A different kind of madness
"This will be your room, for now." Goodwitch told D12735 then sternly eyed the boy all but challenging him. Dee entered the room pushing down on the bed. "A bit soft, but I would like to get used to it. Goodwitch slowly exhaled slightly frustrated. Then gave him the short tour. Four beds lined in a row, two desks, some shelving space and what looked like a coat closet. There were stamped out look alike lamps on an end tables by the beds. Two dressers on opposite walls. A rather sanitary place.
After, the two stood in silence, Goodwitch observed D12735 studying her. She found that uncomfortable, a child's eyes, showing deep maturity, cold, of one who claimed to be a veteran in a world so strange she couldn't, didn't want to understand it.
When Ironwood returned and arranged these, exploration devices, she had to believe, that suit alone was like nothing she had ever seen, it was partly armored, held an air tank and was lined with what Ironwood called body sensors. The cloth when she touched it felt soft, lustrous, yet would turn a knife blade.
She wanted to distract him so she asked. "I want to know. Why did you call me Good Witch of the East? If you are truly nearly forty years of age, that was childish and more then insulting."
He sighed unhappily before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "It has to do with children's stories." He made an arm motion towards the door. "You have Little red ridding hood hunted by the wolf, Sleeping beauty waiting for her prince to arrive, Beauty and the beast who's dark nature only she can cure and Goldie locks without the three bears. All in one team. Now theirs the tin man in need of a heart, and Oz." He made another motion towards the tower. His voice becoming melodramatic. "The great. The powerful. Wizard of Oz. Just pay no attention to the man behind the curtain you will find he's a pathetic old sod."
He sighed then eyed her for a moment before explaining. "Good Witch of the East helps Dorothy fight her sister the Wicked Witch, and protects her from spells and the animals she commands, I'm waiting to find the scare crow in need of a brain, and the cowardly lion in need of courage, or Toto a dog. Maybe the woods man, who saves snow white. You're all mirroring a book written hundreds of years ago called The brothers Grim. Fairy Tales. A book to be read to children at bed time."
Goodwitch watched D12735 for a bit hiding completely her reaction before saying good night and to await Ozpins summons. He bothered her by asking her if he would be allowed to eat.
"You are just being insulting, again, of course we will not starve you. Also to keep things clear. You are not hampered, we ask only that you not leave the academy grounds." Goodwitch left more then a little angry, or, as she thought about it a bit more truthfully, frustrated. She was used to dealing with adolescent students. Ironwood had this same effect on her she admitted.
Yet with Ozpin, that man, she knew what he was going to do. He loved mystery's like this. There would be no going to the authorities, even though they should, and what was worse. "A man in a child's body." Just saying it aloud made Professor Goodwitch cringe. "It sounded like someone's bad fan fiction." She ground out through teeth clamped tight at the thought.
After Goodwitch left D12735 spent some time searching the room, turning up the usual, hair ties, some miscellaneous small items, dust bunnies, two old brochures talking about the Academy, they were two years apart. One loose board near the corner wall, empty but a good place to hide something hand sized.
The bathroom he found was well stocked. D12735 undressed looking himself over in the full length door mirror. He still was himself, just younger, most of the scars seemed to be gone, even the one that moved was also gone, which was nice. That thing when it moved made him itchy, and would take his sight when it passed over his eyes.
One long shower later. The day for him was almost done. He stretched, getting the kinks out and aligning his bones before sleeping.
After morning exercising D12735 had just finished his shower and was getting ready for breakfast when someone knocked at the door.
Opening it he found RWBYs team standing outside. D12735 blinked at them waiting for instructions. Ruby looked slightly upset when she asked. "May we come in?" D12735 blinked anew before realizing what was going on.
"Yes, of course, sorry, I haven't had visitors, well, for a long time. Normally when the door opened they called out a number and say come with us." He watched them for a bit then pinched his nose furrowing his brows in frustration.
"Sorry, come in." Wow, he thought, socially awkward. To his eyes they spread out as one would for covering fire, a combat formation, he felt like sitting on the bed and awaiting for them to tell him why they were here. Instead he moved to the window.
