It was the next day when Nixera woke up, looking around to find the Slayer and Isabelle with her in the infirmary. "How are you feeling?" The former asks, looking at her with worry.

"Fine. A bit stiff, but..." Nix responds, stretching.

"Isabelle did a good job, stitching up your wings," the Slayer tells her, and it takes a second before she realizes what he said, her eyes widening as she does so.

"First mythical faunus I meet, and I have to sew her wings back together! Now, I get hiding faunus features. But this has clearly been going on a while," Isabelle says, coming over. "Or is it some thing in mythical society that says you can't reveal yourself?"

"Also, before you ask, we've been taking shifts. The others are likely sleeping, and will be glad to hear you're awake," the Slayer answers the question Nix was about to ask, who only sighs.

"Yes, that's part of it. But...I swore off it. After the accident," she tells them, sitting up. "If you haven't seen," she pulls back the hair on the left side of her face, revealing old, intense burns that covered her face. "Oh, and it gets better," she says, lifting up her shirt, to reveal that the burns ran down her body. "I'm not showing them all. But it all began when I was young, and burned down my home, and my parents. It's something I can't even do anymore," she continues, and the Slayer could feel her breath heat up as she made a face, exhaling slowly. "I wanted to be anywhere but there, and thus my Semblance manifested. And I couldn't save them!" She balled up her hands into fists.

"Nix...I get it," he tells her, pulling out the old photo. "Yes, you all guessed it, this is my family. Taken from me, by the demons. But it gets worse, as I thought I would join them at some point. But I haven't. I don't think I will. Has the pain healed? Mostly. But it still hurts, now and then. We all have to move on, eventually," He tells her, pulling her into a hug. Nix winces in the hug, especially as he got a little bit too tight for her liking.

"So, fire breath too. That explains the anomaly," Isabelle says, mostly to herself. "Something that looked like a third lung, I'm guessing that's where the fire breath comes from?" Nix nods, still clinging to the Slayer.

"Now, you're a dragon. You're going to start using your wings and fire breath again," the Slayer says, Nix looking up at him with confusion.

"How? In case you haven't noticed, they're weak. Maybe I could use my fire breath again, but wings? They barely support me!" She demonstrates with a weak flap of said wings, wincing as she does so. "I hightly doubt they work."

"That's why we're going to train," the Slayer says firmly. "In fact, we're starting now. Isabelle, do a sweep, and secure anything in here not nailed down. I mean EVERYTHING," he orders, and Isabelle gets to work.

"So how will this help Nix here regain the use of her wings?" She asks while she does it, coming up to him once done.

"Well, wait outside, and seal the room. Luckily, the infirmary has a glass door, so you can watch," he tells her, which earns him a raised eyebrow. Once that was done, he heads to the other side of the room, planting his feet firmly on the floor.

"Bill, I thought your ears worked. There's no way I can fly! My wings couldn't even support my weight in the slightest!" Nix protests in slight anger.

"I know, but you're only half right," he answers. "What you really mean is, your wings can't support you under standard terrestrial gravity. And to that I answer, disable infirmary gravity. Good thing for grav boots," he chuckles, while everything else begins to float, Nixera included.

The anger in her eyes died in a flash, replaced by realization, mixed with a facepalm. "Of course. Space. Artificial gravity. Why didn't I think of that?" She asks. "Just turn that off, and suddenly it doesn't matter how much I weigh. I have to ask though...something tells me you're used to no gravity. Hence the boots of your armor can make their own, hence the fact you're not floating right now," she says, doing a little twirl in midair. "Now, I'm guessing the reason you went to the other side of the room is that you're the target?" She asks, spreading her wings, and making a few flaps as a test, wincing a little. "Fly to you, you watch my form, etc?"

"Yep. This will be a regular thing, but obviously, not here. Can't take up the infirmary all the time now can we? Isabelle would have my head," he says with a smile, as Nix starts flying towards him. It's slow, with wings not as graceful as they could be, and of course, the constant wincing on her part.

"Not bad for a first try. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the pain's not just the wounds is it?" He asks as Nix floats around.

"Some of the joints are stiff," she answers, grabbing his cuirass to prevent floating away.

"Hmmm. Turn around, I have an idea. One to help the blood flow," he answers, and she obeys, presenting her back and wings towards him. "Oh, and as a forewarning, I can't say I completely know what I'm doing," he tells her, as he removes his gauntlets, sandwiching the base of her left wing between his palms, and massaging.

