Ch16: And so we meet again.
(Tuesday, M+8, D+27)
It's about ten at night, the sun has set and it makes no difference to me.
'Built-in NV for the win!' I think, quite happy about near perfect Night Vision.
I walk on further, heading towards the channel separating Vale and Patch. I'm just getting back from a training session with Nora and Ren. Nora is more difficult to fight without resorting to cheesy tactics due to the fact that hammer usually beats swords. Ren, on the other hand, was a wholly different challenge; his style was more focused on agility and he used two machine pistols with blades mounted to them. Those, I can fight against.
*CRASH* My faunus hearing picks up the shattering of a pane of glass nearby, I quickly turn to the source and see a few men breaking into a shop nearby. Led by a man in a white trenchcoat. 'Well then. Time to have fun.'
I pull Blue Death in storage form from my duffel, extend it to its sniper form, clip the C-100 under the barrel, flip down the bipod, and clip a silencer to the muzzle. Thanks to metal infused with Silent Dust, the weapon is now silenced to movie-levels. I go prone and sight in on a thug.
*clack* A sharp yet quiet noise marks the crippling of a man.
A round blows through his knee, dropping him to the ground in a scream of pain. I sight the next target and pull out my scroll.
"This is the Vale Police Department, is there an emergency?" A young-sounding woman answers the call.
"Yes, I'm reporting an attempted robbery in progress. On Ice lane. It'll be hard to miss"
"Attempted?"
"I'm training to become a hunter. There are eleven of them. Most down with rifle wounds in their legs. I'm reloading now. Is that? It's a bullhead. One of them, a man in a white trenchcoat with a black bowler hat, is getting on to the bullhead and getting away. Not much I can do there m'am, sorry. I'll go make sure the guys I took down don't bleed out. may want to send in some ambulances."
"Well then sir. We'll be sending a few squad cars and ambulances your way soon. We may need to bring you in for questioning though."
"Fair enough. Have a nice day miss." I say, closing the scroll while walking over to the ten thugs with a roll of duct-tape and a roll of bandages. 'This is gonna be annoying.' I think, duct-taping their wrists and ankles together.
(An hour later, VPD interrogation room)
"Yes dad. I'll be home as soon as I can, they're just asking me some questions. Having a hunter as an adoptive father really helped smooth a few things out,by the way." I say, talking to dad on my scroll, standing alone in the interrogation room. I was talking to Dad, Yang and Ruby to pass the time while the VPD sorted something out. There was a noise at the door and it opened.
"Someone's here dad, I'll be back when it's over. Bye." I say, closing my scroll and slipping it into one of my pants pockets.
A man bespectacled wearing a black jacket, with a green scarf and grey hair. 'Ozpin. I may very well be going to Beacon.' Followed by a woman with blond hair, white and black clothing and a purple cape that appeared to be purposefully tattered at the bottom. 'And there's the Witch.'
"Kurt Xiao-Long Wagner." Ozpin said, walking in and sitting in the chair nearest the door, Glynda standing next to and slightly behind him, "Do you know who I am?"
"It's pronounced VAG-ner not WAG-ner," I say, sitting down in the chair opposite Ozpin, "And yes, you are Professor Ozpin, headmaster of the prestigious Beacon Academy."
"I have seen the videos of your previous… encounters with this group." Ozpin said, bringing up a few videos on his tablet. Ones that stared me. "You have shown an unusual level of skill for someone who does not attend a combat school. or any school, as far as I can tell." Ozpin said, a slight air of suspicion hanging about him.
"I suppose I have." I agree, a slight smirk on my face, revealing nothing.
"I suppose you wouldn't care to elaborate?" Ozpin asks, bemused.
"Only if you would. I do not care much for being left in the dark." I say, "Metaphorically, at least."
"Well then. I am here to asses you as a candidate for Beacon Academy."
"It's nice to know I've popped up on your radar. I've wanted to be a hunter for as long as I remember."
"The thing is, Mr. Vag-ner, you seem to have popped into existence not even a year ago. Seven months ago, actually."
"And what do you want me to tell you, exactly?" I say, getting a bit tired of beating around the bush.
"I want to know who you are."
"My name is Kurt Xiao Long Wagner. I am a Faunus. I am an amnesiac. I remember very little from my life before this. Mr Xiao Long's daughter Ruby found me wandering around in the Eversnow Forest and they took me in. A month and a half later, they adopted me."
"I see. So, what exactly do you mean by very little?"
"I mean I only remember random facts and skills that I've picked up somehow, nothing relating to my family or friends, or anyone I knew."
"Quite interesting. If you really are an amnesiac as you say, how come we cannot find any faunus of your description in our records?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"I suppose that answers that. Mr. Wagner, I have seen your fighting style. It is quite… unconventional."
"I try. The problem with most of the hunters and weapons I see is that they're not taking advantage of mobility or range enough. Admittedly, though, I do have almost unlimited mobility. And a gun. Or two. And a knife. And a pair of swords. And more." I list smiling.
"Well then. Mr Wagner, what do you think of the White Fang?"
"Anywhere from misguided to full-on psycho. Depends on the person. As it always does."
"I will be keeping an eye out for your application to Beacon." He says, standing up to leave.
"Is the interrogation over Oz?" I jest, my feet up on the table.
"I suppose it is."
"Do svidaniya comrade!" I say, hopping up. *Bamf*
"HEY DAD! I'M BACK!" I shout, walking to my room to clean my weapons.