Inherited
/ɪnˈhɛrɪtɪd/
adjective
1. (of money, property, or a title) received as an heir at the death of the previous holder.
"inherited wealth"
2. (of a quality, characteristic, or predisposition) derived genetically from one's parents or ancestors.
"inherited diseases"
{I would like it to be known that I don't approve of this method of acquiring funds}
"You were the one who said I had to find my own way of paying for stuff, this just happens to be the easiest" Oscar said while concentrating on the magic he was currently using to rig the ATM machine into withdrawing the lien he required.
Oscar could feel the other rolling his eyes at the smartass comment as he continued in his endeavors.
After another moment of intense concentration, he heard a ping! Alerting him to his success, a large amount of lien was ejected from the machine.
Once done, he cut his connection to the ATM and collected his 'withdrawal', pocketing the money quickly before he drew any unwanted attention to himself.
"Now, let's go buy some new clothes! Nobody is gonna buy that I'm any kind of Huntsman dressed like this" he said as he began to walk through the shopping district to find a shop selling combat gear.
{Do you have a particular style in mind? Or perhaps a preferred colour scheme you're going to be looking at?} Ozpin queried,
Oscar smiled, "Green. Obviously, it's our colour after all… also, Orange Gloves! I wouldn't feel right without them."
Soon, they came upon a shop with a sign advertising that they specialize in custom combat gear for huntsmen and Oscar paused, he'd never personally owned anything customized specifically to him.
His cane… 'The Long Memory' was an heirloom, passed from host to host over many centuries, he loved it, and would never trade it for another weapon. but… just like so much else, it was another thing he'd simply inherited.
All of the combat gear in from his previous life had been things he just picked up, things he liked and grabed because they were practical, they weren't personal, even the colors had never really fit him right- aside from his orange gloves, those had been perfect! Everything else just felt a little off… the green could have been more vibrant, the red a little brighter…
And their emblem… he'd never owned anything branded with it.
"If we're going to do this, then we should do it together, you weren't really around the first time I picked out my gear, and we'd completed the merger by the time I needed to get new stuff after that… so, this time let's find something that shows the world who we are. Together."
{The suit doesn't make the man Oscar, the man makes the suit. So long as we carry ourselves with strength and dignity, we could continue to wear your farm clothes and still command respect. But… since we're here, I do like the sound of a new green coat.}
Laughing, Oscar opened the door and headed inside the shop, "alright, but no velvet! I honestly don't understand how you could fight in that old suit of yours."
As they made their way through the shop, quietly bickering and discussing ideas for their new outfit, Oscar felt a sense of peace come over him, similar to what he'd felt that first moment he had felt Ozpin's emotions melting together with his own… he wasn't alone any longer, he had his partner back.
Any together, they could do anything.