It took a few days of travel before Amber and the god who healed her to reach an outlying village. Like any standard village that she had seen during her travels in solitude, it had a main hall which she assumed some terminals which could be used to contact a nearby Kingdom; in this case, Vale. The people looked at the god and in extension, her, with strange looks. She couldn't fault them; two strangers came to their village, wearing purple and white robes, it was already expected that they're bound to gain attention.
Their presence also elicited a reaction from the village, some people distanced themselves, families brought their children closer but didn't stop them from playing with their childhood friends. Some reactions were more prominent, people closing the doors and peeking from their closed blinds, to the unfortunate poor, they hugged the corners of houses as a means of cover while at the same time function as a place where they could observe from a distance. Other than that, the village functioned like its name, people are still mingling around, minding their own business.
Amber gave out a sigh, an expression she knew would be more familiar with her as the day progresses. She wanted to show them that she meant no harm but at the same time, she had a feeling that because of the god beside her, it would make them cautious. Another reason why she avoided meeting with the locals is because of the god's random attitude; sometimes he's making sense while sometimes he doesn't. It's not like she could complain to the god too, he had saved her from what she could be certain of was death and she still hadn't repented from her initial sin of mocking him. The best thing she could hope for was for the locals to approach them and start interactions.
They had crossed the street which led to the main hall of the village, oaken doors greeted them. Amber was the first one to enter, the god following close. The room that they're currently in was the reception. To the left of them were a line of chairs with people sitting on them and to the right was a reception desk with what she assumed was the secretary of the mayor of the village tending to said desk. Amber walked up to the reception desk, the receptionist was typing away at her terminal but stopped when she noticed Amber; she lowered her rimless glasses and asked.
"Can I help you?" She asked with a bored and monotone tone.
The Fall Maiden could tell that this person didn't want to do anything with her, so she decided that she'd get it over with. "I'd like to use the terminal, contacting a friend,"
The receptionist stared at her for another second before giving out a tired sigh and continued typing. "We only have two terminals and the second is undergoing repairs," the receptionist printed out a small paper with a number. "Wait for your number before you can go. You can only call for thirty minutes,"
Amber gave the receptionist a nod and a thanks before leaving the desk. She and the god walked towards the end of the line where there was a single chair. She looked to her travel companion; she didn't need to ask him as he started walking away from her. She assumed that he doesn't need to be with her to call Ozpin. She faced the lone chair and sat down. Looking to the desk, the receptionist reached to her left and pressed a button. The P.A. system in the room woke up and the receptionist's dull and monotone voice chimed in.
"102, 102,"
Amber looked at the paper which contained her number. 127. She gave a sigh before leaning back and closing her eyes, perhaps a quick nap would pass the time…
"…27, 127,"
Amber awoke from her quick nap. Wondering what time, it was, she looked around the room for a clock. She found one posted on the wall just under the receptionist's desk.
6:48 PM
Two hours. She shook her head before standing up from her seat, entering the terminal room, she found a man just finishing up his conversation.
"-and he was all like, 'I REJECT MY HUMANITY, JOJO!'. It's really stupid- oh my time is up?" the man stood up, logged out of his account from the terminal and waved Amber goodbye.
Amber quirked an eyebrow, wondering for a second what kind of conversation that man was having. She sat on the chair in front of the terminal. The first screen that she saw was a phone icon. She grabbed the ball to her right which acted at the mouse and clicked on it by pressing on said ball. The screen turned black for a moment before it came up again, revealing a woman wearing a headset.
"Operator, how may I help you?" the person behind the screen asked.
"I would like to contact Professor Ozpin of Beacon Academy," she said.
The operator took a moment before speaking again, "This contact is under restriction, do you have the right credentials to contact him?"
"Right, credentials… one of his guys told me this… if I could just remember what it was- ah!"
"'What's your favourite fairy tale?'" she asked the operator.
The person behind the screen widened her eyes before telling Amber to hold. The screen was put on black once more before lighting up, this time the person behind the screen was a familiar face. He had a look of relief when he saw her face, but she could tell that he was still concerned since he could clearly see a burn scar on her right eye. Beside him was the deputy mistress of the academy; the look of relief was also on her face.
"Amber, you're alright," Ozpin said.
"Still breathing, sir," she said.
Ozpin nodded. He brought his elbows on the desk and steepled his fingers, "Qrow, a friend of mine, had reported about your situation and the new friend that you made, I am glad to know that he's on our side,"
Amber winced at the mention of the god, Ozpin didn't miss this. "Is something wrong?"
"My relationship with that… person… is a little dicey,"
"How so?" Ozpin asked.
Amber took a moment before sighing loudly, "I suppose I'll explain what I mean by starting at the very beginning,"
Amber then recounted her entire encounter with him. She told him of how the god knew magic, she told him the god's unbelievable age and how the god backed it up by making the Relics right in front of her eyes, she didn't talk about the god's attitude since that wasn't really necessary. When Ozpin and Glynda heard that this person had manage to craft the Relics, they had thought that she was simply suffering from some kind of hallucination but at the same time, they knew just from her facial features that she wasn't lying. Hence, they decided to hold off their judgement and wait until they see the person in particular on the flesh.
"These things that you're telling me are certainly interesting, unfortunately, I cannot accept them at face value. I will send Qrow there to pick you up along with our 'godly' friend," Ozpin said.
Amber gave out a thank you before the call ended. When she left the terminal room, she noticed something was off; the room was entirely empty, not even the receptionist was in the building, chairs were scattered and some where knocked down, making it look like the people waiting before here left in a hurry. She didn't hear this scuffle since the terminal room was muffled so that any conversation was kept to themselves and the person that she was talking to.
She walked towards the exit, avoiding the scattered chairs along the way until she reached the door. Upon opening, she spotted a random male civilian running across the street, she didn't need to know how his condition was; it was written all over on his face, a look of pure panic. She wondered what made the man so distressed and the universe itself answered when a titanic eyeball flew by with smaller versions of it following the mother eye.
That was when chaos ensued.
A/N: Where does wind come from? It's air that moves… how does air move? Who am I? Why are we here? Who created us? I'm out of tacos… I'm getting a new batch :D
