Room 102, Dorm: Ohm, Beacon Academy, Vale

Thanatos Fabre burst into the room, breathing heavily. His hand clutched a small camcorder. The dark feathers on his wings were ruffled.

Leone Neri looked up. "Dude, where were you? You almost missed curfew."

Thanatos shook his head, his dreadlocks flying around him. He held out the camcorder. "You have to see this."His team gathered around him as the raven faunus fiddled with the camera, pulling up a video.

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The image shakes as the unseen cameraman gets into position against a dark wall. Two blurs-one green, one white-flash across the screen as the camera moves. The blurs settle into Professors Ozpin and Goodwitch. The cameraman creeps forward, and moves so that both of their faces are clearly visible. The camera zooms in.

Goodwitch stands stiffly, her arms crossed. "...can't just send them on a restricted mission!" she hisses. "You're going to get them killed!"

Ozpin says nothing, simply typing a message on his scroll.

"Professor Ozpin!"

"They will be fine." His tone and stance are relaxed, but there is a glint of annoyance in his eyes as he finally looks up at her.

"Had it been any team other than RWBY-"

"Had the team not been RWBY, I would not have allowed them to go, no. But-"

"Stop. Just stop. You're letting favoritism affect your judgment!"

General Ironwood materializes next to Goodwitch. "What's wrong?"

"He let a First-Year team take a mission the Southeast quadrant." The blonde professor glares daggers at her boss.

The General's frown deepens. "We agreed to restrict those missions, Oz."

Professor Ozpin visibly tenses, his jaw set. "We did."

"The Council isn't going to like this."

"The Council doesn't have to know."

The camera jolts. By the time it's brought back into focus, Ozpin has raised his chin slightly, as if in defiance. "The team I allowed on the mission is made up of my students. It is ultimately my decision. If the Council tries to veto it, I will ignore them."

Ironwood's eyes widen, but Goodwitch simply growls in frustration. "Would you let go of your stupid pride and listen to us?"

"What is there to listen to?" His body is unusually taut with anger. Then, as suddenly as he had tensed, he relaxes and smiles pleasantly. Words begin to come out of his mouth, but they seem to be gibberish. No mere mortal, it seems, will ever be able to understand the harsh, rapid language Ozpin is speaking.

But Goodwitch is no mere mortal. Her understanding is clear as her eyes widen in disbelief. Her hands tighten into fists, knuckles turning white. A dark red color blooms on her cheeks and spreads to her neck. She seems frozen in shock.

Then she lunges forward, a cry of rage tearing from her lips.

Ironwood tackles her before she can reach Ozpin, almost taking them both to the ground but allowing the silver-haired man to stroll away.

"Kaókte taákak teékré tró Í kaákn kítk æóú!" the professor snarls, struggling to get away from him. "Teóti!"

"Glynda, you can't just attack him! We're not students anymore! You have to keep professional!" The dark-haired general pauses. "What on Remnant were you two saying?"

Goodwitch tears away from his grip but doesn't chase after Ozpin. She straightens her clothes and turns back to him. "That's none of your business, James." She stalks away.

"Glynda." Ironwood follows after with a sigh until he is out of the camera's sight. "Glynda!"

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The room was silent.

"What the flip was that?" Echo Sunden screeched, her aura flaring. The rest of her team winced.

"Easy on the semblance, Echo," Indigo Montoya said. His hands had flinched toward his head. "Some of us have sensitive ears, remember?"

"Sorry," she muttered.

The man smiled reassuringly. "I do have to agree with you, though. That was...strange."

"It explains their behavior at dinner," offered Leone.

Indigo frowned. "What behavior?"

The rest of team NITE groaned. "You didn't notice that they sat at opposite ends of their table?"

"Briefly." He shrugged. "Why?"

"You know, for someone who's trying to assassinate Ozpin, you don't pay much attention to him, do you?"

