(Location: Arc Manor and Estates, Atlas)
"Good parry. I seem to be mistaken about your skills"
"Indeed" The two men fencing have the lighting ll focused on them, the spectating boy shrouded out.
"Well, you two seem to be having fun, shall I see myself out?"
"If you wish"
The two men from before continue their fencing while the youngest leaves the room.
"Do you honestly think your son has a chance?"
"He's smart and powerful, but far too ambitious. And with the killing intent Crocea has warped into his brain if he survives the small job he's going into he might take off after Beacon itself. Ozpin is no pushover, Jaune will have a decent chance, unless Ozpin has backup, and given Beacon is an entire school of skilled hunters, he'll probably die"
While outside the room…
"That is troublesome to hear…" The youngest walks down the hallway by numerous doors and into a foyer area. He seems to be in a very large manor, with enough space to donate several rooms to individual people. The hallways and foyer are very ordinate with guards posted at each door. They carry various weapons, some standard issue, and others very exotic. In the hallway lighting he can be seen. His hair is short and blonde, slicked down, His eyes are multicolored, heterochromia. One eye is green and for some reason seems very sinister, while the other is blue, and seems kind. Due to this telling his intent by his eyes is quite impossible. He is currently wearing a button up suite with a blue and red tie.
"Alison, is anyone present in the boxing room?" He says to a guard in full ballistic proof armor, leaving no visible characteristics.
"Yes sir. Martin and Xena are currently fighting each other. Alistair is watching them"
"Good, I needed to have a few words with him"
The boy went into the room and over to a similarly dressed man, save the tie being solid black.
"Ah, Master Carsten"
"Alistair, tell me you have good news about the Vacuo situation?"
"Indeed I do, The strike has been resolved most peacefully"
"Most?"
"One protester did try to burn the factory down, we suspect he was on drugs at the time given his lack of coordination. He accidentally set fire to himself while creating a gas trail to one of the storage areas"
"I swear, even the strikers are incompetent. I trust the other issue has been taken care of?"
"Other?"
"The White Fang"
"I was unaware your father had told about it. Yes it has, though I have no clue why they would attack us"
"Do we have any faunus working there?"
"Of course"
"And do we pay them the same wages as humans?"
"We do"
"So now they want their kind paid more than the other workers. I will not stand for such actions Alistair"
"They said it was only one member who was undercut payment, and they want his raise tripled for the next month"
"Did you do so?"
"Of course not. We sent Martin and Xena to go resolve the dispute, and then punish the employer who undercut the faunus"
"Where is he now?"
"They gave him over to the White Fang. It satisfied them"
"Sometimes a piece must be sacrificed" The boy had a smile that went well with his green eye.
"Quite a cruel strategy"
"But often a necessary one"
"We also have news from your brother, he's prepared a special trap for the people he wanted to kill"
"Go on"
"He had some grimm requested from our breeding pins, as you can imagine Doctor Madison was quite furious"
"Which ones did he take?"
"Two neatuls, three creeps and a harvester. Each was in their second term of age according to Madison"
"A harvester? Just one out of the million?"
"Yes. He took the third oldest one, and since taking any more of Madison's pets would tip her over the edge he left"
"The doctor, what work is she doing now?"
"Well, she's done mapping the anatomy of the death stalkers, and is currently developing a cure for their poison. Personally I wish we didn't devote so many resources to her cause, the amount of grimm currently on the premise is significantly higher than I am comfortable with"
"They make great training dummies"
"I hardly think Madison would stand for such"
"It depends on if you make yourself useful to her research"
"I'll keep that in mind"
"Excuse me!"
A lady with blonde hair with occasional strands dyed blue and red bursts in, she's wearing a lab coat and holding what appears to be a blend between a medieval mace and a handheld taser.
"Has anyone seen a baby death stalker?"
"No"
"All I want to do is harvest some venom! Find it now!"
"Did she just order us to-"
"Yes, she has that kind of authority"
"I think I'm at a loss for words"
In the distance someone screams, and the rest of the room, save the two boxers, leaps into action, well in Alistair's case it was get up and jog. At the source of the scream was one of the cooks. He was currently cowering behind a desk while a scorpion the size of an adult human's knee was crawling around and on a brick oven.
"Subdue the specimen!"
"No way in hell am I touching that!" The cook screamed, so I walked over to it calmly.
"Hey buddy. Stop moving" I flared my aura a bit to scare it, and it lunged at me. And then got batted by Madison's mace. I always enjoyed watching things get hit by that mace. So did Jaune for the few short days both he and Madison were on the estate grounds.
"Someone hold it down!" With what seemed to be a learned response the scorpionish monster lashed out at the closest person moving, which was young Carsten. Who valiantly, and elegantly, tackled the thing to the ground and restrained it singlehandedly. Not bad for a rich man's son.
"I've got this from here"Madison swung the mace onto the deathstalker as Carsten rolled off, and within moments it became unconscious.
"Now to get you back to the lab" She picked it up like it was her own child, and while cuddling it she went back to her lab, saying things like, who's been a bad scorpion, and other pet talk things. As she left it spasmed a little, and she hit it with the mace again, putting it into a deeper sleep.