her skills and Jane's; she still operated within the shrewd parameters of logic and pragmatism. The marionette weapons reassembled behind Penny, and she used the laser build-up to fly under Jane's attack, headbutting her stomach and blasting off, thrusting them both towards the open ceiling. Both slowly separated and tumbled as they descended. Blades met once again. Neither of them wanting to given so easily-the Aura levels diminishing soon set reality. Advantage was set by Penny thanks to her thinner and lighter sword which slashed away at Jane; her duster became more and more tattered by each piercing. Even with her uncanny enormous strength Jane could only block a limited set of attacks with her wide and long blade.
They fell down, still fighting, with the flurry of blades still hammering against each other; ringing out loudly along with sparks flying. They landed back down-to the cheering and hollering of the crowds-and the weapons of Penny scattered all around her and Jane. Finally an opening presented itself for Penny. Going for a rapid foreswing, the tricky blade blocked the heavy for a moment; and moment she only needed. A flick of her wrist brought a thin and almost invisible wire across the back of Jane's legs, a gasp was the last heard of her as it tripped and dragged her midair, then Penny kneaded her right into the chest sending Jane once again towards the edge of the arena.
But for the final time.
Concentrating her hardest as she felt very flimsy and drained, Penny rallied the array of swords for another laser blast, she drew in her fists and pump them forward. The ball separated into streams of energy after launch and volatility converge again in front of Jane. She could only close her eyes and accept her fate as the explosion shook her body and send her flying towards the invisible wall, smacking against it like a swatted fly.
The buzzer sounded off as Jane slid down gently to the ground below after her Aura depleted to zero.
"And the symbolic opening victory goes to Penny Polendina!" Port proudly announced to the roar of the Colosseum.
It was victory well earn for Penny, but her concern before celebrating it was to see if her friend was okay. As well spend as much time away from the approaching group of scientists meeting her. Penny quickly made way to Jane; the defeated girl looked very much so. She wasn't alert, wobbling to her feet, putting herself against the wall for support. Penny felt guilt seeing her that state. "I apologize Jane. But are you alright?" she was responded with an incoherent groan; Her hand hovered over an omitted small gasp.
Jane's head moved in a rigid way until she met her. Jane's eyes were dull, not even a blink, and her open mouth sputtered something before she simply shook off her puckered face until it settled to her default happy-go-lucky status. "No need to apologize, friend. You bested me fairly, and that is what matters. Congratulations on your victory, Penny." She did a thumbs up and what was left of her glove fell off.
Penny gasped. "I'll get you a new one!"
"Penny…" Jane spoke up, her mood changed into somber tone. "I meant it when I said that I'm glad that you are okay. After everything that has happen during the fair attack, I felt guilt after it turn out that Mr. Spiegel and his cronies were nothing more than White Fang scoundrels, and that I put you all in danger. I am not one to afford to see friends hurt, so I am really glad to see you well."
"Likewise Jane. But it wasn't your fault!" Penny defended her in a outburst that surprise both. She politely excused herself, "Bad things sometimes happen. The only tragedy I suffered is not seeing all of my friends, and I already bare that because of the strict life I live."
"Then we should change that soon."
"Yes we should. It's been an awful gulf of time between seeing everyone-The entourage assign to me in Vale has been unnecessarily pedantic towards my every actions. Especially my partner, Ciel Sole. " Penny shifted towards them, and specifically at a dark-skin girl wearing a blue beret, impatiently tapping her wrist watch. "Their shrewd in their surveillance yes, but I have my ways of sneaking away. If the chance, I like to see everyone again."
"Oh that is wonderful to hear! A perfect remedy is see all of the Beacon fair has to offer, much better than the traveling circus fair I wager."
"I hope so." The ginger girl withdrew gloomily. "Especially…." she paused, her head sadly dropped.
"What is it Penny?" Jane said, concern. When she didn't answer Jane persisted in tilting her head in a race to meet Penny's evading eyes. Neither knew each others' age, but Jane had dotting older-one vibe.
Penny shyly twiddled her fingers together until she finally gave in. "It's just...I had trouble contacting Ruby, and I really wish to see her again."
"Well if you wish it." Jane clapped and clapped again. "It would come true, Penny."
The android examined her hands, slowly did as demonstrated. She became delighted. "I wish to see Ruby."
Clap, clap. Penny did again.
"And I must say, to use a wish on a single person, you and Ruby must be great chums."
Penny nodded without hesitation. "Oh yes. Ruby started as a dear friend, though she has faults, she's a great person that I hope to spend much more time with."
