Oh gods, it's been... what? 20 days since my last update, and 42 since my last update for this story. Okay, reasons - I read 200+ stories in the How To Train Your Dragon and Rise of the Guardians fandoms. Also, my WiFi broke, looped and ate up all the GBs of the SIM contract. Which isn't renewed until June 15 (I think...). Though this will make up for it, because the ending is freaking hilarious.
Though it might count as character bashing... nah.
The brightly-lit room bustled with movement as the six people prepared themselves. Ties were fixed, suit jackets were straightened, pants were smoothed down, and shirts were tucked into the waistline. Two opposite rows of chairs laid unoccupied on the two long sides of the room, the current inhabitants too busy and preoccupied to sit down and stay put until they were needed. From outside, a muted voice could be heard talking, and though the words were too muffled to be understood, it wasn't hard to guess what was it about.
"Now, students, let's go through this one last time," Ozpin requested, earning groans from all around as he stood tall and proud, and without his mug of coffee, in the middle of the room. "Ms Xiao Long?"
"No violence, no swearing, no verbally attacking anyone, no belching after drinking something, no insulting, no flirting sultrily, no being suggestive, and keep my mouth shut at all times unless asked to speak," the girl grumbled unhappily, clearly discontent about the rules she'd been set.
"Very good, but you forgot no getting angry and no using your Semblance," Ozpin pointed out, earning another groan, before looking at Blake. "Ms Belladonna?"
"No calling them racists, no declaring that I seek Faunus equality, no saying that the White Fang is a group of misguided Faunus, no attacking them if they are racist, no being emo, no being grumpy, no being pouty, no being sulky, no insulting them if they are racist, no being dark, no reading my books, no saying my books are erotic literature not smut, no getting angry when someone is a racist, no getting angry when someone insults the White Fang, no speaking unless specifically asked to," sighed Blake, not even looking up from her book – not Ninjas of Love, thankfully.
"Good. You three?" he went on, glancing at Ruby, Jaune and Sky.
"No getting super-angry, insulting, or attacking if they insult Yang or Blake," began Ruby.
"No rambling about weapons, no challenging people at dice, no flirting with Yang," continued Jaune.
"No devouring all the cookies, no commenting on how Mom cooks better, no being picky about the offered snacks," finished Sky.
"Perfect!" smiled the Headmaster. "Now, if you can all keep these simple rules in mind, we will get out of here being a big step closer to clearing Ms Xiao Long's and Ms Belladonna's names."
"Hurry, you're on," a voice called from the door. They all turned to see an old man with grey hair and brown eyes waving them in. He was wearing brown shorts and a white T-shirt with the words 'Dad did it!' on it. They all apparently stared for a few seconds too long, because he urged them on again. "Come on, don't just stand there, you have an interview!"
Ozpin glanced at his students, each of who calmed down in different ways. Yang punched her fists together and grinned. Blake… she was already relaxed thanks to her book. Ruby struck a mock Kung Fu pose and nodded with determination. Jaune threw a handful of dice on a chair, all coming up six, and nodded a little uncertainly. Sky pointed finger-guns at Yang and mouthed her a 'knock 'em dead'.
The Headmaster sighed. What an interesting and troublesome team.
He turned and nodded to the extravagant old man. "We're ready."
He just shrugged. "Then go in, no?" And then he disappeared.
The six of them exited the room stiffly, and were immediately waved over by another staff member, this time a middle-aged woman who hurriedly ushered them through a door and into the studio proper, where Lisa Lavender herself was waiting for them.
"Still regarding the scandal of the two Beacon students of our last report, today we will interview the Headmaster of Beacon, Professor Ozpin, and the two incriminated students, alongside the rest of their team." She gestured for them to take seats. Ozpin, Yang and Blake ended up on one couch, while Ruby, Jaune and Sky ended up on the other. Ozpin hid it well, but everyone could see he wasn't happy with being stuck between the two girls. "Now, before we start, would any of you like some tea or-"
"I'd like some milk, please!" Ruby spoke up, interrupting the reporter and causing everyone to look at her. She shrank down in her seat. "S-Sorry."
"It's no problem, dear," Ms Lavender smiled, waving for someone to go fetch some milk for her. "Anything else?"
"No, thank you," Ozpin intervened before anyone could say anything else. "We're fine. Besides, I'm sure this interview won't hold us here for too long."
