This is a lot shorter... Dunno what else to write... Does this make any sense?
[.04] It would burn if you kept it there…
Arriving back at beacon academy, The Drifter found himself again in the care of medical workers. Although they were clearly different from before. They seemed to be more interested in them, even the droid was ignored and only got the occasional glance. And while they had taken their blood. They hadn't tested it on sight. They were also very interested in their shoulder. Prodding at it and taking samples of blood and skin from the site. Glynda was simply given a more standard check-up, still a distance from them. After some tests two men in 'hazmat' suits asked him to follow them. The Drifter quickly looked at Glynda, and she simply nodded her head.
Following them towards a building he was escorted through the hallways of the school with the two men in front and behind them. Locking his chances of fleeing.
Not that he wanted too. They still needed to gauge how powerful Ozpin was. They guided them to a Medbay, all cleared out and covered in plastic just for him.
"Please sit" one of the men asked, pointing to a chair. The Drifter was suspicious of this but still sat down on the chair.
"Now… We somewhat know about your… odd medical equipment." The other man asked. The suit covering his face and expressions. "We believe that we can work together to help further the medical sciences. As you know Atlas the current leader in scientific research has spent most of their time on Dust research, how it works and stuff like that. Because of that many other sciences are lagging far behind."
Like medical research…
"While we do have prostheses, not everyone can afford them. And they are not designed for warriors or huntsmen." He said with a slight disdain in his tone. "But with your… Medkits, we can change that. We can save lives. We can protect those who choose to live outside the walls of the cities and more importantly, we can give these to Huntsman. With those in their pockets they wouldn't have to worry about retiring early." He finished while pointing at The Drifters pocket.
How do they know so much…?
The Drifter tried to stand up, only to be pushed back down again.
"Now, now… we need to actually talk about this, since we're here as per Atlas's request. No point in trying to run away without giving us a proper answer now." The man said, his tone now stern. He circled around The Drifter while touching the (top of the chair). His partner was still standing at the door, but was a lot stiffer, anticipating any sudden moves.
The Drifter simply shook his head.
"Oh… Well perhaps we can persuade you to think otherwise" He said, slowly reaching for something at his back…
"Excuse me" Came a stern voice. Everyone flinched and slowly looked back at the doorway. It was Glynda and she had a scowl on her face. "But may I ask what are you doing?"
They tried to make an excuse. "Oh… well uh…"
"I believe it's not of importance no?"
"…No." and quickly gave up.
"Then please quickly return to your posts" She ordered.
"Understood ma'am." And with that they left the room, one of the men seemed to be glaring back at The Drifter.
*sigh*" I apologize for this 'incident'. After the first checkup many people seemed to be interested in you, and now there seems to be a chance that those Medkits will be known by unsavory people…" Glynda said, still keeping her distance. "We we're to meet Ozpin for a after mission report. However, something has come up so it will be held back to 7 in the night." She concluded. Beckoning The Drifter to follow her. They quickly stood up, dusted themselves off and walked behind them. Again, still a distance from each other. "Oh…" Glynda stopped walking and turned to face The Drifter. "I would like to thank you for your service, and again we hope to find a cure for you, for the safety of our people and yours." She thanked him and quickly kept on walking.
Well… Lets hope for both of us that we don't have another 'incident'…
The winding hallways of the academy were the one thing The Drifter thought they will never get used to. Especially since they were all rather walls with Brown trimming and a wooden floor. The crown molding on the ceiling was far to ornate for something that would only be looked at for a short time. Though the droid seemed interested in the sight, it probably wasn't mapping out the hallways for easier navigation. There was the occasional student although Glynda always took a path that didn't cross them. Her speaking shook him out of his thoughts. "Luckily for us, the Staff cafeteria is currently empty, although It is rude for me to ask but please try to finish your meal in… 5 minutes or less. You will have to stay in your temporary residence for the time being while we get all the data sorted."
The Drifter nodded in understanding. Walking through the door the room was a stark shift in tone. The walls were grey, as was the cabinets and stove. The floor was made of tiles and the ceiling had no crown. There was only one round wooden table in the middle, with metal chairs adorning it. On one side of the table he found a small container, seemingly made of cardboard with a metal cover almost like paper. A crude drawing of his helmet and cowl on a note on top of it. Opening up the metal paper the food inside was still warm, letting off some steam. The insides only still smelling fresh despite staying there for who knows how long.