"I see. I seen you awfully close to Ruby," Jane said, then a grin emerged. "Perhaps you fancy her?"
"What?!" defying all logic-the android girl turn red.
"Don't worry Penny!" Jane nearly tackled Penny; lifting her up in a tight embrace. "I hope this hug can give the courage to set your mind and soul right."
The ginger girl was let down. Unsure if the encouragement instilled on her would have any effect on any lingering doubt.
"Penny!" just then both girls looked up see the soulful girl in red brushing pass moving (and slightly annoyed) students hollering. Ruby, excited and jubilant to see them, looked over the railings. "Penny!" she shouted, her team hovered just behind her. "Hey! both of you meet us back here, okay?!" Ruby said, before getting lost in the crowd.
"Well I guess that settles it." Jane said, happy at the haphazard coincidence of Ruby tying up a good moment. "And you got your wish as well. If you say it, you have it!" she thunderously clapped her hands. "We all will have our fill from good foods, buy all sorts of worldly knickknacks from the vendors, and win prizes at the game stalls. It would be just a merry experience with all our friends, Penny. Everyone we care about."
Soon, something large etched a distinctive shadow that loomed briefly. They looked up to see an airship with X-shaped frame maneuvering to the side of the Colosseum. The blue banners tied to the four wings drafted upward as the ship descended towards Beacon's docks.
Jane paid no particular mind until she saw Penny observing it.
"My father is in there…" Penny said.
"Your...father?" Jane said, voice small as a whisper.
"My father!" Penny jumped for joy. "I haven't seen my father too. But that is about to change! My father is coming today! and he wants to see personally all my friends that I accumulated." Penny spun back around in hopes to see same glee on her friend; instead she found herself alone. Catching a glimpse of blue turning the corner into the entrance tunnel. Penny was left confusingly dejected and troubled as her partner and entourage surrounded her.
Jane chastise herself.
Nervous impulse sent her away, and drove her into the inner halls that were vacant and dim lit. Disembody voices and other noises only served as ambiance as she tried to discern an ill feeling in her head. It wasn't Penny's fault; she just didn't want to hear that word. Memories that become harder to ignore or tolerate lately. A fear that she couldn't very well speak to anybody with.
Soon she calmed down after a moment or so, until a familiar voice made her rise up again.
"Jane…"
She turn to see Olga, she was bask in the natural light looking bleak and tension. Jane showed anxiousness to reply, but eventually faced her. "Olga…" she said, unusually tentative. "You are here."
"Aye, I am." Olga let her wolf ears flop, "Regardless of the outcome, You~ can't beat them all, am I right?" she began to nervously caress her arm. "You~ did well in the fight. That is what counts. So congratulations."
"Thank you, Olga. But I suspect that you have something more to say."
"Very astute Jane...Janey." the Faunus girl flicked her flat grey ears upright. The hazel orbs became cold and darker, her bottom lip quivered briefly. "I didn't want to believe Luvia, I thought just everything was only a play of mine mind. But after that night. You~ know everything don't you~?" she baited Jane to answer.
Instead Jane ran up to her and grabbed her arms from their sides and held both her hands into hers. For the first time in a long time, with the long sad face and the ruin clothes, Jane appeared weakly to Olga.
Jane frowned; an earnest plead to Olga. "You are my friend, right? You promise that you are my friend?"
Olga muse away from Jane's sight. "Tell me Janey, do we all wear mask with that fake smiles. Has it ever been genuine? Even Theresa, bless that gal, hadn't shown a fake one-only a frown here or there." she brushed Jane aside, making a frown of her own. "Aye, ya were not smiling when we met a year ago. The true Janey frowned. Outside my door, in the isolated woods, drenched in the rain and looking as unkempt as ya are now. You~ were not saying anything, but you~ wanted help."
"You didn't answer me. Please answer me."
"Should I? I told ya in the very next day that we met, that I was a member of the White Fang. Maybe I still am. It still haunts me, all I know is to take orders, but not really mean it in my mind. Should I reconsider you~ as an assignment than my partner?"
"Olga, I am your leader no matter what. This team is real for me. I would not have reasons to hide if it was not the same situation as yours. Please believe me Olga. You are my friend, my best friend; are you my friend?"
There was a long, deafening pause.
"Aye, Janey." Olga finally said.
"Jane?" a third-gentle joined and echoed the hall. Jane turned to her back to see Theresa hurry and wave her down, and then she heard a scurrying sound, spinning back she saw Olga gone.