Looking out across the campus he lazily watched the students walking below, getting ready for their day and wondered, perhaps here was, a new life? It seemed impossible. He had been with the SCP for so long, a prisoner for the deaths he had made. He knew therapy, had experienced it in full, but it was for combat, obedience, to deal with near death, and worse then death, and the big one was loyalty and all that, now he needed to learn to say. Hi, how are you? And want an answer from them. D12735 sighed before turning away from the window and sitting down on the bed. They watched with glancing eyes before D12735 spoke.
"Why were you sent here?" The one dressed in red squirmed while the others watched. "You are the leader?" He asked, a simple surprised reaction from her, an intake of breath. She was young he knew. Rubys head lifted, she looked like she wanted to answer but kept quiet. D12735 sighed talking aloud.
"So, someone sent you, told you not to say who, yet you want to do the right thing?" He leaned back on the bed fluffing a pillow under his ribs. "How'd I do?" He asked.
"You don't have to be, so, analytical about this." Weiss told him.
D12735 shifted an elbow then shrugged. "Your asking someone, who has been a prisoner even if on friendly terms for over twenty years, who almost daily worked with a military force as someone who is disposable. The mind goes dead, emotions whither, there is only the mission, purpose, good work, and quick wits makes for a longer life. So that said, I have a long way to go, before I understand fully, that here, in this world, I am independent, and completely free."
Yang and Blake rolled their eyes becoming annoyed. The white one held steady eyes studying him, and Ruby simply looked upset. Standing D12735 headed for the door, left the room heading for breakfast. To him this was useless, they didn't want to be here, and yet someone had convinced them they would or could help, a pointless thing, thinking one could change years of habits, of living. To try and do that overnight is just moronic.
In D12735s room the four watched the open door hearing his footsteps fading in the hallway. "Well, that, just happened." Yang quietly said.
Weiss shook her head completely disturbed. "How are we going to deal with him?" Waving her arm where D12735 left. "Were suppose to help? That?" Standing she made her choice. "I would like the benefits offered, but we are not professional trauma experts. That is the kind of help he needs." She sighed a bit frustrated. "We simply don't have that knowledge." Blake nodded in agreement adding her thoughts.
"Does anyone? We may as well be dealing with an intelligent grim. Think about this, grim ignored him, twice, if his story is true. That is more then being without fear, it is without emotion." Blake stressed. "When he found Yang and myself, watching us fight I believe based on his reactions to Yangs semblance at medical, that he was surprised. So having emotion, the grim attacked him."
"He's a psycho. Nothings worth this. That speech? A what, pity me? Or just him stating the facts? Ya, that'll tickle your brain." Yang lifted her arms in a wtf shrug. "Now the little psychosocial just takes off, it was uncomfortable enough just standing at the door, now were sitting here in someone else's empty room."
"Yes." Ruby stood smoothing out her skirt. "Lets go, tell Goodwitch things didn't work out."
"Well, I'm not tracking her down." Yang told her. "Breakfast first, then tell her at combat class." As the others agreed as they headed out, closing the door behind them.
"Oh, ya, this is fun times for all." Yang declared in a yangry flippant way. Entering the cafeteria. D12735 was at the far end. Four empty tables around him eating completely alone. Several school handouts spread out on the table. "Yang." Ruby moaned. "Stop being angry at him. He'll say he's sorry for hurting you when he can." Yang snorted in a ya right before getting in line.
"Aannd, there she goes." Weiss said disheartened. Then she fallowed Ruby who was talking to D12735, asking him if he wanted company. As Ruby sat down she didn't look too comfortable until Weiss showed up. Then Ruby perked up. Weiss eyed the pamphlets D12735 was reading. His quick eyes noticing her unspoken questions.
"I'm just running a quick reconnaissance. This world writing system is the same as one I know, which is surprising, as mine has over six major languages and well over one hundred of various other and sub kinds. So I can read, which is a plus." Lifting up a pamphlet he faced the front cover to Weiss. "Dust. Is what you call these crystals, and the world is called Remnant. The creatures your trained to fight are called Grimm." He seemed to Weiss pleased with himself.
After that, he said no more. Just kept looking over the pamphlets while eating until finished. "I'm going to the library, so you can inform my handler of my location." Was the last thing he said before turning in his tray and leaving.
