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Oscar's POV
Apparently finding out what was going to happen next was going to wait for awhile. Ozpin and his aunt would talk about it between themselves. As a child he would have to go with their decision.
Nero insisted that he go to sleep and regain his energy. Sleep sounded absolutely amazing by that point. After a panic attack and all the revelations in such a short time he felt drained.
Oscar tried to fight sleep though. He was terrified that if he went to sleep now he would wake up back in Mantel. Wake up and find out this had all been a strange dream.
It was only after both his aunt and Ozpin promised that they would still be there in the morning did he allow himself to succumb to sleep. His sleep was completely dreamless. It felt as if he had just closed his eyes when a gentle hand shook him awake.
A somewhat familiar green haired man with warm brown eyes stood over him. From what he remembered if Ozpin's memories this was Bartholomew Oobleck one of the teacher at Beacon. What was he doing here? Shouldn't he be at Beacon?
Oscar sat up on his elbows to look over the man. He was holding a coffee thermos in his right hand. What was on his belt was what caught his attention. Long Memory's handle could just barely be seen from his side. This must be the man who brought him to Nero's clinic. In turn that was how he got the cane.
He questioned carefully, "Who are you?"
The man replied standing to his full height, "My name is Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck. I was the huntsman who brought you here. I thought you would appreciate the return of your weapon. Given its similarities to my bosses you dont want him to see it in it's current state."
With that said he unlatched Long Memory and tossed it lightly to Oscar. Instinct kicked in causing Oscar to grab it out of the air and click the hand. This caused it to extend to it usual length.
He gave a few experiment swings to test that nothing had been changed in it. Once he was sure it was in working order he smiled. At least now he wouldn't have to convince Ozpin to help him make a new one. Less suspicious though he would need to change the style slightly before Ozpin saw it. Otherwise there would be questions he wouldnt feel comfortable answering.
Turning his attention back to the man he said sincerely, "Thank you for returning my weapon. I'm not sure what I would have done without it."
Oobleck smiled as he replied with a glance at the thermos, "That I believe is something all huntsman and huntresses understand. Our weapons are designed to be an extension of ourselves. When we lose them or they are damaged it is like we lose a part of ourselves."
Oscar returned the smile hesitantly. In a way Oobleck was right. Yet at the same time was completely wrong. Even though Long Memory was back in his hands he still felt like he was missing a part of himself. He knew what it was.
Ozpin's constant presence in his mind and soul were gone. Even when the ancient wizard had gone silent he was still there. Just not responding to anything except in the panic at Argus and then again as he fell out of the vault.
Would he ever be whole again? Did he want to be? That was a morbid question but if he was whole that would mean Ozpin was dead. Again.
To answer his own mental question no he did not. Even if his aura and soul didnt recover he would not wish Ozpin's death. The revelation that they were father and son only heightened the fact. He did not want the burden of that destiny.
It would take him some time to fully come to terms what that meant. As he sat on the bed he knew that if he didnt want the Fall to happen it would have to be him that changed it. The only question was how? It wasnt like he could tell Ozpin or Qrow what was going to happen. At best they would think he had a clairvoyance semblance and that was a very small possibilty. At worst they would think him insane as he didnt have any proof beyond his word.
A clearing of a throat drew him back from his thoughts. Worried brown eyes stared at him.
Oscar mumbled, "I'm fine. Things just hit me all at once. But I'm fine really."
Clicking the handle of Long Memory again he clipped it onto his belt. He would have to wait until he got back to the farm to make his changes. There was nothing here he could use that wouldnt be overly obvious.
Putting it away happened not a moment to soon. Nero walked in not a moment later taking in the scene with a raised eyebrow. Oscar simply shrugged not willing to explain.
After a moment the doctor said, "There is breakfast in the kitchen for you, Doctor Oobleck. Oscar I need to check your shoulder before you go eat. If its healing correctly you will be able to go home."
Home huh? Did that mean the farm or the school that he's never been to?
He kept his thoughts to himself as Nero checked his shoulder commenting lightly, "Despite shooting you out of an airship I dont think whoever shot you meant to kill you," at his disbelieving look the other continued, "It was a precise shot meant to miss your heart. So no, I do not believe that the one who shot you meant to kill you. Otherwise the bullet would have torn through your heart killing you long before you hit the ground."
So Ja... Ironwood didn't intend to kill him. That was odd but he wouldnt miss such an easy shot on accident. Everything he did was deliberate. Did that mean Oscar forgave him? Absolutely not.
Once his bandages were changed he moved into the kitchen. Ozpin was standing in one corner sipping on coffee. His aunt was making them breakfast and had her back turned to him. Oobleck was sitting at the table also nursing a cup of coffee.
Oscar briefly wondered if he could get away with making himself a cup. With his aunt there he highly doubted it. She was a firm believer that coffee was bad for children. As such he was never allowed to have it on the farm. Oscar had acquired a love for the drink both from Ozpin and from spending so much time with Team Rwby. The entire team drank coffee as if their life depended on it.
Deciding not to risk his aunt's wrath he took a seat at the table. Ozpin greeted, "Good morning, Oscar."
"Morning," he replied.
Ozpin said as Aunt Em put a plate of bacon and eggs were put in front of him, "Oscar, your aunt and I have come to a decision. I would like you to come with me to Beacon. Your aunt agrees with me."
His aunt caught his look as she agreed, "Oscar, life as a farm hand was not meant for you. Going with Ozpin will give you a better life than what I could give you."
"But I dont want to leave you," he whispered quietly.
Her dark eyes softened as she said bending so that they were eye level, "Oscar you are meant for better things than being a farm hand. Go with Headmaster Ozpin and follow your dreams. He will be getting me a scroll so that we can call. Dont let this opportunity pass you."
Oscar frowned but didnt say anything else. It seemed he was going to Beacon.
