Ruby was scaring him right now. She wasn't angry. She didn't bring Crescent Rose out. She wasn't even scratching his ears. Instead, she was… Uh…

Ruby slammed her notebook down, the one filled with sketches of weapons, "WELL, I think the perfect weapon for you would be a-"

Wynion cut her off, "Ruby, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being so…?"

"What? This is your punishment."

"Uh, how?"

"Wellllll… I asked uncle Qrow about what to do when you don't think that the person you're punishing can't take the punishment that is required, and he said that I have to ease you in. Build up trust, have you get used to the pain, learn your role as beneath-"

"Ruby."

"Yes Wynnie?"

"How drunk was your uncle?"

"Eh, a bit more than usual. Why?" Wynion's ears twitched.

"... Nothing. You do remember that I have to steal in order to survive, right?"

"NOT ON THE DAYS WE MEET YOU DON'T!" Okay, she kind of did have a point, but he didn't want her to be responsible for everything. "And that's why you are going to train so that you CAN and WILL take the punishment that you deserve!"

Why is she so scary sometimes? At least it isn't a cookie rampage.

"Anyways… Like I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, I think the scythe would be the best fit for you."

"Why are you taking away my creative freedom?"

"Well, you alway go for stealing and taking stuff from me when we play, so you would do well with a weapon that can easily disarm people. So you can hook into people's weapons. It fits into your style, stealing things you really shouldn't."

"Okay! I got it!" he conceded. Jeez, Ruby was not letting up. "Wait, why are we designing a decent weapon for me?"

"YOU WANT A POORLY DESIGNED WEAPON?!" Ruby shouted incredulously, "BLASPHEMY, I SAY! BLASPHEMY!" She took out a tube of paper specially prepared for him, dubbed "The Shame Stick", and hit him on the head.

"ARGH! I'M SORRY!"

"We are going to make you a great weapon, one that fits you. Not some piece of garbage you can throw away and discard." Ruby reprimanded him, flipping to a page in her notebook. "Now come on! What do you think about this design?"

Later…

"So Speckles, you claim to be Ozpin, the great headmaster of Beacon Academy."

Somehow, the man who approached him yesterday had found him, again. He also offered a free dinner, again. And he knew meeting a weird man so much at this rate, he was on his way to getting captured by some traffickers, again (long story short, he managed to escape before they could sell him off). He didn't care though. The man had great taste in food.

"Speckles?" The man claiming to be Ozpin shook his head, "Yes, I am the headmaster of Beacon."

"Well, anyone can claim to be Ozpin, but can ya prove it?"

Speckles grinned, "I believe I can."

He took the boy- Wynion, to the top of his tower at Beacon.

"Woah." The boy stood by the window, amazed by the view. "I guess you really are Ozpin, Speckles… Heh, Ruby is going to be so mad she missed this."

"Ah, yes. Young miss Rose, how would you describe your relationship with her?" Ozpin sat at his desk, leaning forwards.

The wolf faunus was silent for a moment, as he soaked in the city of Vale from high above.

"What's your favorite fairy tale, Ozpin?"

"Excuse me?" He tensed a little. It couldn't be… "Why do you ask?"

"Meeting Ruby was like… Something just out of one of them," Ozpin relaxed, "You'll hear those stories. The ridiculous ones where it's all sunshine and rainbows. The ones which are too stupid to believe. Ruby was a fairy-tail way too stupid to believe."

The immortal headmaster raised an eyebrow at this, "What exactly do you mean?"

Wynion held a small smile, "She found me, she took pity on me, and she introduced me to things I never thought I would ever experience. Having a friend, fun, games… And she was there for me when times got tough. When my will wavered, she was there to help me. She's my hero, and... I look up to her a lot, not that I'll ever tell that to her."

Quiet dominated the office.

"So uh… Why do you talk to me anyways? What does someone like you want from me?" Wynion asked.

"What do you want to do when you get older?"

"Not starve ever again."

"Is that it?"

"... I don't know. Maybe... I don't know beyond that… Why?"

Ozpin went to the corner where his coffee machine and microwave was located.

"Would you like some coffee or hot chocolate?"

"I thought you only drank coffee." Ozpin grunted at that.

"Why does everyone think I must drink only one or the other? I am allowed to have both, aren't I?"

"I don't want either. Why are you asking me these questions?"

"What is a semblance?"

"Or you could just ignore me."

"The answers you seek are lay dormant in my question." Ozpin made himself some hot chocolate.

Wynion sighed, "Well, a semblance is the manifestation of a person, turned into a power. I think it's like aura."

"How would you say your's works?"

"I can exchange aura in the environment and from other people to steal stuff."

"Aura is the physical manifestation of the soul. Huntsmen use this in a multitude of ways, including for those who need it, to exchange it in return for the powers of their semblance. The difference between your so-called semblance and every other one is that semblances rely on the individual using it.

"And that's different how?"

"Even a person who say, requires energy to activate their semblance, must first absorb the energy to use it. You don't have to do that at all, because you could just take from others without needing to interact with that energy beyond directing it. Aside from all of that, you do not use the same energies semblances tend to use."

"Oookay. So, what do I have then?"

Ozpin gave him a gentle smile as he sipped from his hot chocolate, "I believe that we have talked enough today, I'll escort you to the docks."

"Ugh… You're so annoying," Wynion groaned, "But what about you?"

Ozpin furrowed his brow, "What about me?" He asked.

"What do you want to do? What's your end goal?"

Ozpin was a million miles away in his thoughts, "To fix my mistakes."

"You're boring, anticlimactic, and extremely cryptic."

He chuckled, "Yes, I suppose I am."

Yep, this is definitely an improvement to the previous version. I like it. If you haven't read my changes, it just starts from the previous chapter.

Old man Qrow really needs to lay off the booze, but what else is new?

Wynion around Ruby is a Wynion without a mask, which is why he is a bit more confident and aggressive here. Side note: He's also become far less hungry for the smallest bits of power and wealth over the years.