Weiss sighed. "He is just too observant. He could tell what I wanted to know, at a glance." She shook her head concentrating on her food as if that could drive away the unease she was feeling. After eating the classes started and team RWBY forgot D12735 until study time.
Blake was the first one in the library, stopping abruptly to take in the scene. "He, took over a desk?" she asked disbelievingly. D12735 looked more like he was building fortifications, easily twenty books were piled around him, four were opened and a computer. He had somehow gotten a notebook and seemed half way through it. He didn't look up, just raised his hand in greeting.
As they approached D12735 whispered. "I hope Goodwitch was not too upset with you? Her task she gave you all was well meaning but shortsighted."
"Ya." Ruby admitted, poking two fingers against each other. "She was a bit upset, but she means well." She seemed encouraged when D12735 nodded his head still not looking up. "Well, I need to study, Weiss will scold me if I don't catch up on dust compounds."
"Wait." D12735 asked. Rummaging into one of his stacks he pulled out and handed her a book. "Teleafs Three Dust Constants, I found simple with exciting applications." He still hadn't looked up as he read. Ruby took the book like it may bite her before thanking him and shifted down a table before opening it.
Yang had meandered away looking in the combat section. Blake sat across from Ruby and Weiss had already set up for her study period.
The afternoon dragged on. The team left for dinner D12735 stayed reading until the library closed.
Goodwitch found him in one of the parks sitting on a bench watching the view of Vale as dusk set in.
Standing still Goodwitch watched D12735 for a bit before walking towards him. "You have information?" He asked her. After a few moments he sighed motioning to the bench, inviting her to sit. As she sat down D12735 asked once more. "You have news?"
"First, you are to address me as professor, or professor Goodwitch." D12735 nodded saying nothing. Goodwitch watched for a moment before asking. "Why must you be so difficult?"
"I'm in a twisted fairy tale and rather angry that this place may be magnetic ink." Then he sighed before shrugging saying. "Don't worry, thinking about this. It leads to congitohazards. Then he looked her in the eye. "I take it. Professor. The head of Beacon has somehow integrated me into this society and or Academy?" D12735 saw her lips press into a line and he nodded his head.
"Isaac." Goodwitch looked confused for a moment. "I wish to be called Isaac. Isaac Able Cain. In memory of my old world, they are incredibly intelligent and capable men, one killed his relative." He seemed to have said all he wanted to say and started watching the city off in the distance.
"Not yet." Goodwitch explained. "I have limits to whom I allow into this school. You are until proven otherwise a danger to my students, of them all, you, have deliberately committed murder." He nodded as if he understood. "Where they may fall." He told her.
Taking a breath D12735 started to tell his story. "I am going to be blunt, so you'll forgive if I don't go into detail. If that does not satisfy as a condition let me know now, and I will leave." When she said nothing he dove in. "My uncle enjoys children, sex with them, is, satisfying to him, he is a bit of a sadist and I have the scars to prove it. My parents sadly were the worst combination. A drunk who had suffered a massive concussion and a mother, an X farmer from the mid north, who was more interested in partying in the big city and getting laid than bathing her children." He watched Goodwitch for a bit before adding. "I caught ring worm from being filthy, and then a tape worm from eating garbage before I was seven."
"I was raped at age three, a prostitute at five. A part of a sex ring until I turned fourteen. One year my uncle held a dungeon party. Thirty adults total with the same tastes as him. fifteen children as party favors. My uncle liked to hunt and also believed in home protection, he had a lot of weapons.
I killed all the adults and seven of the children. The others had been killed by some of the more vicious animals at that party. Of the remaining, two who begged me to kill them, one a suicide, whose death I claimed so he could be buried on protected ground, the others were all but gone. I gut shot my uncle, killed the rest, and then took my time killing my uncle. I was judged and convicted as an adult, given a life sentence without parole. The SCP took me as per our laws. Gave me back my life, and gave me a purpose. The holding facility I was sentenced to after orientation specialized in shifting or dimensional rifts and had a one year program, after which, if you were still alive they considered it time served, I opted to stay, it did not relive me of D class status, but I was allowed more freedom in the containment base."