The purple-haired woman smiled at him. "I'm sure it won't," she reassured him. "Your students must not be used to such events, we don't want to bother them with a boringly long interview."
"Oh don't worry 'bout us, we're ready for anything you can throw at us!" Yang exclaimed, grinning as she punched her fists together. Ozpin subtly jabbed his elbow into her side, using the fact they were side-by-side to his advantage, effectively wiping the smile off her face. "I-I mean, sure, go on, Miss."
The reporter looked at them for one more second before her gaze briefly swept over the others, who smiled nervously but kept their mouths shut. "Alright. Well, why don't we start with the accusations? Ms Xiao Long, is it true you have willingly caused a fight with civilians and destroyed Mr Hei Xiong's local, 'The Club'?"
Yang's lips curled up, nervously, but it was clear that was more of a grimace than a smile. "Yeah? Kind of? No, no, I mean, yes I did but they totally deserved it."
Ozpin's hand twitched as he reigned in the temptation of smacking his face, and her, in frustration.
Of course, Lavender didn't let her go with such a statement. "What do you mean, 'deserved'? The local suffered extreme damage and several employees were hospitalized. What makes you say they deserve what happened?"
Yang cleared her throat and shrugged awkwardly – and hadn't the situation been so rough, Ruby would've laughed at how for once, Yang was the one feeling awkward and not the other way around. "Well, hadn't they continued to attack me, I wouldn't have attacked them. I only fought those who fought me."
Ozpin sighed.
"However, there are dozens of ocular witnesses who claim you threw the first punch, and that they only intervened after you attacked their boss," the purple-haired woman pointed out. "What do you have to say about that? Do you claim they were lying?"
Yang's eyes met Ozpin's, and a silent message was exchanged.
"Well, they weren't lying about them attacking me once I knocked out their boss, that's for sure," Yang laughed. No one joined her, and she cut herself off with an awkward chuckle. "Though, I only punched their boss because I was provoked to do so."
"Those very same witness claim to have seen you order a drink, refuse to show any identification when asked, and then sexually assault their boss by grabbing and holding him by his testicles," noted Lavender, and five pairs of eyes shifted to look at Yang, who was trying to make herself as small as possible. "Then, after you released him, they claim you've tricked him by offering him a 'make up kiss' and then, taking advantage of the surprise element, you knocked him out and started a fight with all his employees, including his two bodyguards, the twins Melanie and Miltiades Malachite. Is this true?"
Yang shrank even more, so much she looked on the verge of falling off the couch, and nodded. "Yeah…"
The reporter stared at her for no more than a few seconds, but to everyone it felt like a hundred years, as the possibility of more questions hung in the air above them. Finally, she turned away and faced Blake. "I suppose there is little more to ask Ms Xiao Long at the moment. Ms… Belladonna, am I saying it right? Good. Now, Ms Belladonna, will you answer a few questions?"
Blake just nodded.
A smile as fake as a Beowolf's appeared on Lavender's face. "Perfect. Now, before we start, could you please introduce yourself?"
Looking slightly startled, Blake glanced at Ozpin, who just shrugged. "Okay. My name is Blake Belladonna, I'm seventeen years old, and I'm currently a student at Beacon Academy. A first year, to be precise."
The woman nodded approvingly, making her pale a bit. "Now, Ms Belladonna, is it true you were once part of the White Fang?"
"It is."
"Why?"
The question took Blake off-guard. "Excuse me?"
"I asked you why you were part of it," explained the reporter. "And more importantly, why did you leave. The White Fang surely does not seem to be so easy to get out of. So why and how did you get away?"
Blake sighed dejectedly. "I've been in the White Fang, the original White Fang, most of my life. I was basically born into it, back when they were peaceful protests. Five years ago, however, the old leader stepped down and a new one took his place. A new leader… with new, more violent methods." She refused to make eye contact with anyone, instead preferring to stare down at the floor. "Methods that, at first, seemed to work. Faunus were treated equally-"
"Because people were afraid of the White Fang," Lavender pointed out.
"Yes. I've never been okay with that, so I left. I realized that the peaceful organization I knew was no more, and I left. I chose to attend Beacon as a way to remedy my mistakes and help the people who need it, and seek equality between humans and Faunus – the true, original goal of the White Fang."