Cold.
Was the first thing that came to mind for the old thinker as the aft hatch opened to the outside world. Of course being from Atlas, it wasn't much to complain about. Sure, apart from wearing a white lab-coat with brown slacks and a green button-shirt with woolly teal vest, he felt mildly comfortable in his advanced age. Though he wished he shaved his bothersome stubble. But the cold came from seeing the school-and not because of the time of year. For Dr. Sheldon Victor reasons and important matters were why he only came here. Not since he was a gifted boy helping his father establish his project that is the CCT. He was led down the ramp, and just stared at the green spire-wondering if the man who won his daughter's heart was up there like always.
Silent anger made his hands wrinkle the evergreen pattern blanket on his lap. "You can move me now." he simply requested. Despite trying to bring good to the world and its people, life was not so kind back to him. Wreck with work and worry made him frail in his age. He was seldom seen without his wheelchair.
In her care, the young woman in military garb, filled with pride and upstanding discipline, obeyed stiffly.
Winter Schnee, hereditary snow-white hair and icy blue eyes, led him and the robotic troops past the docks and into the main venue of the Academy courtyard. Commenting briefly on it and the season of year before noting the older scientist's mood. "Is something wrong, Dr. Victor?" she said, cold but an undercurrent that was genuine.
"Hmm? No, it's nothing really. Just waxing a bit of nostalgia. Thank you."
"We arrive earlier than expected, sir. We're ahead of schedule to meet with General Ironwood, and he should be due within at least twenty."
"Ah, James, yes." he chuckled. "It has been some time since I met that young man in person." much to his surprise and curiosity he heard a slight snicker from behind. "Oh my! Did I perhaps say something funny that I didn't catch? Color me red in the face."
"No sir!" Winter clumsily stood strict and poise. "Forgive me in my lapse in professionalism."
Dr. Victor gave her a sympathetic tilt of the head. "Come now. I'm aware of your upbringing but you can speak freely to me. I've known you since you were tiny. There is no need to act professional around me when it not need be."
Winter knew that to be true, but still couldn't help feel mortified. "It concerns more of the General: I see him with high regard that simply addressing him as a young man is...amusing."
"Ha-ha! Yes, well, one of the brilliant privileges that comes packaged with old age is that I'm allowed to call everyone young." he stared back at Beacon tower. "Except a few."
Everything became somber and quiet until one of the Atlesian bots flung its arm forward and pointed ahead. "Commanding officers, unsupervised civilians closing past the boundaries. Awaiting further instructions."
A rushing group of girls in eccentric colors almost bulldoze their way past the students and others; they were led reluctantly by a maddening heiress in white.
"But I wanted to meet Penny!" Ruby cried, grabbing, and reigning in at her partner's arms in vain as Weiss pulled her.
"I know, I know, I know! And I want to meet her too! But my sister is here, and I want my team to be with me to look presentable."
"Never thought that we as a team would be use accessories." Blake took a gander at her Scroll; their match-up would be later that day but not until their opponent is chosen in the bracket. "Regardless we still have some time."
"Hey, let's just have Weiss spend time with her sister. I mean they're family that haven't seen each other for a while. And being an older sister I know I would want to meet my little sister's friends." Yang made an obvious parallel argument towards Ruby. Which didn't fly over her head, but it didn't made her any less impatient.
Ruby sighed defeatedly. "Fine!"
"Thank you!" Weiss literally fluttered off the ground as she showed her appreciation. Filled with joy she then continued ahead leaving her team confused, and willing to just shrug off the odd behavior as they walked in their own leisure.
The excitable heiress left a trail of bewildered people before making it pass the battle-androids asking her to halt, and finally to Winter and Dr. Victor who also joined the theme as they gawked bemused. Weiss hunched over, waiting to catch her breath, it was short lived. She shot up upright to greet her sister. "Winter you're here! I've been waiting in anticipation when you left a contact a couple of days ago. I can't believe you're really here! I'm so glad to see you Win-"
"Weiss!" the elder sibling snapped her fingers as if to command the attention of an overzealous puppy. "Show some dignity in public little sister."
Weiss immediately became smaller, calming herself down at the chastising. "Please accept my apologies. I'm just really happy see you, Winter."
Winter nodded and smiled. "As am I to see you safe and content, Weiss."
"Oh, so this the little sister of yours that I've been hearing about, Winter." the older man rolled on his own, closing the gap between him and Weiss, and offering a hand. "Salutations, Weiss Schnee."