Rice… Potatoes… Carrots…. Some meat… A proper meal.
The Drifter hadn't eaten a proper hot meal in such a long time. It wasn't absolute bliss. It was just enjoyable, although he didn't have much time to savor it all. The silence didn't matter, nor did Glynda still standing in the doorway waiting for him to finish. After only a few minutes the container was empty. There were still some grains of rice and vegetables but I wasn't anything to fret over. Assuming the container and cutlery were disposable, he decided to throw it into the bin…
Where's the bin?
The Drifter looked around the room looking for a place to throw it away. Glynda watched on with confusion at first, then a sight smirk. She coughed and got The Drifters attention, pointing towards the bin. It had a cover. The Drifter Prodded at the bins top, discovering that the middle piece wasn't for show and dropped in there. He looked at Glynda, slightly embarrassed. Glynda simply let out a short exhale and beckoned him to follow again.
Now back in his apartment block The Drifter took one of the cups from the kitchen to have a drink of water, simply opening the bathroom faucet and having one, two, three cups. Walking back out he noticed something on his desk. Some sort of device and a stack of plastic cards. Luckily there was a note by the side.
To our new staff member,
We hope you are settling in well. We have given you a 'Scroll'. This device serves as a way for communication without wasting time, it also allows you to access information and news sites. Please get accustomed to this as we will have less time to interact as Initiation rounds the corner. We have also decided to compensate you with some lien.
Yours, Headmaster Ozpin.
How nice…
He counted 2000 Lien from the stack. Looking back at the scroll, it was rather surprising to see it pop out and display a holographic screen. Means that the droid may go unused… Not that it will notice. Opening it up and navigating around wasn't too hard, they were designed for civilians. Eventually he found a message from Ozpin. Some notes from the mission.
'[Mission Objective: Cull Grimm Population; Members: Ruddy Ivar, Glynda Goodwitch.]'
'Ruddy Ivar? I guess that's me...'
'[Ivar was dropped off into the Emerald Forest, Goodwitch stayed on the bullhead to alert and attract more Grimm. Ivar suffered only minor injuries, but their Semblance had allowed them to continue. Ivar was put through a check up in order to find any known side effects]'
No mention of the Medkits? Something is off…
'[Ivar's semblance allows him to use matter from objects to replace muscle and skin. It is unknown if they're any known side effects due to subject being mute.]'
How nice of them to come up with a backstory...
Reading through the rest of the notes a message came through, it was again from Ozpin.
'Your first mission has allowed us to fully gauge your abilities and skills. However, due to the illness. You will have to be quarantined for two days. You will have to cook your meals in the group kitchen. Don't worry. Nobody else is there. -Oz'
Of course there isn't…
Effectively having an apartment block to himself wasn't as amazing as you might think. All the doors were locked and probably empty. It felt like a waste of space. Then again. Beacon seemed to be masters of excess at least to him. Maybe Atlas or some other kingdom would be better? Well for now he has to sleep. They've got a lot of work to do the next two days...
It'll be nice to not lug all my weapons...
"Ozpin we can't continue to help him like this."
"We still have money."
"Money isn't the issue. The time it takes to ship these samples to Atlas risks-"
"I thought we agreed to not test him."
"Ozpin. He is patient zero of this issue."
"He is also not of this world and has equipment that surpasses ours."
"That's… beside the point. We have tested each and every patient, compared it with our blood, but we found no difference, or whatever difference is insignificant. We need him, Ozpin. We need to test him."
"And how do I know that you won't simply do something careless? You are only a general. You can't stop private companies."
"Yes, I understand that you have a lot to worry about. The recent attempted leak is making it harder to fool the council."
"As does here… Speaking of which. Ms. Goodwitch alerted us to two members of staff attempting to strike a deal with his Medkits. Even though we simply told them that his semblance grants him regeneration with some… odd side effects."
"Someone knew?! Dammit! That could mean 'She' is onto us!"
"Possibly not, they weren't interested in his weaponry."
'Ruddy Ivar' allegedly meaning 'Blue Warrior'...
Also. I've been working on another 'thing'. Don't expect it to come soon...
Let's see how long it takes for me to improve...