Red colored his cheeks. "I've spent the last fifteen years balancing a normal life and swordsmanship training, and trying to just find the man. I didn't exactly get a chance to go to those fancy training academies you went to. And anyway, I don't see what the big deal is."

"Ozpin and Goodwitch always sit near each other," Echo explained. "For them to suddenly change means that something happened between them."

"Yeah, but-"

"I have another video."

Everyone's eyes snapped toward Thanatos. He shrugged. "Why do you think I was late?"

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The screen is black. A fight can be heard over the rustling made as the camera is set up. Finally, light floods the screen as the camera lens is pulled off.

Once in focus, the source is no less confusing.

Firstly, Professor Ozpin is fighting. Secondly, he is fighting an unfamiliar woman who is using some complex looking sword. Thirdly, he is speaking in that strange, harsh language again.

Their weapons clash. The woman is forced back. She slides her foot back to regain balance and then launches herself forward again. "Tékté!"

The sword dance resumes as they switch between offense and defense, both physically and verbally.

The woman sweeps her leg under Ozpin's, knocking him to the ground. She flips her braid over her shoulder and brushes hair out of green eyes.

(In the dorm, ¾ of NITE freeze in shock. How did they not recognize Professor Goodwitch?)

"You're going to get them killed." She stands over her boss. Her shoulders tremble faintly. "I can't watch you break again."

Ozpin grunts in pain. "Glynda, my back-"

"Oh, Grimm! I'm so sorry!" Goodwitch holds out her hand.

He takes it and then pulls her down to the floor beside him. She shrieks. A strange word slips from her mouth. There is a snort of laughter, but the room is soon silent again.

"I won't break," Ozpin says suddenly.

"You can't promise me that."

"No, but I know what I'm doing. You know that RWBY would have ended up in the Southeast quadrant regardless of what we did. That is why I allowed them to take the mission-or rather, I signed them up for a similar mission."

The blonde sits up and looks at him. "What?"

"I intentionally put them on the mission with Oobleck. He will keep a close eye on them. I also asked that he question their motive to be Huntresses." He sits up and winces.

"Why didn't you tell me that earlier? It would have saved us an entire half hour." She narrows her eyes into a glare. "You completely deserve every bit of pain you'll feel tomorrow."

Ozpin gives a sort of half laugh. The room falls silent.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you."

The headmaster shrugs. "You've always had trust issues. I've known that for years."

"But not with you. I've always trusted you."

"Well-"

"Doesn't count."

"What about-"

"I hardly knew you then."

"But-"

"Shut up and accept my apology."

~:~

"...Well, I owe Ginger ten lien now."

"We are never going to hear the end of this."

"Who says anyone else has to know?"

Everyone looked at Indigo. "What?"

"The first video could get everyone in a lot of trouble-not just us, but Goodwitch and Ozpin too." The man shrugged. "I saw it all the time back home. Someone sees evidence of less-than-stellar behavior from a higher up and uses it against them. The second video seems...private."

Leone nodded. "He's right. It's really none of our business. We should probably actually delete both of them."

Thanatos bristled. "I don't delete anything."

"I know, but I'm asking you to make an exception."

For few seconds, Thanatos didn't move. Then he looked down and fiddling with his camera. "There," he said looking up, "it's gone."

"That's good. I don't want to get fired after all."

NITE's heads whipped toward the door.

Professor Ozpin stood in the doorway, an amused smile on his face. "I'm glad you made it back to your room in time, Thanatos. It wouldn't do for you to miss curfew." He began to turn away. "And please keep from spying on people. It's terribly rude."

A shudder passed through the entire team. "Why do I feel like we just escaped certain death?"

"Because we did. There's a reason the faunus fear him so much."

So...I pretty much had my friend create an entire language for this chapter. It's officially called Linish (after the one who made it), but for now, it's whatever language they spoke on Cocoon/Nova Chrysalia (currently called Cocoonian).