My apologies for posting whatever that was the other day. Here is the official 3rd chapter.
Chapter III – A Wise Choice
"Good evening, my new associates. I am Professor Ozpin. It's a pleasure to meet you both." greeted the young professor.
The young man took a sip from his hot cup of coffee as he walked around his table and leaned against it. The two knights looked around the room. It had a new futuristic steampunk look to it. The man who stood before them wore a black tuxedo with green linings a green buttoned up vest underneath and shaded glass spectacles. His hair was a light gray showing his age, but he still looked very much young.
"You must be Mr. Wilhelm. And you must be Ms. Lindholm." the professor gestured to each of them.
"Yes, and you must be Ozpin if we're not mistaken." Brigitte responded.
"You are correct." he smiled as he took another sip from his coffee mug and placed it down on his desk.
"You said that you might be able to protect this realm of yours. Why is that?" Reinhardt asked.
"Well, currently the Vytal Festival is ongoing, and I sense that the academy has been infiltrated by forces stronger than my students are able to withstand the aftereffects if something were to go wrong." Ozpin walked towards the window that viewed over the entire campus.
"And how do you suggest we help with this possibility?"
"I will have both of you come in under the guise of gym teachers from another kingdom of this world. If the students are to ask questions like always, feel free to use whatever stories you come up with. I will first inform you about our world and how things work around here."
Ozpin continued speaking and informing the two about the world of Remnant, the monsters that inhabit it known as Grimm, and the kingdoms of Remnant.
Reinhardt was gently scratched his chin with a smirk growing on his face. Something Brigitte knew far too well meant he would cause some kind of trouble whether she liked it or not.
"Anything you need to be elaborated on?" asked Ozpin.
"Not at all, good sir. Your explanation was more than enough." Reinhardt stood up onto his feet.
Ozpin took note as his guest's height and was quite intrigued.
"If I may ask, how tall are you Mr. Wilhelm?"
"Last time I checked was about a month ago. I believe I am at least seven feet and four inches."
"Remarkable. Any way. I'll prepare the papers for your scheduled classes along with transfers papers from Shade Academy to Beacon. Elevator is behind you by the way."
"Thank you for the information Professor. We'll keep it in mind." Brigitte said as she elbowed Reinhardt's gut.
"Y-yes! Of course!" Reinhardt chuckled.
"Oh, one more thing!"
"Yes, professor?"
"I'd like for you two to dress appropriately for these classes. So, I would like you to put your weapons and armory in a locker."
Two large lockers rose from the floor on the left most wall and opened. Inside the lockers was neatly folded clothing and enough space for the armor and weapons the two bared. They investigated the clothing which was somehow accommodated for their size. It was almost like the professor knew what they fitting size was. Each set of clothing seemed to be custom made with certain colors. Reinhardt's clothing consisted of a silver tuxedo with gray highlights on the cufflinks and notch lapel along with the badge of an eagle and lion of the left chest area, dark gray pants and shoes. Light silver shoulder pads and arm plating hung off inside the left of his locker. They looked like they were made of dragon scales, something Reinhardt greatly approved of. Brigitte's apparel consisted of a dark yellow blazer, steel vambraces, a dark tan waist cape, a lion badge and black shoes with dark yellow vamps.
"Are they to your liking?" asked Ozpin
"Yes, a bit formal, but the fabric is very pleasing to touch." Reinhardt gently caressed his new suit as he answered.
"I never took you for a fashion critic." Brigitte teased.
"Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?"
The two laughed with each other at they take their leave from the professor's office. Once they disappear from his sight, Ozpin's gaze changes from welcoming to aggressively cautious. He turned his chair around to the window to look down at the campus. He shifted his attention to the Vytal arena that hovered nearby.
"Something is going to happen. And I will not be able to stop it." muttered Ozpin.
. . .
"Uncle! Fix your hair, it looks like a mess!" Brigitte pestered.
"Ah, its fine! You worry too much." Reinhardt responded.
The two were already dressed in uniforms and decided to explore the campus while they waited for more orders from Ozpin. Reinhardt looked around to see the place swarming with students. They must be switching classes right now since it's the afternoon.
"There sure are a lot of students here that want to become those huntsmen. All so they can fight those monsters and protect people." Brigitte mumbled.
"Yes. And I am sure there are some who are also only in it for the money. Whether their reasons are good or not is up to them." Reinhardt added.
"Let's get out of the way and over to the fountain there. I don't want us to seem suspicious."
The two wandered away from open area towards the fountain, passing by students and teachers alike who all gave their fair share of curious stares.
"So much for blending in." Brigitte muttered.
