Well, back with another Guest suggestion (Matter of fact it might be the same guest who recommended Ruby. Really hope I didn't let you down with that one.
Disclaimer: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth otherwise Podcasts would be canon
Kevin Owens and MitB belong to World Wrestling Entertainment
Chapter 4: A Chat with Ozpin
It was the morning after the MitB incident and Bálor would find himself sitting in Professor Ozpin's office, a scowling Glynda Goodwitch standing right behind him.
"Honestly, I thought cleaning up the courtyard would keep you out of trouble. You've been doing so well for the past week." She said in something trying to resemble a motherly tone but to him it would just sound like another lecture.
"All due respect 'Glynda', but I don't believe I was summoned here to be scolded at like a fucking child!" Bálor would sit up straight in his chair, squaring out his shoulders as he grinned and bared his fangs.
"Why you impudent little-" Glynda would start to talk once more but the silver haired headmaster would hold up his hand, waving her off silently.
"Please calm yourself Bálor, there's no need for hostility." Ozpin would watch the wolf faunus closely, his brown eyes carefully studying his newest ward as Bálor slowly eased himself back into a state of calm. "You'd do best to remember that without Professor Goodwitch and myself, you would still be back in Vacuo awaiting your execution."
Bálor would frown as he stared at his feet, his monochrome colored sneakers starkly contrasting with the dark wood floor of his office.
"Professor, you know I would never attack another person unless I had no choice." He would ball his fists slightly, taking a breath before he continued speaking. "Grimm, I'll gladly destroy, and maybe one day I may even participate in a sparring session someday. "But I would NEVER hurt one of my fellow Hunters, that's something the old Bálor would do. And I put that demon to sleep once I stepped onto the grounds of Beacon."
Ozpin would nod, seemingly pleased with the young man's words as he stood up, walking toward the window with the help of his cane.
"Tell me Mr. Moonlight, I'm curious as to how you managed to commandeer an airship to transport an entire forklift's worth of..cookies was it?"
He would smile; raking a hand through his own silver hair as he remembered the day in question, especially the massive grin on Ruby's face and the gleam of happiness in her silver eyes. Man did those silver eyes drive him wild.
"Well, you remember the Grimm assault a few months ago? Seems like some errant construction worker left a forklift behind, and wouldn't you know it I had bought cookies as a peace offering for my fellow students." Bálor would grin sheepishly as he looking from Ozpin to Goodwitch to see how well his story went over with the two instructors.
Ozpin kept his gaze on the window, watching the grounds below them.
Goodwitch however was seething mad, knowing full well when she was being sold a load of crap, but knowing Ozpin wouldn't let her call him out on it.
"Well, I do hope that forklift found its way back to the construction site, I would hate to have one of my students hauled off to prison for theft." The headmaster would make his way back to his desk, taking his seat with a satisfied sigh. "That will be all."
"Excuse me Headmaster, but there's still the issue of the broken desk and monitor in this student's dorm room." Goodwitch would point her crop at Bálor who was getting set to leave the office, her eye twitching with barely restrained fury.
"Ah, the desk." The wolf would point to his brand new "Fight Owens Fight" T-shirt with a proud grin. "As you no doubt can tell by my apparel, which I'm well aware is against uniform rules blah, blah blah." He would once again take a seat before continue to talk to a further aggravated Goodwitch. "I'm a huge fan of professional wrestling, and I didn't take the ending of a certain match too well soooo..I made smashey-smashey."
Gylnda would be floored by the young man's words, the casual way he made light of his destruction and for such a ridiculous reason. If it weren't for the fact that she was in Ozpin's office with the man himself watching her, she would have choked the life out of the arrogant prick.
"Now that you're done asking me questions, I have one for you Headmaster." Bálor would ignore Goodwitch's death glare as if she wasn't even in the room, concentrating his cool gaze on Ozpin. "I want to know why you're letting Ruby Rose walk around with a scythe, you of all people know how dangerous a weapon it can be in the hands of an ill-experienced Huntress."
Ozpin would raise an eyebrow curiously before smiling and shaking his head. "And here I thought you were going to ask something of enormity." The silver haired headmaster would call up a random video file and show it. It showed the crimsonette haired huntress easily wielding her scythe with ease, swinging it about effortlessly as she dispatched some black suited thieves.
"Your concerns about the scythe weapon are well founded mister Moonlight, in the hands of any other individual of Ruby's age they wouldn't be able to handle the weapon with the type of precision you see here." Ozpin would dismiss the video and lean back in his chair with a triumphant smirk. "But as you can see for yourself, Ruby is no ordinary Huntress. She possesses a natural talent that exceeds most of the students here, I'd wager to say that she would even be a match for you if you ever decided to fight again."
Bálor would weigh the man's words carefully as he envisioned a fight with Ruby in his mind, the fight would be intense to be sure. He was sure that she would be only the second person to push him to the point of having to use all eight of his Blades of Jaggerjack at once, the thought of such an event made his skin crawl as he left Ozpin's office without saying a word.
"Me? Fight Ruby?" He would shake his head suddenly as he walked downstairs, his hands beginning to tremble at the thought of having to fight with his blades again, remembering the blood lust, the voices compelling him to destroy everything that lay before him. "No! No! THAT'S NOT WHO I AM ANYMORE!"
"Hey, B! C'mon we saved you a spot with us!" The sound of Yang's voice would snap him out of his murderous haze, the perky blonde waving him over to their table. Bálor had no clue how he had gotten all the way to the cafeteria without bumping into anyone, but he was grateful to see her smiling face.
"Hold on, I ain't gotten any food yet woman!" He would holler back at her before grabbing various meats, a chicken drumstick, and some fruits before rushing over to the empty seat next to Blake.
"Umm, anyone wanna switch seats with me?" Blake would say this politely as possible, but he could feel the bite in her tone.
Yang would immediately pop up and switch seats with the cat faunus, grinning at Bálor in her saucy way. "Blakey you just made my day!"
Weiss would roll her eyes at the blonde brawler's flirty actions. "Geez, first Neptune now this guy. Are you honestly going to hit on EVERY male transfer student?"
"Nope. Just the cute ones." Yang would say this with a hearty laugh as Weiss continued to voice her disgust.
He would watch the four of them conversing and/or arguing at their own leisure, and despite his lack of input in their discussions Bálor felt right at home with this tight knit group of four
Welp, that's one more Guest suggestion in the books, keep 'em coming folks! Heck if you've got a certain plot you want me to follow then float it by me. It might just end up being a future Conversation.
In the meantime I'm going back to working on a special Father's Day chapter to include in this story, that's both a tribute to Fathers in the RWBY-verse and to the memory of the recently passed "American Dream" Dusty Rhodes (Yeah, still a wrestling nerd.)
til next time! ^_~