Nix's reaction was immediate, upon feeling his hands touch her wing. And as he began massaging, she could feel how strong his hands were, though that was something that could be talked about repeatedly. And his idea was working, as she could feel life returning to her wings as he massaged. It was pleasant, she had to admit.

Though of course, he kept going, eager to massage life into her entire wing. And life was returning. Nix closed her eyes, getting lost in the sensation.

But at one point he stopped, asking "Did that hurt?" with worry. "That was quite the moan."

That was when she realized what had happened, and she blushed a little. "Oh, n-no, it felt great. Keep going," She tells him, cursing the lack of gravity right now. She wanted to lean into him, give him better access.

As he kept massaging the wing, she realized now, what was happening. Yes, she was moaning, but it was from pleasure. Heat was building up in her body, concentrating in her core. She bit her lip to keep it in, but it was becoming hard to keep in. She even crossed her legs as well, though she could feel she was rubbing them together.

The Slayer soon finished with her left wing, still with a look of concern on his face, thinking he had caused pain. Until he noticed Nix's legs rubbing together, which could never happen from wing pain. Then it hit him, and he lowered his voice as he began on her right wing. "Enjoying this, are you?" He asks, and Nix nods, her eyes closed. "I didn't know your wings were that sensitive."

Nix could no longer contain it, letting out her moans. It took all her willpower to not run a hand between her legs. Sure, even Daisy had touched her wings. But what the Slayer was doing was something else. A massage, somewhere between rough and gentle, caring about her health, but not completely babying her. And her body was reacting more positively than she ever thought possible, not just with arousal, but more. Fantasies were flashing through her head, ones she never thought she'd have.

"So...how is it?" He asks her, about halfway through the wing.

She almost couldn't answer, she felt so good. But get an answer out, she did. "W-well, sir, If I gave in, and obeyed my body...your back would have scratches all over. And your neck might have a bite as well. The kind that would say I've claimed you," she answers, color flooding her cheeks. "And also? You'd be a dad," she admits, covering her face.

"Well, I still have a ways to go," he chuckles as he continues on her wing, and she wasn't sure if it was just her, but he was going at it harder than before, causing her moans to get extra loud. "So what is it YOU want, if you hesitate to obey your body?" He asks with a low chuckle.

"That I want dinner first," she laughs. "Maybe a couple dinners. I'm not that desperate. And while my body clearly wants to, I'm not sure I'm ready to be a mom." She smiles, and feels some of the tension break.

"Fair enough. So, it's THAT good a massage huh?" He asks with a smirk. "I will say, that in your...state, shall we say, I'm not going to stop until I've finished. And so have you," He admits, resuming the massage.

"Mmm, fuck, yes, keep going," she moans as he continues massaging her wing, feeling the heat building in her core, feeling the impending orgasm. "Oh fuck, right there, right there...Daddy!" She cries out, moaning as she felt her orgasm roll over her body, just as he was massaging the last bit of her wing, his hands not leaving as she rode it all out, only stopping once she began to calm down. "Oh wow, your hands are amazing. So strong and warm," she smiles, as she calms down, keeping her legs crossed, blushing at what she had said as it started.

"Happy you enjoyed yourself," He smiles as she turns around, giving her wings a flap, and they responded much better now.

Nix looks left and right, as if deciding on something, but puts her arms around his neck as she asks, "I do have to wonder...would you mind? Being my mate and all that. Not even Daisy has done something like that to me. Well, I say mate only because that's what the primal side would say. The civilized side would just call you my boyfriend."

"Interesting. Though...some in your position wouldn't go for me. I mean, I'm older, by units of time you haven't even thought of," He tells her with a stern look.

"OK, that might be true," Nix admits. "But for one, my instinct doesn't care. And two...hey, you're still you, right? And I'm sure you've been lonely. Hell, it's not even an exclusive thing. Guy like you, many would want you. Not to mention that for some mythicals, the natural reaction is to go for the strongest, even if that means sharing. I've also heard a rumor that the Schnee girl likes'em mature," she laughs. "I wouldn't keep you to myself in that regard," she smirks.

The Slayer's face took on a stern look, not answering as he contemplated what the dragon faunus was suggesting. "Take your time. Think about it, OK?" Nix tells him, flying to the other side of the room, then back, feeling it was much easier, doing a few laps back and forth. "I will say, if your hands are that good with my wings...I wonder how they'd do with the rest of me," she chuckles, color coming to her cheeks. "Oh, and because it's only fair..." she continues, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss on the lips, whispering "Thank you daddy. Not just for the massage, but...everything."

