"Wow, there are a lot of gears in this place." I commented, taking in the scenery of Ozpin's office. Everywhere I looked there were gears turning and shifting. If I were blind I would have thought I were standing in a clock-shop or something. I mean how did Ozpin not get annoyed by the sound of these gears? I decided to ignore the loud noise and walked through the office, eventually reaching Ozpin's desk. I looked at Ozpin and he in return looked at me with a small smile on his face.
"Good day, Ramses. How are you doing this afternoon? Did you enjoy seeing Beacon from the inside?" Ozpin asked, placing his hands over one another. "I take it you've already established some things here and there, haven't you?" he asked, leaning his chin on his hands. "Or are you still deciding on what to do with the bar?"
"No, sir," I replied, clasping my hands over one another before putting them behind my back. "Me and Freddy have it all figured out, I think. At least I hope. Knowing Freddy he probably wants to add some things last minute." I sighed before continuing. "So how are you doing?"
"I was just… inspecting something." Ozpin replied, taking a quick downward glance at the Colt Anaconda that lay on his desk. "Tell me, Ramses, what does an outsider like you claim to be think of Beacon itself?"
"In all honesty this place is something, I give you that. You've got everything a student needs to have. The rooms are neat, the cafeteria is big enough, there are a lot of varieties of food, and lets not forget about the upcoming bar." I replied, wiggling my eyebrows. "I mean not a lot of schools can say they have a bar, right?"
"That is correct." Ozpin replied, chuckling to himself. "But still… there is something that has been troubling me." He continued. "And it's about you—or rather, the weapon you carry."
"You mean carried, sir." I sarcastically corrected him. "You took it away because I was not allowed to carry it."
"Yes, indeed I did." Ozpin replied before standing up. "Tell me, Ramses, what do you know about Dust?" he asked, looking at me with a suspicious look on his face. "And not just the basics. Do you know what it can do?"
"Well… it can kill, I think. I mean bullets are made of Dust… shit, everything uses Dust in this place. The entire world uses Dust for crying out loud." I replied, taking in a deep breath before continuing to spam Ozpin with my knowledge of RWBY. "I also know that it's about the only thing that can kill a creature of Grimm. Without it you guys would have been lost."
"You guys? That includes you as well, right?" Ozpin asked, taking a few steps forward. Reaching out for his desk, he picked up a bullet before holding it out to me. "Do you know what this is?" he asked.
"That would be a bullet, sir." I replied. My face was getting a little hot right now. I think he might be onto me.
"Indeed. This is a bullet." Ozpin replied.
I sighed in relief.
"But it's not made out of Dust." Ozpin continued. "And your weapon is different from any weapons I've ever seen. The only one who carries a weapon with some resemblance to it is General Ironwood himself. But even his weapon is… different than yours. A different weapon, different bullet, are you perhaps from another kingdom? Vaccuo, or even Mistral?" Ozpin asked.
I shook my head. "That is what I came to talk about. I figured, after watching dozens of movies and reading dozens of Fanfictions where people keep this to themselves, I share it with you." I replied. Taking in a deep breath, I continued. "Sir, I am not from… here. From Remnant." I replied.
Ozpin… wait, was he chuckling?
… And now he's laughing.
Why the fuck is he laughing?
"Hahahaha, oh Ramses. Ozpin laughed, patting my shoulder. "I didn't know you were one for jokes. I haven't had a good laugh in ages." He continued, shaking his head. "But pleas, the truth."
"Sir… I wasn't joking." I replied, scratching the back of my head. "I'm basically an alien… wow that sounds so weird. But don't worry, I'm not going to put a probe up your ass."
"Ramses, please, I want you to tell me the truth. Where are you from?" Ozpin asked, his tone getting a bit more serious. "There is no need for you to feel intimidated. I am just curious, that's all."
"Sir, for the second time: I am not joking. I am from another world." I replied, crossing my arms. "I am not lying. I have no reason to. But you have to believe me."
Ozpin rubbed his temples. "Okay, let's say you really are from another world… what are you doing here? Where is your spaceship? How do you speak out language?"
"You might want to sit down for this one, sir. This will be a lot to take in." I replied. "I'll stand. I don't mind."
Ozpin nodded before sitting down on the chair behind his desk. "Okay, Ramses, fire away." He said, waving his hands in a sarasctic manner, as if he was making it look like something big was about to happen.