Mildly befuddled, Weiss politely shook his hand. "Hello um? I'm sorry, but whom might you be, sir?"
Before he could introduce himself Winter stepped in: "Weiss, this is Doctor Sheldon Victor. I don't have to tell you that he's one of our Kingdom's greatest minds and the pioneer of Robotics."
"Ooh!" Ruby suddenly came into the conversation with awe. "Robotics! that sounds awesome!"
"Hush!" Weiss elbowed her, earning a yelp and a heated scowl from Ruby.
"Oh?" the thinker smiled wearily, which perked up upon seeing Ruby. "and whom might you be? Your enthusiasm in my field sounds pleasant."
"Ruby Rose is the name. But can we back to that Robotics stuff?! All the cool Nitty–gritty, like on-board weapons guiding system-" suddenly her words clung together in a flurry of glee and keen that bordered on zany, getting uncomfortably close to Dr. Victor.
Not that the old thinker minded-in fact, he was pleasantly surprised and enjoyed her rarely found zeal. Though Weiss slowly steamed at her partner's predictability, and soon her hand was plastered all over Ruby's mouth. "I'm sorry if she's bothering you. She's my partner and she's one to become enthralled when it comes technology and its applicability in weaponry."
"I don't mind one bit. Though I would call my field more for defensive purposes that weaponry."
Ruby slapped Weiss' hand way, "Well yeah. Whatever you want to call them: in the end it's about helping people and keeping them safe."
A gleam briefly appeared on Dr. Victor's eyes, a big smile formed-and he felt like history had repeated itself in a good way.
"So Weiss…" Winter's iris darted between her sister and her companions, clumsy hand gesture and all.
"Oh!" Weiss finally got the hint, clearing her throat, she introduced them. "Seeing as Ruby has already introduce herself I'll introduce the rest of my team. Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao Long: Ruby's older sister." both of them greeted them in their own way.
"Excuse me but wouldn't that make you Team RWBY? and if my deduction skills are correct that would make you the leader right." Dr. Victor pointed at Ruby. Although in silent argument, Weiss childishly remarked that she could have been the leader.
"Yup. Although it kinda gets a little confusing. Hehe." Ruby scratched the embarrassment off the back of her head.
"Tell me, are you the same Ruby Rose that my daughter, Penny Polendina, speaks night and day about?" the knowing smile on his face was hard to miss.
"You're Penny's cre-ah-Father?" Ruby was stunned; then again, giving him a second look, he did carry the same green eyes, and Cowlick, albeit light brown as the rest of his receding hair.
"You wouldn't know where she is right now?" he asked, almost a melancholic plead. At least it seemed to Ruby, perhaps she projected her own onto him (Not yet as confident if Penny would forgive her), but there was no doubt of the wealth of concern for his mechanical daughter in his tone.
"Well...I?" Ruby hesitated to say. Back at Amity, Weiss had busied the team away before she could see if Penny made her way to greet them, or if she did, and found what seem to be just another empty promise from the girl she would call her friend.
"Father!" and like a wish granted, Penny appeared, with the odd addition of Olga and Luvia behaving neutrally, and following her as she darted straight to them. The joy and perpetual wide smile on the ginger diminished almost completely as she saw Ruby-she frown, hurting her a bit. "Hello Father. I saw the ship, so I came as fast as I could." Penny sounded unusually bare; it didn't went unnoticed by her father.
"Hello daughter." He adjusted his rimless glasses, and quickly glance at RWBY. "Aren't you going to greet your friends? Are they your friends?"
"Yes." the answer came quickly; a relief to all. "All of them are my friends, and especially Ruby-my best friend." they saw each other with the biggest grin. Penny perked up. "Oh! And I also met new friends, some of them here, Luvia Brier and Olga Jaeger." she showed them off and they said their greetings. "They helped me cause a divergent to escape Mr. Ironwood's men."
"I see." Dr. Victor held his glasses tightly. "Yes, his supervision is a bit ironclad."
I get it! Yang echoed in the background.
"It's nice to meet you all." of all of them, her stared directly at Luvia; almost an animosity dagger at her. "But you," he singled her out. "you wouldn't mind confirming that you're the current heir and President of Dornroschen Defense Dynamics."
Luvia felt the cold chill, even looking at Olga for an answer who was the same boat. She reduced herself to a more professional and frigid stance and answered: "Yes I am."
"I see." Dr. Victor kept a sullen tab on the girl.