He stood his intent to leave. "Let me know sometime this week what your answer is." He paused as if remembering. "Oh, yes, I don't think I told any up in that tower. SCP stands for Secure Contain Protect." Isaac left her as dusk turned to darkness.
Remnant a different kind of crazyQrow, Goodwitch and Ozpin looked up as Ironwood entered the headmasters main office. "Sorry I'm late, you would not believe what were finding in.." He stopped in mid excuse seeing their concerned expressions. "What happened?" He asked approaching.
"I believe." Began Ozpin. "Our guest seems to know much more then we thought." He nodded to Goodwitch.
Standing the professor paced a bit before looking Ironwood in the eye. "He called Ozpin a wizard." Ironwood glanced confused at Ozpin then back to Goodwitch.
Qrow made a grunt adding his two bits. "Wait tell ya hear how the kid tagged all of us, including Salem." Then he took a large swallow from his flask.
"Is this, a joke?" Asked Ironwood. "How can he? What we found, so far is this equipment tho crude in making has some of the most sophisticated sensors ever seen. That suit of his has every non dust protection you could cram into it, including a led lining. Lastly, the blood samples show he is not a Faunas, nor truly human. He is not from our world." Ironwood stressed.
Goodwitch nodded taking a breath. "It would appear in his world we are stories he knows, we are to him living fables. He called these stories The brothers Grim, Fairy Tails written hundreds of years ago in his world time. Worse, he knows Ozpin and Salem can use magic, calling her the wicked witch of the west, pointing out that she controls magic and beasts. I have no idea who this Dorothy may be." Ironwood frowned. Goodwitch looked stressed, more so then normal.
Qrow chucked laying his head back to see Ironwood. "Should have heard Goodwitch talking about me, I'm the scarecrow in need of a brain, then there's Lionheart in need of courage, you? You're the Tin man in need of a heart, he wants or says there's also a woods man and a dog." He took a drink. "Then Oz here? What were the words?" Qrow asked Goodwitch.
Sighing Goodwitch explained. "The exact words were. The great. The powerful wizard of Oz. Just pay no attention to the man behind the curtain for he is a sorry old sod." Ozpin looked down and physically sagged in his chair with a long exhale.
"Does he truly know? Asked Ironwood. "Or is this just similarities? What we found shows a lot of near issues, the iron is slightly off in the molecular, and the equipment is beyond us by decades compared with our technology. Yet the components to make them are crude at best."
"Makes sense." Qrow nodded recalling the recording made as he was waving his flask at Ironwood. "He talked about ghosts, right? I'm betting that thing can detect em, and whatever else they took an interest in."
"He needs to be removed." Goodwitch stressed. "Just his proximity to us and his knowledge of this book places him uncomfortably close to our situation. Weiss Schnee from team RWBY informed me of his observation skills, which are robust. I made time and have seen him in study. He is it seems capable of multitasking in whatever research he is engaged in."
"Hold on now." Ironwood said a bit anxious. "This equipment represents major breakthroughs, and that kids enzymes some think will point the way to powerful antibiotics."
"Were not talking about killing the kid." Qrow drooled. "Anyone living through what he did needs a chance. I think, I know someone who can take him in, keeping him far enough away so as not to interfere, and yet close enough to have him at hand, if we need him."
Ironwood pressed a thumb to his forehead kneading a tense muscle before asking. "Ozpin? What do you want to do with this situation?"
Ozpin kept looking down for a time before he voiced his opinion. "He is too young, to uneducated for our world, he needs to learn first, and then maybe, we can decide what to do with him. Ironwood, I'm sure you and Isaac as he calls himself will come to a compromise, or understanding, concerning this equipment. Until then it would be best to not estrange him." Ironwood gave a small smile and nodded his head.
For the next two days Isaac was left to his own devices. The students were friendly, mostly, some would eye him as if wishing they had an excuse to harm. He kept away from them, leaving when they approached. Others would become uncomfortable after talking a short time. He learned of the faunas, studied the history and watched the news, trying to learn about this new world.