"You mentioned the White Fang became violent five years ago – however, you only left a few months ago. Can you explain why?" she asked.
Blake sighed once again. "The Vale lieutenant brought the violence to a whole new level. I couldn't stand it any more – and since I would've just died had I confronted him directly, I had to get away so that I could help people in my own way."
The reporter hummed and leaned forwards. "This lieutenant… you said he brought the violence to a whole new level. However, public executions of the staff of captured cargoes have been happening for far longer than a few months – does that mean you were okay with those?"
"No!" Blake shot off her seat and glared at the woman. "Never! I never wanted anyone to die! I never knew of those – because had I known, I would've left much earlier!"
"So you were in a terrorist organization that stole cargoes, destroyed shops and properties, and murdered prisoners, and you didn't know anything?" inquired the reporter, more than a little sceptical.
"Yes! No! Argh!" Blake shook her head in frustration. "I've been kept in the dark about the more… extreme… practice of the other members. But yes, I did know about the thefts and property damage – I thought the targets deserved it for how they treated their Faunus employees or customers."
Lavender raised an eyebrow. "So you agreed to steal and damage property instead of using legal ways to make the laws be respected?"
"The laws weren't working," Blake replied stiffly. "Otherwise we would've never needed to resort to violence."
"'We'? So you still associate yourself to the White Fang?" Lavender immediately continued.
"What? No-Ugh!" Blake facepalmed. "Don't go putting words in my mouth, I never said that! I was part of the White Fang back then, and that's why I said 'we'! I'm no more a member!"
"And what about the rumours about you and your team being at the docks during the attempted theft of the Schnee Dust cargo?" inquired the reporter, leaning slightly forwards.
Blake, and the rest of her team, all looked at Jaune, who sputtered. "W-What?! Why are you looking at me, she asked you!"
"You're the team leader," Blake stated flatly.
"You speak for us," Sky immediately threw him under the bus.
Jaune panicked. "W-Well, yes, we were there – we're the ones who s-stopped the theft!"
Lavender made a show of slowly examining each member of the team. "You… stopped Roman Torchwick, a very famous criminal mastermind, and the White Fang, a worldwide known terrorist organization. Stopped by a first year team. Forgive me if I'm sceptical – the forces of law have tried to apprehend them before and always failed. How could you have succeeded?"
"W-Well, we weren't alone…" Jaune pointed at Ozpin. "There were Professor Ozpin, Professor Goodwitch, Mr Xiao Long and Mr Branwen with us, all professional Hunters, to ensure nothing went wrong."
Lavender glanced at Ozpin, who nodded, confirming Jaune's words. She smiled. "Tell me, Mr Arc, did you and your team know about Ms Belladonna's former association with the White Fang?"
Jaune snorted. "Hell no. It came up after the fight at the docks. Or, well, during. Yeah… not like we stopped fighting of course!" he scrambled to correct his mistake. "We were just taking a small break to address the Goliath in the room before continuing to fight!"
Ozpin ran a hand over his face and stood up. "Excuse me, I need a cup of coffee. I'll be back in a minute." And with that, he ran away from the five imbeciles he'd been so set on bringing with him.
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"Well, that went poorly," commented Jaune.
"You think?" came Yang's heavily sarcastic reply. "No, I think it went just perfectly!"
The five of them all sighed as one. Jaune, sitting cross-legged on the ground, slumped and laid his chin on his palm. Yang and Ruby exchanged glances from either end of the bench they were sitting on, ignoring Blake who was staring at her book in between them. Sky shrugged from where he was laying on the grass.
"Yeah, we screwed up big time," he commented. "Ruby, forget I ever said 'screwed'."
"Sure."
"But in the end it's not like it matters." When everyone turned to look at him, he shrugged again and sat up. "Media chase stories like these and when they get a hold of one, it's almost impossible to make them let go. And I can understand it – they are making money out of this, money the employees will use to put food on the table. They think it's necessary."
"Yes, but had we been able to defend ourselves…" Jaune trailed off sadly.