Penny meanwhile was obvious to her father's seemingly unwanted hostility. "There are two others, but there not here right now."
"You really don't have to fix that now, Theresa." The isolated girls were still in the same dim hallway. Finding themselves on a bench next to a lit advertisement for Schnee Dust; only providing abysmal amount of light. Jane sat next to Theresa as she had her focus on the blue duster of hers. Seemingly damaged beyond repair.
But despite that, Theresa was able to work her magic; uncannily threading the needle and stitching together seams and patching up holes, all in almost a single take. "That duster means a lot, but I rather not wear it for now if it means it getting worse." Even if Theresa made the work child's play Jane couldn't help but feel it a bother.
"No worries." Theresa sewed the last flaw. Her tongue stuck out, focused on the last move. "And done!" she presented the duster proudly as it hanged from her hands.
Jane jumped to her feet on wonderment alone on how fast she was. The coat was a bit rough but practically great as it ever was. "Oh Theresa! You are a magician! It is like it was never damaged in the first place. How did you do it?"
"I've lived by simpler means back in the day. I ripped my clothes so often when I was young that my mother would teach me to fix them right as new." Theresa swung her legs, thinking fondly at those days. "So what do you think?"
"Thank you Theresa! I have always cherish this! Ever since you gave it to me shortly after we became a team." Jane served her with a wide and radiant grin.
Theresa felt wobbly in the head but ignored it. "You're welcome-" then her vision doubled-a fantastic merger of past and present. Jane and next to her a superimposed vivid image of another girl that looked just like her in backdrop of a forest but younger and with a pink bow. "Pe...Jane." Theresa managed to mumble out. But Jane didn't catch her unusual episode. Instead busy with putting on the duster that felt like it was always made for her.
Jane poise and winked for Theresa's attention. "How do I look?"
"Like it was made for you." Theresa gathered her thoughts and calmed down. "Which is true."
"You know, it still boggles my mind on how you were be able to tailor this item so quickly. We have only met less than a week before our designated battle for leadership. But demonstrating again that you have the skills to flawlessly fix it up, it is no wonder that you would be able to create this as if out of thin air in no time."
"Actually," Theresa stopped to think, her swinging boots slowed and steadied. "I made it when I was five. With the help of an older girl, I just don't remember her name anymore. Both of us had a great friend in the granddaughter of the mayor of our hometown. Her name was Penelope. She was a bit weird but nice, and it was her birthday. I didn't have a chance to finish it and give to her, so I thought I modified it and give it you. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all!" Jane said. "Regardless of its inception, thank you Theresa. It means the world to me, I promise to remain a good owner." They shared a quiet moment of happiness before Jane's Scroll buzzed. She casually opened it. "It looks like the next lineups are up, and we are after team JNPR vs team CFVY. Now let's see who we are up against…" it was what she's been waiting months for. Enough to make her gasp loud enough to cause some concern. Theresa stared at her perplexedly. "Our opponents will be team RWBY!"
Theresa soon felt a burst of joy. They both jumped at their feet with beaming faces at one another. "YEAH!" both screamed loudly. They then smacked their elbows together in celebration, only for Theresa to be flung to her back; much to the embarrassment and worry of Jane.
The small girl shot right back from coiling excitement alone. "Are you ready Jane?!"
"Don't worry Theresa!" Jane saluted excessively, hand smacked forehead and black-hair wildly flung about. "I am combat ready!"
Ozpin felt a creeping chill from a wayward wind while he sat on a secluded bench.
Aside from Oobleck and Port, he and the rest of his staff were relegated to minimal means around the academy during the duration of the tournament. All of which, Goodwitch is able to do with hands behind her back-though he felt the use of her Semblance made that challenge null. Just a whimsical thought. He covered himself just a bit more, watching the next line for the afternoon. He paid special attention to JNPR who will start their battle in ten minutes.
"Pyrrha Nikos." he reflected on the conversation he had with Jaune. Ozpin felt unease. Trouble brewed his consciousness, and selflessly was quick to dismiss it. He then swipe towards the next match to see some familiar faces, along with associated guilt that he did not want to disclose-even with himself. By chance he caught himself seeing the leader of the opposing team. He just stared. Sadly.
"Ozpin."
The Scroll screen went blank by his hands without his thought. Ozpin gotten the attention of Goodwitch, stricken tired, and weathered the worst of it. A much needed sigh that sounded like defeat, and she sat next to him, hefty consequences and all. Both sympathetic to each others' ongoing plights; Ozpin more so.