The grim:
To him it was like a containment breach, K class, so many types of grim about, controlling almost all the lands of Remnant, not to say for a lack of trying to remove them. People depended, in Anaima at least, for a group called hunters to protect and eliminate these creatures.
The history of grim, there origins quickly devolved into lore, myth, and legend.
Hostile creatures, air, ground, and water. They were beyond a keter class, more a Cognito or Kognito. The techs were still debating the spelling. The people of Remnant said they were created by the gods.
The gods:
Creation and destruction after that it seemed someone had intentionally removed or destroyed any accurate information concerning the worship of them. Information concerning the two was almost always found in storybook form, a few others were only myth, or folklore.
Dust the history of:
It started off as a pagan worship, a gift from the earth mother, not the gods to fight the grim, grim were created by the god of destruction, they were the manifestation of death. As the people of Remnant grew and advanced Dust became a tool. The religious and generational development guided how these crystals were used, in everything.
Isaac didn't find one nuclear power plant or even the mathematical study of it. No petrol engines, no electrical power generating dams, wind, solar or fusion. It all ran on dust.
The crystals were mined, by hand to keep their quality. Dust was cut, shaped, some powered and mixed. Mostly used for day to day living. There was some jewelry and artistic business. It could be infused into clothing and items carried. Wind dust infused into shoes allowed for movement in speeds that seemed to be above that of lighting.
Aura:
The energy of the soul: Viewed as locked, Unlocked, or no aura.
Semblance:
The manifestation of ones souls power.
Weapons:
Any style, type and lethality, powered by or made with Dust. Somehow the technology had fused external weapons with aura. The idea was abstract. A kind of. It just works mentality.
Isaac sat in on a combat class, seated next to the door. It seemed semblance could manifest in any form. To him it was mater bending at best, reality bending at worst. Aura could enhance all attributes of the body save it seemed sight and hearing. Goodwitch seemed to be in charge of these classes despite being second only to Ozpin.
Academy:
There were four grades of study. Each grade was cut into four semesters, each had down time of two weeks, a vacation of sorts, between each semester. Upon completion of the classes they became professional hunters. Isaac learned one could apply, depending on the five nations for a hunters license by being a senior in the mid academe's and passing what seemed to be a simple test.
Attending an approved school and then an academy would net one higher pay, more leeway, free travel and the like. Hunters schools started at age 13. Preschool hunters at 9 years of age. Isaac was a bit stunned by that. It was more conditioning then schooling to him. They did study all the three R's but the focus was combat, killing grim. They charged the parents as one would a private school, unless the parents were also a hunter or huntress. Isaac read that twice, a breeding program? He wondered when the master race would rise and take there due. Or was the attrition so high hardly any lived past 30? Academy's were financed by the reign they were in, basically a public school.
There were heavy checks and balances, any hunter with aura unlocked attacking or harming a locked or no aura person would be heavily fined. Anyone trained using aura, or semblance for a crime that resulted in a death was a life sentence, most were given the death penalty.
Jobs, there were as many as one would have in any world. The pay was interesting. Lien, one hundred seemed to be a dollar. Dishwashers and the like seemed to be the lowest. Cleaners seemed to be next. Fallowed by lawn tenders and car parkers, miners? That seemed a bit off as it was a dangerous job. At the mid range employment seemed to be vendors and manufactures, ones who ran machinery of a complex nature, blue collar workers. Dust cutters and the like.
Isaac wondered what the results would be as he typed in his experiences into the job data search, keeping away from catch words like dimension travel or, well, maybe monster hunter could work, save that was more on site location, inspection of anomalies. When he marked the aura locked section. The next pages became inaccessible. There was a wealth of security jobs, a few exceptions and of course, private security. Most paid a livable wage, provided you had roommates and budgeted with care.
It was an interesting exercise. Being physically around 10-12 Isaac had no illusions, there would be no one who would hire him. As he let this information settle he caught site of Goodwitch passing the doorway to the library.
He had lost sight of circumstance long ago and believed fully nothing happened in reality for no reason.
His conversation with a god, or a powerful creature had helped him to find a kind of peace with his life, knowing that in all the places all realities were somehow connected, even if it wasn't the same god. He also found fear, knowing there were creatures who lived before or with this god, outside and uncontrolled by it. The one he knew, SPC-343 had said when he fell, he would be there to catch him. Isaac smiled remembering, that simple act of kindness had taken all mortal fear from him.
