In a dark room sat a sad reaper. After the fight with Roman, Glynda Goodwitch took Ruby away to acknowledge her bravery and scold her stupidity.
"I hope you realize that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly, young lady. You put yourself and others in great danger-``''They started it!" Ruby cut in. "If it were up to me." Glynda continued, unbothered by Ruby's outburst. "You'd be sent home… With a pat on the back… And a slap on the wrist." Glynda finished by slapping the table in front of Ruby. "But, in a few minutes, there's someone who would like to meet you," Glynda explained. But, Ruby couldn't help but look confused and think, 'Who could it be?'
-With Our Heroes-
"So you mean to tell me that you all come from a country that doesn't exist anywhere in our world?" Ozpin asked.
"The hell does that mean? Are you dumb, cuz, Russia's kinda important." Sergei responded. He was sitting directly across from Ozpin, one arm was on the table, the other was pointing accusingly at Ozpin. "I mean, I can tell this place ain't exactly normal. But to say Russia doesn't exist is kind of dumb pal."
Ozpin didn't answer immediately with words, instead, showing a map of Remnant on his scroll. "As you can see. Russia, in any form, does not exist in the world."
"Fake," Ivan said simply. "I've seen maps. None look like that." Ivan was sitting to Sergei's right, arms crossed. Even sitting, Ivan was as tall as Ozpin, and over twice as bulky.
"Well, I assure you, this map is the best we have." Explained Ozpin. "While it hasn't been renewed to recently, it is the world as well as we know it."
"So… What? Are we in a different world or something?" Sergei asked.
Ozpin took a sip of coffee before asking, "Do any of you know what an aura is?"
"Well yeah, Ivan's got a murderous aura half the fucking time." Answered Natasha. Sergei remarked with a "And you've got a bitchy aura." Natasha, standing up, shouted, "The fuck did you just say to me!"
"What about Grimm?" Ozpin's question cuts through Sergei and Natasha's escalating aggression. They still gave each other a look before sitting down.
"Well. I'd say you mean the emotion, but you probably mean something else." Sergei answered.
"And what about semblances? Dust? Huntsmen and huntresses?" Ozpin continues. The heroes give each other looks for a brief moment before looking back at Ozpin.
"Nothing. man… At least not the way you mean…" Sergei said, slouching against the back of his chair.
"Then the possibility that you all are from a different world is not entirely out of the picture." Ozpin finished with a sip of his coffee. "But while you are here, I have one question I'd like to ask…"
"Well? Spit it out gramps." Butted in Natasha, leaning aggressively against the table. A firm hand on her shoulder, courtesy of Ivan, got her to calm down slightly. They were all reaching their wit's end with this guy and his indirectness.
"While especially brutal, I can tell you all are very skilled in combat. And while you act more like four people with the same goal than a real team. It's clear you all do better together. So I want to ask you all to come to my school, Beacon." Ozpin said, his eyes switching between the group, even Boris.
"W-why? I mean, it's cool you're offering a job. But us? At a school?! You must be one crazy asshole." Sergei said, first to speak up despite the 3 sane people of the group being equally surprised. Boris had started banging the back of his head against the corner of the room five minutes earlier.
"Beacon is not like normal education schools. It is where boys and girls go to learn to become huntsmen and huntresses of Grimm." Ozpin explained. "Okay, but why us? Aren't there thousands of other people more qualified than us? Y'know, people who actually know what a Grimm is?" Sergei said, massive amounts of confusion written on his face.
"Well, sure. But most of them are already hunters and are far too busy to have a job here. I don't mean to offend you all, but you don't look like you have jobs at the moment." Another round of glances went through the group. He wasn't wrong. "Are you really that desperate?" Natasha finally asked.
"Not desperate. I just see a way for all of us to gain from this encounter. You four gain housing, food, money, almost whatever you want. And after teaching you all what you need to know, I get a full team of fighters in my school that teaches fighting. A win-win I'd say."
"And say we agree. What would we be doing?" Asked Natasha, leaning in again. "Teaching students how to fight together, and plain fighting of course," Ozpin answered, not moving from his spot.
"Give us a moment," Natasha told Ozpin, standing up. She grabbed both Ivan's and Sergei's arms and pulled them both to the corner Boris was in.
"Alright," Natasha whispered. "I'll just say I don't like this."
"What?!" Sergei snapped, briefly looking over at Ozpin. "This is awesome! We do what we've always done, get paid, and live like royalty!"
"You forget what happens to Russian royalty." Ivan rumbled as quietly as he could. "Never ends well."
"I didn't mean that literally guys." Sergei tried to recover. "Doesn't matter, still has a bunch of risks. We'd be working for this dude we just met in a world that apparently ain't ours." Natasha countered.
"We were working for Mikhail for almost our entire lives." Sergei blurted. Immediately, all the Romanian's heads hung down. Even Boris.
"Yeah… So what? Gonna hope this guy is different?" Natasha said, the faintest glisten in her eyes exposing her feelings on the matter.
"I just mean… We keep an eye on him, you know? We take the job, but once things get fishy, we grab what we can and book it. The bratva couldn't stop us, what makes this guy any different? At least now we don't have to worry about Nekro…" Sergei laid out. Natasha and Ivan briefly looked at each other. Boris, who had joined the huddle, looked confusedly between them all.
"Well… But… Dammit. I hate when you're right." Exclaimed Natasha. "You better be right about this." She threatened, tightening her grip on Sergei's arm.
"If it goes bad I'll let you have a freebie." Sergei offered. "Three." Natasha countered. "One and a kick." Sergei bargained. "Deal." Natasha accepted. They broke up the huddle and gathered before Ozpin.
"Made up your minds?" Ozpin asked, looking at them through interlocked fingers. "Yeah. We'll take your job." Sergei answered, extending his hand towards Ozpin.
"Great. Once you all learn the basics of our world, we can have you join the rest of the faculty at Beacon. Ozin said, standing up and shaking Sergei's hand.
And the deal has been made. Our gypsy heroes will be hired at Beacon and use their experience to teach how to be a successful team. Will they have to 'grab what they can and book it'? Will I get better at writing fights? Will I get a proper writing style in the first place? Only time can tell. So do stick around!