After Elizabeth recovered from returning Hinata home, she got right to work finding Remnant. Apparently, she wanted to get this last world over with it so that she could enjoy the weekend.
When it came time to enter, we were arrayed in full force. I stood in a much more heavily armoured version of my battle-suit, my staff heavy from the additional biotic generators that would power any spells I needed to case.
Next to me stood Strange, the cloak of levitation flapping behind him as though in a non-existent wind.
On my other side was Angela, who had taken a little time off the Widowmaker project to come and help us with this.
In front of us was Yang, who was excitedly hopping from foot to foot as Elizabeth focused next to her.
Across from us, The portal flashed into existence, the black and white image of Yang's home becoming colourized, including her father who was staring at us in shock.
We quickly stepped through and let the portal shut behind us.
Yang ran over to her father and hugged him tightly. As she caught up with him, I quickly slipped the portal projector out of my pocket and started running the destination acquisition sequence.
Across from us, Ruby burst out of the house, joining the reunion between Yang and her father.
Eventually, Taiyang let go, leaving the two girls to talk to each other as he turned to us, "Who are you?"
The discussion that followed was… well, it wasn't the kindest situation. We did our best to let him down easily, but Taiyang didn't deal well with the idea that his daughter had been kidnapped and sold as a slave, with the only thing that had allowed her to return was the fact that her 'buyer' had been an unwilling participant himself.
And then Yang had to start talking about Raven.
Not our raven, but rather, her mother.
Taiyang's strained confirmation of his lover's practices was enough for Yang to become belligerent. Despite the two weeks, she still hadn't quite come to terms with the revelation.
And to make things worse, Taiyang blamed us.
In the end, the three of us simply promised to leave a scroll contact number with them once we procured one and left.
With that done, we took off, flying at full speed to Beacon Academy,
It was currently about halfway through the summer before Yang and Ruby would have attended beacon and the school still out of session.
Hopefully, Ozpin was still in.
We touched down in front of a stern blond-haired woman, who had a riding crop at the ready.
"Who are you?" Glynda demanded.
I stepped forward, "We need to speak with Ozma."
Glynda furrowed her brow, "Do you mean Ozpin?"
Suddenly, her scroll rang.
"Ozpin?" She asked. As he replied, he face fell in confusion. She put away the scroll and straightened to look at us, "Ozpin will see you now. Follow me."
We followed her through the empty halls of Beacon Academy, Glynda walking ahead of us in silence as we went.
As I floated along, I turned to examine my companions.
Strange was absent-mindedly following us around, his hands clasped around the faintly glowing Eye of Aggamotto.
On my other side, Angela was walking alongside us, examining the building. Occasionally her gaze would stop on something ahead of us.
Following her gaze, I found the perky posterior of our guide.
I caught Angela's eye and smirked.
Falling back until I was next to her, I leaned in. "See something you like, my angel?"
"Jon!" She muttered.
I just chuckled, "I don't blame you, she is an attractive woman after all."
Angela sighed, "Well… it's just that…"
"Ho? Does my angel have a teacher fetish?" I questioned.
Angela buried her head into my side.
I chuckled, "Do you want to do some roleplay next time? I still need to teach you some magic."
Angela looked up to me and nodded slightly, her face flushed.
I lowered Angela back to the floor as we approached the elevator, which opened promptly for us.
The trip was mostly spent in silence, with Strange finally coming out of his trance.
The door opened to Ozpin's iconic office.
"I heard you want to speak to me?" He asked from his penis-chair.
Angela turned to the rest of us, "His chair is shaped like a penis, right? I'm not the only one who sees this?"
"Nope, he's sitting on a penis." I stated.
Strange and Glynda facepalmed, and the blonde quietly muttered, "I can't unsee it."
Ozpin stood up and looked at his chair, "Huh."
I facepalmed, "Okay, let's ignore the penis chair for now. Ozma, we wanted to speak to you about the brothers."
Ozpin nodded, "Please call me Ozpin. Ozma died a long time ago, I simply have his memories."
We sat down and started to discuss things.
As we discussed life before the brothers left, I was struck by how normal it seemed. The Brothers were largely uninterested in the human population, mainly busying themselves with the creation of new things and the cycle of life and death.
They had created humans and specifically given them magic to make sure that they could attend to themselves.
And it had worked, for the most part. Their world had been pretty stable for about four thousand years, at least, according to the histories that Ozma had studied.
The few times they had gotten involved were drastic. Rare, but drastic.
Over four thousand years, just over thirty different kingdoms had been destroyed by the God of Darkness, occasionally at the behest of his brother. Usually for attempting to create magical weapons of mass destruction.
Eventually, the God of Light created the Silver Eyed Warriors to deal with the problems without divine intervention and the two left the public eye.
It was only after about a thousand years after the Silver Eyed Warriors that Salem had managed to anger the gods enough to destroy humanity.
Salem had been the heir to the then unified humanity, a princess that was in line to ruling the world, as it was then.
And so, when the gods did as they did and wiped out the offending kingdom, there were very few humans left.
According to Ozpin, the brothers had then revoked magic from the world and resurrected him, telling him of Salem's acts and that they saw humanity return without their interference in the future.
They gave him the four relics and charged him with reuniting the disparate tribes that would spring up. They then said that he could bring the relics together once he had done this, and should the state of humanity be deemed acceptable, they would return magic to the world and end the punishments given to Salem and Ozma.
According to Strange, it was a fairly decent deal on the part of the brother gods. A lot of gods were far worse.
That was when we made our pitch.
Strange could use his amulet to grant Aggamotto the location of this universe, summoning him here to make contact with the local gods and find out if our intervention would be unwelcome.
As far as we could tell, it shouldn't anger the Brothers, considering the fact that we weren't local humans.
The games of gods were strange. Especially those of gods that had interests in other universes.
The discussion went on for some time, but eventually, we were forced to adjourn. While we had warned Ozpin of Lionheart and the possibility of any other traitors within his small group, he still wanted to get in touch with Ironwood at the very least to get some support from the locals.
Well, that and he wanted the man to arrange identities for the two of us so that we could at least get a hold of some scrolls.