Isaac chuckled switching mental gears and held back his smile. "Lets see how you handle this." He thought. He started looking up orphanages. "This is going to freak out the administration." It didn't take long for a reaction. He was starting to fill out an application when Ruby entered the library. Keeping his head down he watched as Ruby looked about, spotted Isaac and made a beeline to him.
Isaac looked up as she came close. "Hi Ruby. What does Goodwitch want?" The young girl stopped dead in her tracks. Stared, gulped and stammered as she answered. "I'm going to the bad place for this." Isaac thought knowing this was rather cruel to Ruby.
"Um, well she wanted me to offer, well, bring you to.. unlock your aura." Ruby gushed then fidgeted clearly she felt uncomfortable with this whole situation.
Isaac had read the rite, a kind of coming of age, with some, a ritual and bonding with others. "Ruby? Why? Anima teaches this is a kind of bonding, why does she want you? Your team, Yang would rather punch me then talk to me. Blake acts like I'm some kind of traitor. Weiss just stares."
"Does Goodwitch understand this? Doing this is going to cause discord in your team. Or is she concerned I will take the orphanage option rather then stay in there world?"
He turned the screen so Ruby could see what he had been doing.
"Oh." Squeaked out of her as she read the application. Standing Isaac gathered his books. It seemed, he had to admit, and it was kind of sad. This place was not SCP nor did they understand what a D class is.
They didn't want you to try and put your books back on the shelves so he placed the books on a return cart.
Without asking Ruby helped him carry what he had not. She did stuff like this as others would breathe. When he first saw her doing the helping hand act he thought her simple. He wasn't so sure now. "Oh, ya, Ruby, I took the name Isaac. It's from my world."
Last thing he wrote in the computer before turning it off was. "Stop messing with good students, it's demeaning." Then logged out. "Let them figger out who I'm taking about."
It was after classes Isaac noted, he had been so deep in study's the day had flown by. Ruby was making nervous attempts at banter as they moved to one of the training buildings. He tried to help, to talk to her, but he had the personality of a dead three day old sun baked fish at a banquet. Soon they walked in silence.
The building was made for students to practice their combat skills. Empty for now, each step echoed on the stone. Ruby led him down to the pit and seemed to be readying herself. Isaac sighed unsure how to proceed.
"Ruby." Isaac again sighed, this was so difficult. "I as you know am not good, and may never be good, socially, interacting with people. So as best as I can say, I want you to know, I am grateful for your efforts."
Ruby stared, held back a laugh making it sound like a cough then covered her mouth with each hand. She smiled with her eyes muted laughter coming from her. When she finely regained herself control she nodded. "I know, and it's ok."
She placed her hand on Isaacs chest. He didn't pay much attention to the words, they were just part of the rite. That had power over only the ones who wanted it to. What was important was Rubys aura. He could see it, entering him flooding and warm, ending with an electrical surge that made his view turn white, blocking out the world.
As his sight returned Isaac could see Ruby had stepped back a few feet and was watching. Smiling with that smile of hers. To Isaac it was like having been sick for a long time then waking up filled with health, energy, in the simplest of thoughts. Hands glowing he could see it covered his arms and torso, his body. Slowly fading back into his skin.
Isaac closed his eyes hearing the Gagoring chant in his mind, feeling as the guttural Ommom spread. He mentally had it move about. He pushed out spiritually then pulled in feeling his aura as a tight shirt around him then relaxed. "Nice."
Ruby again giggled it had been a nice light show for her. "Well, I guess we did that right, ready for some combat training?" Isaac nodded. He didn't expect much and knew his semblance would come later, it was just puzzling what laws here would allow someone outside there reality to, in a sense, become one of them. Or was this something any world could do? On the other hand, with dust infusing everything, just this world?
Rubys instructions to him were, well, new. She was good at teaching him how to move adding aura to do it, but it took explaining how to do it in quite a few different ways before Isaac understood what was wanted. Night came before they knew it and it was time to stop for the day.