The Slayer's eyes went wide, but he smiled, and said "You're welcome. And it seems we can stop for now. Enable infirmary gravity." Everything then drops to the floor, Nix included, but she was ready, landing on her feet, if a little awkwardly, as the door opened.

"Holy crap," Isabelle says with a shit eating grin as she walks in. "OK, I had a feeling you were going to do some zero G flight training when you told me to stow everything loose. A massage was unexpected, but I totally get it, it helps the blood flow. But THAT reaction," she eyes up Nix, circling her with a look that made the Slayer think of a vulture, "Is the LAST thing I expected. At this rate I'll need to test how good you are at massaging for myself. For science of course," the dog doctor adds, tail wagging. "Have to see if those results are repeatable. But not now, as much as I want to," she admits. "But I wasn't completely idle out there while I was watching you two." She hands Nix a handwritten note. "Antibiotics to take, so your wings don't get infected. And as well, based on scan data, a diet to help develop the fire lung, as I'm calling it. Now I imagine you have to go...change," she adds with a smirk, glancing downwards at Nix. "If that was as good as I think it was, oh, how the word will spread."

A few days later, it was Saturday, and time for the meeting with Glynda. Nix had been healing nicely, with some zero G flight practice in the Ripatorium. And the others had learned the truth about Nix, all marveling at her wings. The students had all learned about Nix's wings, all marveling at them, and the fact that mythical faunus were a real thing. And now the non-students were at a cafe, sitting at an outside table out of the way, waiting for Glynda to show up. As well as the Slayer himself, taking care to dress inconspicuously.

Soon enough, they spotted her looking around, and waved her over. She sait, with hard glances between everyone. "So, you five are the ones who know him?" She asks, sitting down. "And you never answered how you got my number."

It was then the Slayer realized that she didn't recognize him, the lack of armor obscuring his identity. "Well let's just say, I am VERY close. The Slayer comes with technology this world has never seen. And he's already begun to put it to good use," he says to her.

Glynda's response was immediate, her eyes narrowing as she looks at his face, focusing on his words. Then her eyes widened. "You..."

"Not so loud," he tells her with a stern look. "Don't want to attract your boss's attention, now do we?" He continues, dropping his voice. "Lack of armor is surprising?"

Glynda gets over her initial shock as she clears her throat. "I wasn't sure what to expect, sir. I thought you'd be out there, killing Grimm."

"Oh, I have been. But even I can't do it ALL alone. Not without a goal, not without a long term plan. Hence," he waves his hand around, and everyone introduces themselves.

"This isn't everyone, is it?" She asks. "RWBY, JNPR, CFVY and Penny all know who you are, do they?" Her eyes narrow accusingly. "When they vanish, they're hanging around you."

"You caught me. They're not around now, but they often are. Whether it's the shop, OR the Fortress of Doom," he explains.

"My shop, to be exact," Marion chimes in. "Which is doing better, thanks to his tech. In fact, the reason we're all together is because of him. It's a long story, but hey, before...we were at each other's throats."

"We've gotten reports of strange tech going around. That's you?" Glynda asks, and the Slayer nods. "Not to mention other confusing readings. Are friends of yours really on their way?"

"It's not an invasion," the Slayer answers, pulling up his scroll to show footage. "What you detected is a probe. And that's only because Penny made a mistake in the Fortress of Doom, activated a beacon, and that's their response."

"Speaking of," Glynda was about to ask, but the Slayer finishes for her.

"'What is the Fortress of Doom?' Also an accidental summon. My home. A nice surprise," he tells her, pulling up more footage. "I believe this is Vacuo." Glynda watched what appeared to be darkness, but the sun began peeking around, illuminating Vacuo in its light. It was then that she realized that the view was WAY high up, in fact there was only one place it COULD come from.

"Is...is this space?" She asks, scarcely believing. "Your fortress...is in space?"

"Yes, this is the view from an external camera." He then pulls up another image, showing the Fortress itself. "Many describe it as a space castle. Which...is about as accurate as you can get. Not to mention the portal generator, which is how I get around so quickly. It can go ANYWHERE," he answers. "Yes, like Raven. We met her at the probe. We know ALL about her."

Glynda couldn't help but look in shock. "So tell me about this probe. Here for data I assume? What did YOU do with it?" She asks.

"Easy. The main thing was to confirm that yes, it IS me. We went down there, with pre-compiled intel to upload. Don't worry, nothing that YOU would consider a danger. Just...basics," he explains. "Remember, where I come from? Grimm are unknown. Dust, Auras, Semblances, Faunus...my people know NOTHING of that. Also, it's NOT an invasion. After Hell wrecked both the planets I'm home to...they're likely concentrating efforts on rebuilding. Even if not so...they wouldn't invade like your boss is worried about. Neither one are conquerors."

