I had to get some tooth fillings. I still can't feel or move my upper lip and nose at the time of this going up.

Samma was sitting at the kitchen table, illuminated by the afternoon sun, while they did some more in depth research into the possibility of a One residing on Remnant. Due to the significantly lower amount of information intake from before, there was little fear of being rendered unconscious by the experience. This time, however, SAM was intruding on private databases, breaking through the security with varying amounts of difficulty. Some were extremely rudimentary, but others would take hours to break through. One such database was that of one Headmaster Ozpin, last name unknown.

He had been cited as a highly influential figure within Vale by multiple online sources, and so they deduced that he would undoubtedly have access to any information they were searching for. Unfortunately, his security was proving to be the best in the city, perhaps even all of Remnant. SAM would be able to break through, it was only a matter of time, but that time was estimated to be a full two days of constant work, and during that time SAM would be totally unavailable to her in any way. Even his voice was absent, leaving her totally alone. This must have been what he felt while she had been unconscious and in the hospital.

This left her vulnerable, and she would have remained hidden in the house for the remaining day, as he started this process in the early morning, were it not for her need of food. She would have to acquire some in some way, but since she was wanted by the local authorities, she would have to be discreet about it. She knew about a grocery store nearby that would be able to provide her with food, but she could not risk being recognized by anyone in there during the day. So, she elected to sneak in at night and steal some. She would only take enough to feed herself, and she doubted the food would be sorely missed.

She waited in the house until night had fallen before sneaking out, grabbing a knife from the kitchen for self defence, a backpack from one of the bedrooms for extra storage, and pulling her hood up to conceal her face. She exited through the backdoor, as there was a fairly busy road in front of the house. She slunk through the alleys, careful to not be spotted, and she soon exited out into the employee parking of the store. The building was large, and she was sure someone would have been careless and left a window unlocked.

She tested the back door, and wasn't surprised to find it locked. She noticed the door was locked with an electronic lock, sporting both a keyhole and a keypad. She furrowed her brow, realizing SAM would make this very easy, but she moved on from it quickly. She looked up at the high windows and noticed one was open a bit, the gap just big enough for her to slip her hands through. If she could hang from there, she could push the window fully open and climb inside.

She backed up to give herself a running start, but stopped when she heard the distinct flutter of wings. She looked toward the noise and saw a crow perched atop a street lamp whose light had burnt out. She could sense great curiosity within it, but that was typical of most crows. They stared at each other for a moment before Emma snapped out of it and looked back toward the window. She began sprinting towards it and jumped up, latching onto the windowsill. She hoisted herself up and pushed the window inwards, giving her more room. She sat on the sill and looked down, and saw nothing but the hard marble floor with nothing to break her fall. Knowing there was no other way, she held her breath and fell down. Upon hitting the ground, she heard a pop from her ankle and her legs gave out, causing her knees to hit the floor. She hissed in barely contained pain as she lay on her side, clutching her ankle. After a minute, she lifted her pant leg and saw the damage. It didn't look sprained, but it would hurt to put pressure on it for a while. She stood up, being forced to limp slightly as she walked, and looked around. She was in a cargo unloading area, but she needed to be in the aisles.

She didn't pay attention to what was around her as she made her way to the aisles. She eventually found a food aisle and began taking snacks, though her hurt ankle was slowing her down. She grabbed whatever would be enough for her to last and put them in her bag. They ranged from fruits and vegetables to pastries to even a few bags of chips. As she was debating whether or not to take some bottles of pain medication with her, she heard a slight noise to her left, causing her to whip around in that direction, draw her knife and point it at whoever was there. Leaning against one of the shelves was an older looking man, with slightly greying hair and an even slighter stubble. The weapon strapped to his lower back confirmed his status as a Huntsman. But what was curious about him was that she didn't detect any hostile intent, only that same curiosity from the crow outside. She put two and two together and realized she had to be more careful.

"And what are you doing here so late?" He asked, a slight playfulness in his voice.

"I only need food, sir." She said, but his brow furrowed at that.

"Just you? Where's your buddy you alluded to while you were chatting with Officer Owens?" He asked, his curiosity growing.

"He isn't here right now." She responded simply.

"Oh yeah? And where is he?" He looked over his shoulder, unsure if this was a trap, but from what Ozpin had told him about her, it was probably more complex than that.

"What do you want? If you intend to take me to the police, then I will resist." She knew there wasn't much she could do with her knife, but if she could make skin on skin contact with him, she could instantly end the fight. He chuckled.

"Relax, I'm not here to bring you in. Someone just wants me to bring you to him so he can have a chat with you, that's all." She couldn't sense any deceit on him, and that combined with his lack of hostile intent led her to believe he didn't wish her any harm. The person he wanted her to meet, on the other hand, was an entirely different story.

"I sense you're telling the truth, so I'll go with you. But I'm still wary of whoever it is you want me to meet." She put her knife away, but winced when she tried to take a step forward, causing him to look at her with concern.