"How come I'm sweating? The soul is nonphysical." Ruby blinked. "What? Don't be silly, your using aura in the um, physical, and there different strengths too."
"Ok, now I know how 221 felt." Isaac harrumphed. "Who?" There was just no way not to answer Rubys question.
"A little sentient robot, with attitude, a kill all humans attitude, but really dumb. We played so many jokes on it." Rubys eyes lit up. "You're talking about your world? What did it do, um what did you do?"
"Ga, so much, it gets boring sometimes between missions and classes. With 221 if you told it you were human it would attack you." He saw the shock on Rubys face. "No, not like that, it was small, about six inches tall with no weapons, it couldn't hurt you if it tried, and it did. We set up a mike once on a plant. Started talking to it, pretending to be the plant, and when it asked if the plant was human we said yes. It went into attack mode, but the robot couldn't even reach a leaf." Ruby was giggling now, not even trying to hide it anymore.
Isaac made a stiff walking motion. "You will fall in terror to the king of death, perish to my pinching limbs, your leafs are mine." Isaac sighed smiling. "Then it fell over, crying out for help, but refusing help from a human."
"No way!" Ruby lightly pushed Isaac. "Nothings that dumb." He shrugged stepping back in line. "What can I say, it was, and we were bored. There was a bunch of stuff like that contained, just weird things, and mostly harmless. Items like that used to be sold to the general public, well until a harmless SCP mutated and wiped out part of a seaboard. I mean who knew it would go full kraken only when the moon was full at high tide and the coral was breeding, but some of it's nice, like the ever full pizza box. The higher ups would rotate stuff like that around the containment sights. The best one was the vending machine, the perfect cup, of whatever you wanted."
They were entering the dorms when Ruby more stated then asked. "So, this 221? Do you think I'm telling you lies to have some fun at your expense?"
"Um, nooo. 221 was confused, a lot. That's how I feel." Isaac told her. "Well, this is my floor, so, thanks, goodnight, and good dreams." He headed off for his room. Ruby standing there a bit confused at the abruptness. "Ya, um good night to you too." She shook her head and headed up to her floor.
"Hiya Roobs!" Call out Yang as she bounced up to her. "You get that mini psychos aura going?" When she nodded. Yang smiled a vicious smile. "Good I can't wait to give him a proper beat down." She smacked her hands together emphasizing her intent. Ruby shook her head disappointed, heading for a desk to get some work done for her morning dust class.
Weiss spoke up next as she walked over to sit in the chair next to Ruby. "How did the training go?" Ruby saw the concern on her face and knew she wouldn't stop asking until answered so she sighed put her pen down facing Weiss.
"It went good, his aura will be stronger then mine. He, did well, once he understood what I wanted him to do, he has some really strange ideas about aura, well, it was a good training session." She glanced at Yang unsure how to say the next part, even Blake was looking up from her book. Ruby exhaled with a groan.
"I,, I went past his aura a few times, cut him once, really good. He didn't make a sound and kept going. I had to make him stop so he could heal." She looked at her older sister. "I think, sis, if you go after him like some revenge thing is going on, I think he wouldn't fight back, he'd let you hurt him, like bad. He knows, don't ask me how, but he does." Ruby turned to fully face her team her voice sounding stressed.
"When I came to him in the library, he knew Goodwitch sent me and I think why. It's creepy." Blake had put her book down and moved to sitting on the edge of her bed. "How?" She asked quietly.
"He was applying for admission to an orphanage, he showed it to me! It was half filled out." Weiss kind of exhaled with relief. Then shrugged in annoyance at her team which by there stares goaded her on. "Well, it's good there monitoring him, and it makes sense. You can't deny that half the school thinks he's strange and he has no family, so an orphanage would be good for him." The three continued to stare quietly.
"What?" Weiss asked. She was getting annoyed at the way they just stared at her and went completely aggressive defensive. "Do any of you want him around?" She nodded vindicated as they averted their eyes, well, all save Ruby. But then she would take in homeless if they let her.
"I know one thing, not all the stuff he's run into is bad, and some of it's funny." Ruby sighed not wanting to study but. "Ok I need to finish my homework." Ruby told them. "If I don't get this right I'll mess up dust manufacturing class."