Sky shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Look, you guys don't know what it's like. Jaune, you travelled around for ten years, it's not like you remained in town long enough to see how these stories start, go and end. Ruby, Yang, you two lived with a Hunter parent. You probably heard more about Grimm hunting, border patrols, and new contract legislation than normal daily news. And Blake – do I even have to say this? You probably never heard of a normal news story that didn't involve racism, discrimination, Faunus hatred and stuff like that." He snorted as if to dismiss her glare. "Me? I've seen a lot of this stuff. I grew up as a normal kid who just went to combat school instead of civilian school, but had you seen me outside of Signal, you'd never guess I was a Hunter in training. I had normal interests, normal hobbies, and normal parents who spoke about the news every day. I'm not an expert but even I can say this – in the end it doesn't matter if we're guilty or not, and we are, what matters is what the media and the audience think of the story."
"So basically we just went there to be humiliated?" snapped Yang.
"More or less."
Everyone stared at him in shock at his nonchalance attitude. "How can you be so calm?!" exclaimed Blake, snapping her book shut. "Yang and I might face prison for this, and this entire team might be expelled or worse blacklisted, and you just don't care?!"
"Look, we're in this way over our heads, okay? We don't have a say in what will happen or how it'll happen. So why bother panicking? It's not gonna change anything," he replied with a bored tone. "If you know that Remnant will vanish tomorrow and we'll all die no matter what, why bother losing your cool? Just enjoy what little you've left because fear or not you're not gonna change anything."
"But who says we can't do anything?" Ruby countered quickly. With a grimace, she continued, "Yes, we messed up during the interview and we messed up before that. But… it's never too late to fix it, right?"
Sky exhaled explosively, exasperated. "Guys, stop it! We're not superheroes, we're not gods, we're not even actual Hunters or at least people with political influence! We aren't infallible! Right now, all we can do is lay low and hope that Ozpin will fix this somehow. We? We aren't gonna try anything because there's nothing to try, okay? Just let it happen."
"Just let it happen?! Is that your life philosophy or something?"
The boy turned to look at Blake with a raised eyebrow. "You know what? Yes, you're pretty spot on. I'm not one to delude myself into thinking I can fix everything and I can win all battles. My teacher at Signal said it's one of the traits of a good Hunter. At the same time I don't like being the one to make choices because if I do, I'll be blamed for them if they go wrong! If now I came up with an idea for how to 'fix' this and it failed, it'd be my fault! So it's way better to let others decide, and I chose Ozpin to make those decisions. You guys have the habit of never thinking things through and always choosing the most straightforward way you can."
"What kind of a mentality is that?!" exclaimed Yang, annoyed as well. "A full-time, lifelong pity-party?! 'Oh, I can't change anything so I won't try at all'. Is that seriously how you live?!"
"You can't get hurt if you don't take any risk at all," Sky shot back. "Isn't that how Blake used to live as well? 'Oh, I'm in the White Fang, now the others can choose for me'."
"But as opposite to you I abandoned that mentality!" Blake cut into the argument. Jaune and Ruby exchanged a glance and sighed.
"Yes, and you picked up the mentality that brought us all to fight a renowned criminal and a famous terrorist organization at the docks, destroying who knows how much Dust and other stuff!"
"But we stopped Torchwick!" countered Blake.
"And we destroyed more Dust than he would've been able to steal anyway!" Sky waved them off. "Look, had you been on your own, I would've told you to go on and do whatever you want. But we're a team whether you realize it or not, which means that what you two do in a hotheaded moment will impact the whole team – you said it yourself, Blake. Our team might be expelled or blacklisted because of what you two did. We'd have to be insane to let you decide the next course of action!"
"Fine!" shouted Blake, standing up. "Then let Jaune and Ruby decide since they're the only ones who aren't in this argument!"
"Fine by me!"
"Fine!"
The three of them turned to look at Ruby, who had been sitting on Blake's other side from Yang, only to find air in her place. They looked down at the ground in front of the bench to see if their blond leader was there, and promptly found out he had abandoned them too. It was like they'd never been there to begin with.
"Uh…"
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"This is a disaster," complained Jaune, running a hand down his face. "Yang and Blake are being labelled criminals, the whole team will probably be investigated, and those three are now arguing like there's no tomorrow. Can this get any worse?"
"You just jinxed it." The two of them stopped and glanced around, and then upwards. Maybe there was a meteor about to strike the school and destroy everything?
Nope, no meteors in sight, just a cloudy sky that promised light rain in the evening.
