Whitley sighed out loud "Itsh kinda hot at the train station..." He said in a tired attempt at fanning himself, despite the layers of clothes on him.

"Come on Whitley, we're so close. We just need a..." He looked at the machine, grunting. "Work darn it!" He punched the machine, quickly retracting his hand and howling out in pain "Ow ow ow!"

"Aw Oscar, you should let me." The faunus came around, punching the machine hard. To his surprise nothing happened. "Huh...guess we can't do anything-"

Another fist slammed down on the machine, a tall man with a beard...he was stocky in build and had fierce eyes. Two tickets came out, and the man kept walking.

leaving Whitley in awe "I wish I could punch like tha-" Before he could finish and get on the train it seems they failed to notice several hooded figures sneak up behind them. They had grabbed Whitley by the neck.

The snow leopard faunus kicked back into the man trying to hold him, causing a loud grunt of pain

"AH! Why you little-"

Several more men started to surround the two. The slightly taller one of the two young boys jumped onto all fours, the gloves he wore suddenly spouted several metallic claws. His boots did the same.

"You're gonna taste my claws- AH!" Failing to notice, his hat fell off. And his faunus ears were now revealed.

And all of a sudden, the men...stopped. Then started to...laugh?

"Bwahaha- you a faunus kid? Why didn't you tell us so!" The cloaks were cast aside. Standing before them were several men who all appeared to be Faunus. All were tall and stocky, the very picture of intimidation. One seemed to be a lion faunus with a mane, another had fangs of some kind, but there was also one person in particular. He seemed to be wearing a lab coat, he had Glasses and a somewhat slim build. Somewhat curly brown hair. He then bared his teeth...sharp and plentiful like a shark's.

"I'm Professor hammerhead! And these are my associates. The Broken fang." He smiled, patting Whitley on the head actually.

'Well...this is new...I don't know them' Ozpin said in Oscar's head.

"Um...why did you try to...attack us?" Oscar gulped at asking this.

"Well. We thought your friend here was a Schnee. The Schnee's aren't the...best known with Faunus. We weren't going to kill him or anything...simply offer him up to the schnees for a price! But then we saw his ears! No Schnee would ever touch a Faunus. So we were clearly mistaken." The professor spoke.

Upon further inspection, he seemed to be a Hunter. On his back was a trident, and on his side two giant blocks of metal attached to his belt. He moved like they were made of paper! How did it not affect him?

"Uh, what's a Schnee?" Whitley asked.

Then before an explanation the train started to depart, causing Oscar to panic.

"WHAT?! No no no! We need to get to mistral- COME BACK!"

It was too late. The train left.

But the professor put a hand on Oscar's shoulder.

"Fear not my boy. Any friend of a Faunus is a friend to me! And the Broken fang here. You see I'm not actually their leader. Rather I'm helping them on a journey. I have some time off from my teaching job so I thought I'd help these poor souls-" This man loved the sound of his own voice, clearly. No one asked, even the faunus behind him seemed kind of annoyed

"Yeah that's cool and all but we have to get to Mistral. And...what's a skee?" Whitley tilted his head, picking up his hat

"You don't know? Ah, country bumpkins I assume? Well allow the glorious Professor Beryl Hammerhead to enlighten you! The Schnee family run the worlds largest dust manufactures. They also have been known to...use Faunus labor and underpay them. Terrible working conditions too."

"Huh...I think I remember Blake saying something like that." Whitley muttered to himself. Oscar thought back at this. He knew Whitley had known some White fang members long ago. Before he and Tukson escaped to the barn. The white fang were the ones that hurt Tukson to the extent he was.

"Yes yes well...we may not like the Schnee's but we won't hurt them. Unlike the White fang..." The professor spoke

"Uh...so you aren't the...White fang?" Oscar piped up

"No! Of course not! You see my friends-" He was cut off by the lion faunus.

"I think that's enough Beryl"

"I HAVE A PHD FOR A REASON! USE MY CORRECT TITLE!"

"Anyway. We are...former Whitefang members. We believe they have become too extreme...we want to start an organisation for peace. Our next stop is Mistral...well it wasn't...but I suppose I could let you two tag along and make a quick stop at mistral."

"You'd let us?" Oscar asked.

"Sure. We're take care of you two. Can't very well let two kids walk to Mistral alone."

"We could take another train-" Oscar was interrupted

"Nonsense! Come along my boys, this will be a learning experience!" The professor smiled.

"Sorry, he's always like this" The lion faunus spoke in a sigh

Whitley turned to Oscar, what valuable insight could he say to all this?

"I don't think I like Schnee's."

(Soo...where have I been? Sick. And tired. And starting college soon. But I'll try and work on Schnee swap next! For now enjoy this little snippit.)