"There is… a lot to talk about. But I will start at the basics," I replied, turning around so that my back faced him. Now what was I going to tell him? Where to start? … Ah, yes, of course.
"How would you feel if I told you your life had been written out for you? That you do not even exists where I am from? Would that make you change your view on life?" I asked.
I got no response from Ozpin. I took this as a hint to continue.
"I come from a world not so very different from yours. Our technology, however, far exceeds that of yours. We have traveled to space, developed weapons that could destroy everything in their paths, and to top it all off… there are no Grimm. Just humans." I stopped, hoping Ozpin would reply. Again he did not, so I continued. "Humans populate our world. Seven billion be precise. There are no enemies that are at the top of the food chain. We are at the top itself. All species of animals on the planet that we have discovered are minor beings, not sentient. We have discovered all of available land, and have almost populated it all."
"We have developed many great things, built buildings that would make Beacon tower fail in comparison. Our weapons, machines, everything is meant to either destroy or help us populate… survive. It might be because of the Grimm… but you might have turned out the same way we did. But you didn't. It's because of the Grimm. But I'm getting off topic." I turned around and looked at Ozpin, and was surprised to see that he was intrigued to what I was telling him. He was so concentrated on my story that he was paying no attention to his mug when filling it with coffee.
"You might want to watch out, you might burn yourself." I said. "I know how it feels. And the coffee didn't land on my hands when the mug overfilled." I said, looking down at my crotch. "I am scarred for life… not physically, thank god."
"Please continue." Ozpin said, taking a sip from his mug. "I'll have Glynda clean this up." he said looking at the puddle of coffee that lay on his desk.
"Okay." I replied before continuing. "As I was saying… we humans are a very delicate species. You probably know that from experiences. There is always one thing we humans are good at… and that would be war. War never changes. Whether it be for oil, religion, land, we humans always find a reason to go to war. And Remnant has had its fair share of wars. Whether it be Faunus against humans, or humans against their own. Fortunately for us the only enemies us humans have are ourselves. Or perhaps it is unfortunate."
"How can that be an unfortunate?" Ozpin. "That is a blessing!"
"It would be a blessing if we humans shared a common enemy to fight. We would stop fighting one another. Ozpin, sir, our weapons… the things we have created are so much stronger compared to Dust. We have developed bombs that can decimate entire cities in seconds. Weapons that do not need humans to pilot them—well actually they still do, but the human piloting it is sitting behind a computer or something, far away from battle." I replied, shaking my head. Ow that I think about the things we have created on Earth are… wow, they're amazing. Planes, cars, and even our weapons. I know war is bad but still… you cannot help to view its good sides. Not that there are much. But you do learn from them.
"And how long did you fight this war?" Ozpin asked.
"Which one?" I retorted.
"There were more?" Ozpin asked.
"Much more than here on Remnant." I replied, shaking my head. "Which one would you like to know about? World War One? World War Two? The Cold War? The Gulf War?"
"Stop. Please." Ozpin replied, waving a hand in front of his face. "If what you're telling me is true… what is the possibility of your people arriving on Remnant? Did you come here to invade our home?"
"I was just getting to that," I replied. "While we humans have fought many wars we still live in harmony with one another. We have fun, and not all our technology is used for battle." I took out my Samsung S7 out of my pocket. "This is a phone… out version of your scroll. It's used for communication, to play games and a lot of other stuff as well. We have developed many things. Television, the Internet—we are able to communicate with the entire world. What Beacon tower is doing now, we had that thing running years earlier. And then there are the many shows the Internet provides—ore specifically… your show, Ozpin." I finished, catching my breath. This was a lot of talking, and I had a feeling I wasn't finished yet.
"My show?" Ozpin repeated in confusion. "What… do you mean?" he asked.
"There is something that I was wanting to save for later, but now that you asked… there is this show—a show created by a channel on a very famous website. This website is called YouTube. The channel is called RoosterTeeth… and the show is called… RWBY." I replied. "And yes, it is like team RWBY."
"And… what are you getting at, exactly?" Ozpin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Remember when I asked you how you would feel if you knew how your life was going to turn out?" I asked.
Ozpin nodded.
"Ozpin, this show depicts everyone's life. That of you, Goodwitch, Ruby Rose, everyone." I replied, placing my hands on his desk. "I know things, Ozpin. Things that can help save so many people. And I'm not just saying that to get laid, that will never happen anyways." I stopped, shaking my head. "Why do I always have to make myself look like such a fucking cunt?" I asked myself.
