The pale woman pursed her lips, "This. . .is most troubling news."
"I am sor-" she was cut off by the pale woman raising a hand.
"Do not apologize. It was wise of you to inform me of this. And this information came to you from who, exactly?"
"Emerald Sustrai, ma'am."
The pale woman nodded, "And who was she to deliver the message to, again?"
"The thief, Roman Torchwick."
"And the message came from whom?"
"A Dust shop worker. Emerald said he could see through her illusions."
The pale woman hummed, "Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Cinder. I shall find out more in time."
Cinder's image faded from the hologram, now showing a slowly rotating model of Remnant. The pale woman steepled her fingers and muttered, "Who are you, Raidriar?"
~I dunno, don't ask me, I'm just the transition guy~
Ozpin stared at the footage of the car chase, well, Atlesian Paladin chase, but who really cares? Rewinding it back again, a few seconds after the Paladin entered the highway, he focused on the spot he knew a figure landed.
The figure on the unfamiliar bike landed, and shot off towards the Paladin, Ozpin watched as it rode next to a yellow motorcycle, then fell back watching from afar. The cameras changed several times throughout the chase, then finally landed on where the Paladin fell off the highway.
Ozpin slowed down the footage as the figure hopped off the bike, it fading into smoke, and stood at the edge where the Paladin fell off. Ozpin frowned as he noticed something new- it looked like they were talking to someone. The minute gestures and small arm movements revealed it all to him.
Who was he talking to-? Ozpin's thoughts were interrupted as he heard the elevator's doors open with a ding. Looking up from the footage, he saw Glynda Goodwitch enter. Eyebrows raising- she didn't always look this severe- he asked, "To what do I owe this pleasure of a visit this late at night?"
She glared at him, "The ball being held two nights from now. Team CFVY still hasn't come back, and they were supposed to set up the decorations."
He nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, I see how that might be a problem."
Her eye twitched, "And what are you going to do about it?"
"Probably assign another team to do it. Maybe Team RWBY would like to do it?"
Glynda gave him a flat look, "You're not supposed to have favorites."
Ozpin raised an eyebrow. Glynda looked away, "She doesn't count."
Ozpin nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips, "Sure. Sure she doesn't."
Glynda rolled her eyes, "I'll inform Team RWBY that they have to do decorations for the ball if CFVY doesn't come back by tomorrow."
Ozpin just smiled and watched her leave.
He wasn't looking at her bottom, promise.
~Wait, what do you mean, 'it's my job'?!~
Roman took a long drag of his cigar. Letting out a breath, he tapped the ashes into the ashtray on his desk- mahogany, of course. No classy thief, like himself, would choose any less than the best.
He stared at Cinder like she was crazy- which, quite frankly, he's starting to think that she genuinely was- "So, what you're saying is that you want us to drive the old, abandoned train underneath Mountain Glenn, into the city."
"And to blow holes in the ceiling while doing it- to gather Grimm in large numbers."
He took another long drag of his cigar. "Excuse me, but, you're crazy." Neo swatted him on the shoulder, but said nothing.
"Are you arguing with me, Roman?"
"No! Not at all! I'm just pointing out that it's extremely suicidal and, let's not forget, completely crazy."
"But you're still going to get it done."
"Of course I am! What type of villain do you think I am? I may be a lying, cheating and stealing thief, but I'm an honorable one." Neo gave him a disbelieving look at that. Roman ignored her.
"Good. Our plans should come to fruition soon. I will plant the virus in the CCT Tower the night of the ball, where everyone will be, and you will start work on the train." The Scroll call ended.
Neo got up into his face, her face flat and disbelieving. "What?" Roman asked.
She signed him "'Honorable'? Really?"
He responded with, "What? She doesn't know, so why should we tell her?"
Neo just gave up, too used to dealing with Roman.
~'You're fired'? What do you mean that I'm fired?!~
"Alright, gentlemen, we have gathered here today to discuss-" the voice was cut off by another, "Could you turn on the light? I can barely see in here."
"Wha-?" the voice tried to speak up but others spoke up as well, talking over each other, "Yeah, it's quite dark."
"Are your eyes open?"
"Yeah, I can barely see."
"Yes, they're open!"
"Are you sure?"
"I can somewhat see. . ."
"Yes, I'm sure! I'm holding them open now!"
"Oh, shut up all of you!" another voice shouted over the others. The light clicked on, showing a circle table with several old men, who looked the same, surrounding it. One of them was pulling his eyes open, elbows pushed into another old man. Everyone looked at him and he quickly moved his arms down, eyelids flapping shut.
The one who had turned on the light sat down and started to speak again, his hands folded on top of each other, "Now, gentlemen, we have come to discuss our employee, Silver."
"Yeah? He's a good kid, always lending a helping hand," one spoke up, others echoing his sentiments.
"He's helped me many times, usually the heavy lifting."
"Always gave me time to rest."
The first one held up a hand, quieting the others, "Yes, I agree, he's quite the helping hand." He peered around at all of them, "And I assume you know he's from a different dimension?" There was a chorus of agreements, "Good. Now, I'd assume you know that there's a storm coming, that the world of Remnant is going to be thrown into chaos?" They confirmed they knew. "Very well. You men know what to do. Gather information and stay just on the sidelines, but never interfere."
One spoke up, "What about Silver? He's a major player, isn't he?"
The first one chuckled, "Yes, he's a major player. But, well, he's also a minor player." Thomas shook his head, "It really depends on him. Now, off the dramatic topics and onto the lighter topics." He turned to an old man to the side, "Kevin, how's the festival grounds coming up?"
"Oh, they're great as always! People coming in and helping set up the stands. We've gotten the shops set up now, and all we have to do is the food stalls." Kevin nodded.
And like that, the mood was lifted and the brothers of the Old Man Empir- sorry, Enterprises discussed the preparations of the Vytal Festival and their own shops.
Poor transition guy, he got fired. Wasn't like he was doing anything anyway.
Eh, I was going to add something else to this, but, like, I couldn't think of anything.
Okay! Onto Reviews:
Reviewer 1.2: No. Your access here is denied. (I'm honestly sorry for the person who has to deal with this.)
Reviewer 8.1: Ehh? No? I looked it up and I don't want to. I'm not into hentai.
Onto the next chapter! Where things happen! It's just daily life! They're setting up for the festival! And Stuff! I dunno!
Until next time,
-FreohrWK