"The best way to blend in isn't to actually try and blend into a crowd but be one with it." said Reinhardt.
"Thats some flawed logic right there. It didn't even make sense."
Before either of them could carry on with their conversation, a blond boy ran into them and was knocked down on their behind.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there!" Brigitte quickly apologized.
"Like hell, you didn't see me. I might be late to class..." the boy's voice trailed off as he looked up at Brigitte who offered her hand to help him up. The blond quickly jumped to his feet and bowed repeatedly.
"I'm sorry for yelling. I should have watched where I was going. I need to get to class or I'll be late." He quickly zoomed away before either of them got a chance to say anything.
"What an interesting young lad that was." Reinhardt stroked his beard in curiosity.
"You're telling me." said Brigitte.
The two continued making their way to the fountain and sat down. They looked around to view the scenery of the school and were astonished by how big it could from below the tower. Not even the old Swedish headquarters was comparable to how big the school was.
"Such an interesting place. Only time will tell what this world has in store for us." Reinhardt rambled.
"Ahem! Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" alerted a voice.
Reinhardt changed his attention from the school to an elderly fellow with gray hair and a red suit. The most notable thing about his appearance was his abnormally large eyebrows.
"Be my guest. We are just visitors here after all under Ozpin's request."
"Visitors, hm? That's news to me. I was not informed of this. You must be careful of Ms. Goodwitch. She doesn't take kindly to sudden developments. Ah, my name is Port. Peter Port. And who may you two be?"
"Reinhardt Wilhelm. This here is my uh...assistant, Brigitte Lindholm. Are you a teacher here, Port?"
"Why yes I am. It's a treat to teach at this academy and the students love my stories of heroism and bravery!" Port exclaimed.
"Heroic stories you say? Please, professor. Do tell." Reinhardt said with enthusiasm.
"Ohhohohoho. I have many stories to tell! And let me tell you, I am a master of storytelling."
"Oh god, theres two of them." Brigitte thought to herself.
The two "storyteller masters" began to boast each other up with their stories of fighting. To Brigitte, it felt the two talked for hours. Each story after the other became a more exaggerated tale of what it was supposed to be. The Omnic War, the Fall of Eichenwalde, the fight against the Dragons and more followed by Port's stories against fighting incredible odds that seem too much for any normal person to handle. However, where they were and what has happened was far from normal.
The school bell rang out throughout the school, signaling the end of class for the day.
"My, my, classes are over for the day already? Time sure does fly by." Port chuckled.
"Indeed, it does! But tomorrow can be another day for more stories to come!" Reinhardt added.
"More stories, hm?" spoke a stern feminine voice.
The voice was Port jump up with fright, but Reinhardt and Brigitte didn't react so suddenly as they turned their attention to the direction of the voice.
"M-Ms. Goodwitch. You're looking swell today." said Port.
"Thank you, professor. But may I ask who you two are and why they are on school grounds?" Goodwitch pointed a large black rod at the two in question.
"Please, we mean no harm, ma'am." said Brigitte.
"I will be the judge of that. Answer my questions." demanded Goodwitch.
"Please, madam. Put down the weapon. We came here under Headmaster Ozpin's request. My name is Reinhardt Wilhelm. This is my assistant, Brigitte Lindholm. We are transferring from Shade Academy to Beacon, but we have arrived earlier than scheduled." Reinhardt carefully explained.
"A transfer of teachers? Why was I never told about this? For Monty sake. The headmaster never tells me anything." she grumbled.
"Well, that is because this is a special case. Even I was surprised that they arrived today. Good day to you, Professor Port. Looking exquisite as usual." Ozpin chimed in as he walked up to the group, binder in hand.
"Ah, thank you, Oz. You are looking mighty fine yourself." responded Port.
"Mr. Wilhelm, Ms. Lindholm, these are for you. You're IDs, paperwork and schedules have all been set up. May I officially welcome you to Beacon Academy." Ozpin said humbly.
"Ozpin! Must you always throw us out of the loop? I swear, I think you do what you do just to piss me off." scolded Goodwitch.
"Now now, Glynda. There's no need to take that tone with me. I was planning on telling you lot at tomorrow's meeting."
"There was going to be a meeting tomorrow?" Port asked confusingly.
"Did no one receive my letter of notice?" asked Ozpin.
"What letter of notice are you speaking of?" Goodwitch questioned.
"If you didn't get it, then I must have forgotten to send it out to everyone. They must still be in my office." muttered Ozpin.
"Well, anyways. It no use to continue to bicker with you, headmaster. Welcome to Beacon, Mr Wilhelm and Ms. Lindholm." Goodwitch sighed with defeat.
"We are honored to be here." Reinhardt grinned.