"But, is Sky right or just being pessimistic?" wondered the young redhead. "I mean, about the fact we can't do anything. There must be something we can do, right?"
Jaune sighed. "I don't know… I never expected Sky to burst like that, he's never confronted us like that before. And… that's kinda what is making me think he's right. We tagged along just fine when we went to the docks, and that was one crazy mission, so I don't really know if it's wise to ignore him."
"Maybe we could talk to your aunt?" offered the girl. "Maybe she has an idea or some advice?"
He shook his head. "No, she's busy. I tried looking for her but she's doing something for the headmaster. She's probably already working on this case."
The two teens sighed again and continued their stroll through the gardens. It was late November, so there weren't many flowers and the grass was green but monotone. Bushes and trees had already begun to lose their now orange-shaded foliage. A typical autumnal afternoon, all in all, completed by the light grey clouds that covered the sky like a mass of cotton.
There weren't many students around, as expected, but to their surprise there were more than they'd thought there'd be. Unfortunately, most of them seemed to be looking at their Scrolls to reading a newspaper, and more than a stare was directed their way, so the reason for such a traffic was pretty easy to guess.
Maybe luck was on their side for that handful of minutes, because no one tried to approach them or address the Leviathan in the garden. Instead, they were looked at, but thankfully never confronted by anyone.
Of course that luck had to run out not fifteen minutes later, when rain began to pit-pat down from the clouds and the people finally realized that Autumn wasn't always a dry season. The two of them weren't so bothered by the rain, but one can only stay under the rain for so long before their clothes get soaked, and they didn't want that. However, it seemed that Fate wasn't on their side that day – nor any other day.
"What's up losers?" Why was the school's most idiotic bully waiting for them in front of their dorm, they didn't know. And part of them hoped they never would. They hoped everything could be solved with mentioning Goodwitch and saying goodbye, but as Jaune preached, luck didn't exist.
"Cardin," Ruby greeted him in her most deadpan voice. "What are you doing here? You know Yang hates you… and Blake. And Jaune. And Sky. And me. And basically everyone else in this school."
Cardin scowled for a second in annoyance before a dry smirk made its way to his face. "True, I'm not a fan favourite around here. But that's not really much from someone who's on a team with a former terrorist and a club destroyer, is it?"
Ruby's hands clenched, as did Jaune's, but they weren't Yang. With a harsh glare, Jaune stepped up. "What do you want?"
Raising his hands in mock surrender, Cardin snorted. "Oh, no need to be so aggressive, okay? I'm just here to have a chat with my best friends!"
Now it was Ruby's turn to snort, and for a good reason. "Friends? You're a bully. We'd never be friends with you."
"Ah, but this video here says otherwise," grinned the boy, pulling out his Scroll to show them a recording of their 'purifying ritual' the other day. Quick as lightning, Ruby snatched the Scroll and smashed it into the floor. Cardin deadpanned. "Do you really think me stupid enough to only keep one copy of it? Nah, my teammates have it too, and I have it saved on my OumCloud account. And guess what happens if we don't become friends?"
Ruby glowered at him with all the ferocity a five feet seven cinnamon roll could muster. Jaune, who unfortunately had experience with bullies, just sighed dejectedly. "I'm pretty sure you didn't blackmail us just because you were lonely and needed friends. What is it?"
Cardin shrugged. "Right now? Nothing. But, you know, all the homework the profs give us is so boring… so I thought 'Hey Cardin, you have two boring friends, why don't you let them do it? Boring gets along well with boring!' and here I am!"
Ruby opened her mouth to retort, but Jaune cut her off. "So, it's just for the homework?"
Cardin tsked. "For now, losers. I'll come up with more stuff to have you do later. Oh, for example I could have you lose all your matches in combat class!"
"We're not all that good anyway," shrugged Jaune. He had very little training, and Ruby -as skilled as she was- was still two years younger than anyone else in the school. It wasn't exactly fair every time they were paired up with someone else.
"Spoilsport, aren't you?" grumbled the buffer boy. "Fine. I'll get back at you when I know what to have you do."
With his piece having been said, the brunette swaggered off, disappearing behind a corner. Jaune, totally unimpressed, shrugged and turned to enter the dorm when he realized Ruby was staring at him.
"What?"
"How can you be so okay with this?!" exclaimed the girl. "We just got blackmailed into doing all of Cardin's homework!"