"Don't worry, it will heal on its own." She brushed it off, but he wasn't so easily dissuaded.

"Yeah, but it'll slow us down." He jerked his head towards a nearby chair. "Sit down. I'll heal it with my Aura." She nodded before limping over and taking a seat. He kneeled down in front of her and placed his hands around the wounded limb. A glow began to emanate from his palms and the pain subsided almost immediately. After a minute, they both stood back up and she put some pressure on her foot. It had been fully healed, though Emma wasn't surprised by any of that.

"There, you should be good to go now. Put all the stolen food back, and we'll be on our way."

Some time later

Qrow and Emma walked through Beacon Academy, the halls silent as the students slept. Initiation had just ended, and their first classes were to begin come dawn. She assumed she would be meeting with Headmaster Ozpin due to their location, and she hoped he would not attempt to coerce her into working for him. Though ultimately, that would depend on the outcome of this meeting. As they walked, Qrow had been messaging Ozpin, informing him of her ability to seemingly gaze into one's heart and discern whether or not their intentions would bring her harm. That ability could be a boon, but could also backfire if she asked the wrong questions, or Ozpin chose to be untruthful.

They arrived at the elevator to the Headmaster's office, and got inside before pressing the button for the top floor. The doors slid shut and they waited for the elevator to reach its destination. Emma weirded Qrow out a bit. Not due to her apparent numerous Semblances, but because of her general mannerisms. She had always been reported to speak as if referring to numerous people, but now suddenly she spoke only of herself. Not to mention her lack of any major emotion, and she seemed more robotic than human.

The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened, giving Emma a clear view of the interior of the office. To call it excessive would be an understatement. It was massive and the walls and ceiling were translucent, allowing her to see the clockwork mechanisms contained within. She couldn't discern their purpose, and so figured they were unnecessary decoration. As for the Headmaster, he was seated behind his desk, patiently sipping a cup of coffee, a stern looking woman she didn't recognize standing next to him.

"Ah, so you've arrived." He smiled genuinely, but she could sense hesitation behind it. This man was not what he seemed. Then again, neither was she. "Please, take a seat." He gestured to a chair in front of his desk and she sat down, though Qrow remained standing.

"What do you want from me?" She asked directly, not beating around the bush. He chuckled and took another sip before setting down the steaming mug.

"Straight to the point, hm?" He leaned forward in his chair slightly. "What is your name, young lady?"

"I am Emma." Her answer surprised him just as much as it had Qrow. Not her name, necessarily, but the fact she referred to herself as a singular person. It was something Qrow had failed to inform him about.

"Just you? I was under the assumption you were working with multiple people." Her expression didn't change as she answered.

"He isn't with me at the moment, but will be soon." Ozpin raised a brow at that.

"And who is this 'he'? Your friend? An accomplice?" He tried digging a little deeper, but that proved to be a mistake.

"What are your intentions for us?" She focused on him as if reading, and he knew what she was doing. It didn't seem like she could read minds, but at the very least, she could tell when someone was lying with perfect accuracy. There was no manipulating her, at least not easily. His face hardened, as there was no point in dancing around the subject.

"I've seen the footage of your Semblance. Or, should I say, Semblances." She had no reaction to what should have been a panicking revelation. The fact that her little secret was now known by a highly influential figure should've made her sweat, but she was acting as if he had merely told her it was raining. "I have been thus far successful in keeping this footage out of the hands of the authorities, but that can change if you refuse my offer. Should this footage be released, you will become a highly wanted fugitive across Remnant, as you would be the first person in history with multiple Semblances."

So he was trying to manipulate her. In a day, when SAM has finished his work and has obtained Ozpin's information, the tables will turn in a way he would surely not expect.

"And what would that offer be?" Ozpin leaned back in his chair.

"Before I answer that, tell me. Do you believe in fairy tales?" He asked with a slight smirk.

All that's a wrap, lads!

TheReckless1One: By the Gods, I'd forgotten the stache. I see shit like that and I think "Did nobody point this out during filming?" That kind of bullshit has to go through multiple people, and not one of you bastards pointed it out? I also loved Observation (obviously), but what kinda sucks is that No Code, the company that made the game, only has one other game and it's not available on PS4.

Guest #1: I'd go with the third one, they're definitely Lovecraftian gods of some kind.

Guest #2: I'll try my best, but even though I played through the whole game, even I don't 100% understand what's happening. From what I've gathered, the Ones (that's just what I call them, they don't actually have a canon name) lure people to Saturn one way or another, and since SAMs are just AIs meant to manage space stations, whoever survives the Ones' mental attack on the station and lands in the center of the storm gets their consciousness merged with the SAM unit on board. Then they get sent back to Earth in order to lure more people back. I believe Jim was one of these people, but was effectively replaced by Emma when SAM killed him. Again, it's hard to tell what's happening sometimes with these Eldritch horror games, but I think I got the basic grasp of it.

And that's all for now. As always, I hope you lads enjoyed. Stay safe, and good night.