"You've bugged Ozpin's office, haven't you?" Glynda accuses. "You know it as if you heard us talk the other day."

"Actually, that was me," Daisy admits with a guilty look. "And put a device in his desk to allow easier hacking."

"And I helped," Nix chimes in.

"'Know thy enemy, and know thyself, and in one hundred battles, you will never be in peril.' Words to live by, from Art of War. And it wasn't a complete waste either, as your school has been infiltrated." The Slayer then pulls up footage of Cinder, Emerald, and Mercury in their room. "We know they're with the White Fang. With the bad guys. We don't know what they're up to. But we're watching them."

"So...what's next for you? What are your plans?" Glynda asks.

"Well, eventually a scouting party will appear. We've been clearing out Mountain Glenn, on the idea that we'd turn it into a base. Especially since if more of my people show up, they'll need somewhere to live. Not to mention that it seems the shop's business is picking up, and we need somewhere to actually manufacture all the goods," he explains.

"Not to mention OTHER benefits that come with him," Marion adds. "He's got a full cultural database, of everything from his world. Worlds, I should say. Every book, movie, video game, you name it. Now imagine Remnant having access to that. Recently, Blake began reading...what was it called, Twilight?"

"Not surprising. There was a time when that series was popular on Earth. Not to mention the movies," the Slayer says while shaking his head.

"So what are your future plans?" Glynda asks.

"Well, good question. We'll clear out more of Mountain Glenn, get it set up. Though that may be a bit difficult due to...obvious reasons," He tells her. "Besides that, I'll be waiting for official contact from my people. I've been doing my own training of your students, as I've got a few billion years or so of experience. I'll be keeping eyes on the enemy, and the Grimm. Ripping and tearing when they get too friendly with anywhere settled."

"And he'll be giving out massages. LOTS of massages," Nix adds with a smirk. "Trust me...he's GOOD at it."

"Control yourself young lady," Glynda tells her sharply, yet color was evident in her cheeks. She could tell from the look in the Slayer's eyes, as well as his entire explanation of his plans, that here was a man who knew no fear, and likely keep no secrets. True, he didn't have a major long term plan, yet. That was the key word, yet, but at the same time Glynda thought to herself how it was the best he could do. Officially a wanted criminal, and with limited knowledge of the situation he was in. In him, she could sense the power, the determination, but no malice. There was no desire to harm the innocent. And at the same time, humility. He had no desire to lord over others, people followed him because they wanted to. Not to mention this was someone she could feel led from the front, and didn't send others to do his dirty work unless absolutely necessary, unlike Ozpin.

"So, what do you need from me?" She asks, curious how else the Slayer would differ from her boss.

"That quickly huh?" He asks. "Well, that's a good question. I guess the main thing is to keep your boss off of me in the meanwhile. Oh, and you can tell the kids about 'our mutual friend Bill' now, so that they know, that you know, that they know, etc." He smiles as another thought. "And you could even tell Oz about a Mr. Blaze if he gets nosy."

"Is that your real name?" Glynda asks. "Bill Blaze?"

"The short form, yes," the Slayer confirms. "In full, it's William Joseph Blazkowicz III. But I doubt anyone can pronounce my last name, and certainly NOBODY would know how to spell it," he laughs. "It's little wonder why my grandfather got referred to as Billy Blaze, or my great great grandfather got referred to as Blazko."

"Well then, Bill," Glynda says with a slight smile. "It'll be...interesting, to work with you," she says, extending her hand.

"Likewise. And I apologize in advance about any damage and/or pain," the Slayer responds as he extends his hand as well.

Glynda was about to ask what he meant, but once his hand was squeezing hers, she understood, wincing a little through the pain. "Wow you're strong."

"Just wait until he hugs you," Daisy chimes in. "RIP your spine."

"We'll see," Glynda says, checking the time on her watch. "Well, we both have work to do. Thanks for meeting with me."

"You're welcome. Want to see us off?" The Slayer asks, getting up, Glynda noticing how he seemed to be the same height as Ozpin, yet at the same time carried himself grander. She was curious what he meant as she followed them into an alley, eyes widening as a portal opened up before them. "We'll be in touch," He says as everyone but her steps through, portal closing behind them. Wow Mr. Blaze. Where were YOU a few decades ago? Why couldn't you have gotten here sooner? And why is it you attract so much female attention, myself—no Glynda, control yourself. You're a teacher at Beacon, just behind Ozpin, you're not a hormonal teenager.