"Hey, you do remember my aunt's a professor, right?" She oohed and nodded. "That, and the fact she'll manage to erase those videos within a day. I'm two hundreds percent sure Cardin won't bully us for long. My aunt always fixed everything – it's literally part of her Semblance, which is a reflection of our souls."
Ruby blinked. "Huh… good point."
And with that, the two of them entered their dorm, forgetting about Cardin the moment their teammates began to question them on where they'd gone during their argument.
To be completely honest, nothing about Cardin was worth remembering anyway.
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Glynda Goodwitch glanced longingly out of the window, seeing the sun touching the horizon as the clouds turned pink and orange in a spectacular autumnal sunset, before shaking her head and looking back down at the wreck of a man she was patting on the shoulder.
"And… and then… then Blake jumped up and exclaimed that her parents would've never allowed public executions… even though I… I had told her not to mention her father was the founder of the White Fang…" Ozpin downed another cup of coffee and reached for the umpteenth refill. "And then… then Yang made a terrible joke about… about cat Faunus and curiosity… which degenerated into a discussion between them all about which animal traits…" Another coffee, another refill. "Which animal traits are… inherited by Faunus… and then Sky asked if Faunus could go in heat… and then… then…"
The Glynda Goodwitch of twenty years prior would've winced at the man's tale. That woman, though, was long dead and gone, and in her place stood a war veteran with two decades of experience in dealing with highly arrogant teenagers with hero complexes – among other things. That war veteran just nodded understandingly and pushed another mug into the man's hands.
"Then Yang made a joke… about Faunus in heat being hot… and Blake argued it was racist… and Yang pointed out how joining a terrorist organization counted as racism too… and then Jaune announced he had to go… to go to the bathroom because the cookies offered weren't all that good…" Coffee, down, refill. "A-And Ruby offered to go with him so he didn't get lost… and Yang made another joke, to tease them… and then Ruby yelled at her to stop it and… and then… then they began fighting… they trashed everything… and they still missed the camera… and then Jaune began cheering Ruby on… while Blake and Sky pretended nothing was happening… and… and…"
Goodwitch sighed and shook her head. "And where were you?"
"I… I…" The man's eyes glazed over. "I… I had just gone to get a coffee to calm down, I swear! I… I didn't mean to…"
With another sigh, the woman patted his shoulder. "There, there. What happened?"
"When… when I got back, Jaune and Ruby were tickling each other and Yang thought it'd be fun to see if I was ticklish and made me choke on the coffee!" cried the man. "I couldn't get it to go down, it was stuck in my throat, and they were going on as if nothing… as if nothing happened! And then Yang… she… she… she asked Blake if… if them killing me was to be… to be considered a crime or just an accident… and Blake replied an accident… and Yang joked about the White Fang using similar methods to kill the prisoners…" His sobs increased. "I just wanted a coffee, I didn't mean for that to happen!"
"Finish the tale, I promise you, you'll feel better," she urged him on.
"And after… after the fight, I finally spat out the coffee… on the reporter's face! And then they crashed the camera! The last thing people saw was me spitting on the reporter's face!"
That was indeed a bad situation, but thankfully not the worst she'd gone through. With a sigh, she just handed him more coffee. With a bit of luck, and lots of that beverage, the headmaster would be back to semi-normal in a few weeks' time. He'd just been unlucky to begin with such a terrible shock instead of being gradually exposed to the student's chaos and mayhem. With time he'd-huh?
She glanced down when Ozpin took her hand, and fought back a blush when he saw him kneeling in front of her, staring up at her in wonder and hope. What was the idiot doing?!
"Glynda… you always know what to do… you always fix every problem… without you, my life would be in ruins. Would you, Glynda Goodwitch, run away with me? We'll live alone, on a faraway island, where no student will ever find us. A life without chaos… nor problems to fix… no media…"
She was tempted. She was incredibly tempted. But in the end, the war against Salem wouldn't win itself, and she had a responsibility towards those godforsaken walking disasters people called Hunters in training. She sighed. "Ozpin, no. We can't just abandon our jobs."
The man gave a suffering cry of lament and slumped, holding the sides of his head. "I run a school full of imbeciles…"
You have no idea, Oz.
So! I really have no idea what to say right now. So I won't. Goodbye.
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