"I haven't been this worked since I was the CFO for the Schnee Dust Company." Glynda waved off a drumming headache. "They paid better."
"You aren't thinking of leaving me and Beacon after all this time, are you?" the Headmaster mused jokingly. "Then again, they might accept you back. With a fat raise."
"As much as the Council would pile on never-ending work on me, and as much as I get worked up so much to beyond fury because of this Academy and its unorthodox dwellers who are seen on hellbent to lead me to an early retirement. Beacon and Vale has long been established as my home, and I wouldn't wonder to leave it."
Both were content with that answer. A volley of opposition couldn't stop them, as she was one of many priceless friends he had made a decade ago, both looked on into the sky to mend exhaustiveness. An unusual fleet of shuttle ambulances descended from Amity to Beacon. Mesmerized, Glynda was suddenly bombarded by a large crow that had come from nowhere, it screech without a scratch on her, only bothering and circling before it was out of her blond (now messy) hair. She growled as if it were another list of growing frustrations to add, then peered blankly as they found themselves not alone.
"Hey." Qrow was before them. Tall and dark, and lording over them with his hands on his hip; the red orbs of his almost burned at Ozpin.
The Headmaster didn't wilt but said nothing, Glynda however wouldn't have such disrespect. "Qrow, do you ever behave? I don't envy (in fact I dread for) the professors from your years at Beacon." Her anger only grew as Qrow casually produced a flask, drinking it hungrily.
He wiped away the excesses alcohol off his lips and turn to her. "No offense Glynda but I ain't here to talk with you. The first time I did I met old'Jimmy, and then he tried to strike my head off. But we'll talk about General Ironfool later. For now...you," Qrow's back crackled as stood as high as possible, staring down at his old teacher. "So this is what you've been reduce to? After everything we done, you let yourself be led aside like some old dog on the porch."
"Qrow!" Goodwitch nearly lunged, only stopped by Ozpin as he oppose him silently.
"You were my mentor Ozpin. You picked me up whenever I fell, and I was grateful enough to return the favor in your darkest hour. When you lost your family." he nearly growled his words. He back off, glancing away. "I guess you were right. You were just a man." he then fixated back at Ozpin, more scornful words spilled. "And I'll add you as one with grand illusions."
"I don't want to make an enemy out of you, Qrow. I made one too many. And my only grand illusion is the everlasting peace we hope to grant. The golden road to that is still building."
Qrow snorted contemptuously. "That road is already paved with blood, and a fortune of mistakes. We just fooled ourselves into thinking it could be solved so simply."
"I don't think all of the problems could solve so easily. They're constant. But so are people to solve them, to be banded together in order to do so. That's why I pooling everyone I can find."
"So our brotherhood is now looking for new membership now? You gonna become a haphazard collector of heroes and such, and you're gonna hope it works out in the end?"
"Do you have a better idea?" Ozpin stated, exhaustion peaked into acerbic tone. "Because I believe that we need everyone who is willing to fight. We can't be divided for so long. Not with everything unfolding so unprecedentedly."
"Preparing are you? So do you believe me now?"
"What are you talking about Qrow?" Goodwitch asked. "Wait, are-"
"We're adding more and more enemies on our list." Qrow interjected. "This goes beyond protecting the Maidens. Beyond the Dread Sisters in Mistral. No more living fairy tales." He leaned over to Ozpin. His voice harshly hushed and breath smelled of rank liquor. "An ancient superpower from Remnant's lost history is gearing up too. What do you have to say to that? Will you finally listen to me now?"
"..." Ozpin stared back and said nothing.
It only serve to set Qrow for a derisive laugh. "You know what I like about you and me? (I'm using the word ironically here). It's that I can overlook a lot of shady stuff we do. For the greater good and all. But when you're willing push my niece to find her mother, regardless of what the direst she encounters in the way, all to flush out my sister. That's where I draw the line. Not cool, Ozpin." the present scowl blacken deeply. "You're a real shi-"
"Qrow!" Glynda yelled.
Qrow stopped himself. One of his feet wobbled as he took a step forward over Ozpin. "You're a poopy-head!" he said in slurry seriousness; the professors raised their individual eyebrows. Qrow himself noticed soon after, oddly giving his flask the stink-eye. "I think I may have had too much to drink." the lingering stink-eye then settled all the way down to the docks, over to the white-hair military woman.
"Now, I think, I'm going look for a fight."
Author's final Note: Regard the tournament, it will start similar to the canon, but overall it would end a little differently.
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