I suddenly felt something warm on my hand. Looking at it I noticed it was Ozpin's hand that was on mine. I stared into his eyes as he stared into mine. "Ramses." He began, taking a sip from his coffee. "You aren't making this up… you really aren't."
It seemed like realization finally hit him.
"How? How is this possible?" Ozpin asked me, standing up. "This can't be true. If you really are telling the truth then tell me something only I know about." he said, pointing his cane at my neck, although not in a threatening manner. "Tell me."
"I know that you've hidden something very important underneath Beacon—something someone cannot obtain. Sir, the Fall Maiden… she's hidden underneath Beacon Academy." I slowly replied, pushing away Ozpin's cane. "Sir, I am not lying. I have no reason to. I did not arrive in a spaceship, but I just… popped up in Vale along with my uncle. I have no idea how I ended up here, nor do I know how to get back. I am stuck in a place that is on the brink of destruction."
"How did you? Qrow is the only one who knows about…" Ozpin's eyes seemed to widen a bit. "Ramses. Be very clear with me now. Is all of this, everything you have been telling me up to this point, true?"
I nodded. "It is, sir. I am stuck in here with knowledge that could benefit you and all others. But… I don't know what to do. I mean I want to go home as fast as possible. But I don't know where to start." I looked won at the floor before continuing. "I want to help, I really do. But I don't know how."
"In all honesty, Ramses, I am glad you told me to sit down." Ozpin chuckled, placing his hands behind his head. "This is quite a situation we're in. I suppose we should start at the beginning. What can you tell me about… well, the future?"
"That is another thing I wanted to address," I replied. "I already, or rather me and Freddy already changed the outcome of something. There as a food fight a few moments ago in the cafeteria. You and Ms. Goodwitch were supposed to arrive when it happened and Goodwitch would get all bitchy and you would tell her to calm down and that they're just children and some more sentimental bullshit. Sorry, wasn't real paying attention to that when watching that episode. But basically you had to save the day instead of me."
Ozpin slowly nodded, taking in the information. "Glynda indeed reported something along the lines of that. A food fight, yes."
"And had I known of this information before I would have gladly given them the detention they deserved."
I turned my head and my breathing stopped. There stood Ms. Goodwitch in all of her glory. Her hands pressed underneath her C-cupped sized breasts. Her long blonde hair—okay, got to focus of her eyes otherwise she's going to get suspicious.
"Glynda, I am glad you could wait outside the elevator. Good job being undetected, by the way." Ozpin said, smiling slightly at her. "Now that you are here we can discuss this matter." He said, turning his attention back to me. "What can you tell us?"
"I honestly don't know. I know this sounds farfetched but I can tell you everything… just… if I tell you I'm afraid worse things might happen. I'm afraid of causing a Butterfly effect." I replied. I took a step forward. "Sir, what do you suggest I do?"
Ozpin held his chin in thought. "Hm, the Butterfly effect. The scientific theory that a single occurrence, no matter how small, can change the course of the universe forever. This is indeed something to be worried about. I… need some time to think about this."
"Or we can do it another way." Goodwitch suddenly chimed in. "Four meet ups with one another each week. Should something major happen Mr. Ramses will tell it to us on the day it happens. That way we minimalize the way things might turn out differently."
"Wow, I guess not all blond people are stupid." I commented.
"You're blond yourself." Goodwitch retorted.
"I know, I'm a fucking retard." I replied, smirking. "Your turn."
Ozpin looked at Goodwitch, nodding his head. "It will be done. Now, this conversation is to stay between these walls… no one, and I mean no one may know about this—except for your uncle, of course."
"I understand, sir." I replied. Jesus this is some James Bond shit right here. Secret agent Pussy-destroyer is ready for action!
Shut up, it's a cool name.
It is…
Ah fuck you.
"Okay whose dick do I have to suck to-."
"Freddy!" I shouted, turning my head to the elevator. "You're not sucking anything tonight! I have a plan! A plan that does not include a gay bar, might I add!"
"Your plan sucks!" Freddy called out from the closed elevator doors.
"You suck!" I retorted.
"I know! Been doing it for twenty years!"
... That was not the retort I was hoping for.
"And now," Ozpin announced. "We wait and see what fate will bring us." He said, looking at me. "And you will be coming to my office four days a week, young man."
"Roger, roger." I sarcastically replied.
