Ozpin prides himself on the structure that he has made around his life. Going to bed at the perfect time. Waking up feeling like a brand-new soul. Making a proper breakfast. Preparing the right caffeine intake. Double checking his schedule. 'Structure'.

So, imagine him sleeping peacefully and dreaming of a nice, grassy, quiet field, and then a huge surge of energy with a mix of magical properties that feels like reality is being torn apart and the apocalypse has set in and wakes him up. Anyone would safely jump out of bed and run halfway to their panic room at that.

At least, until Ozpin looked out his window and was met with both a terrifying, yet beautiful, sight. It seemed like the night sky was raining stars as each particle hit a surface and disintegrated at the very touch. It also seemed like he was only catching the end of the sight as it began to fade bit by bit until the sky returned to normal.

Now, Ozpin could think of several causes for what just happened. Salem had a boost of power, the Brother Gods have returned with a show, he's still dreaming, Glynda might have spiked his coffee earlier to try and get him to relax during the day but failed at measuring the dosage, and so forth.

However, his ideas on what caused the anomaly were interrupted as he spotted a bird flying very awkwardly and looking as if it was about to crash into his window. Thinking quickly, he opened it just as it flew throw and crashed onto his marble floor. Which probably wasn't any softer but at least it wouldn't have shards of glass littering its little body.

Soon enough, without him looking, the bird was replaced by a grown man with black hair, grey and black clothing, stubble, and a sword strapped to the back of his waist. With his butt planted on the floor of the two-floor studio apartment, the former bird looked up at Ozpin with a wince of pain.

"I don't believe I was expecting you so late, Qrow," the Professor acknowledged.

The man on the floor got up and cracked his back with a wince and then rolled his shoulder as he grunted slightly in pain and ignored Ozpin. He then reached into his pocket, taking out a small object and tossing it over to the Professor.

Ozpin blinked at the item and then at Qrow. "What's this?"

"Something that came out of that light show outside and hit me while I was flying. Don't know what it is, don't know what it's supposed to be. All I do know is that it hit like a brick, came out of that weird shooting light show outside, and that you're probably the only one who can make heads or tails of it right now. Anyways, I'm heading out again."

And just like that, Qrow dived out the open window, a fan of dramatics as per usual. Ozpin rolled his eyes at the action and then looked down at the object in his hands. On closer inspection, it looked like a golden ball-like decoration with a long tail that ends in a swirl, two feathered wings, and a cross fleury at its center.

In all honesty, it was very strange. While it felt incredibly solid and also dense, the wings and tail bent in many directions and it was slightly soft. Yet it had a reflective layer not too dissimilar to gold. That, and it was cracked in a few places. Almost like it was... dead? No. That wasn't it.

Before Ozpin could think further on it, his eyes fluttered a bit as he let out a yawn. Perhaps he could deal with this in the morning. And perhaps he'd also be surprised at how some of the cracks disappeared when he woke up.

Allen groaned; head placed on a soft cushion as he started blinking back into consciousness and the world appeared blurry. He slowly remembered what happened. One minute, he was driving somewhat decently and could see the settlement not too far from him. The next thing he knew, something hit the engine and he lost control before he...

'Ow!'

He rubbed the top of his head as he now took notice of the tree branch sticking through the broken windshield. Right, he spun the wheel back and forth from surprise and hit a tree not too far from the front gate. And to make matters worse, he assumed the red at the top left corner of his vision meant he was bleeding.

'Great. Can this get any worse?'

Suddenly, the driver seat door was ripped off the hinges as he now stared face to bleeding face with a large, built man with tanned skin, light blue eyes, a short-sleeve shirt that did nothing to hide his muscles, no hair, and a strange looking hybrid between a revolver and a sword. Allen simply stared at the man's serious expression before it turned into a 180 as the man took in his appearance.

"Crap, it's a kid! Fiye, you nearly shot a kid!"

'Oh, that's what hit the car...'

The man gently pulled Allen out of the driver's seat and gently carried him.

'He has really soft hands.'

Allen was unable to resist much. He couldn't tell if it was from shock or perhaps a concussion. Maybe both. This man had really soft hands. And that was his last that as he saw the frame of a large gate open up and the man carried him through.

When he woke up, on the other hand, he found himself in a strange bed with a blanket decorated with images of mechanical... bird-like contraptions flying through a sky? In all honesty, he was unfamiliar with the design. As he pulled the blanket aside and stood up, he immediately regretted it as a sharp pain momentarily hit his head before fading.

Once he had his bearings, he began to notice more about the room he was in. More of those strange, mechanical things were hanging off strings from parts of the ceiling, although high enough to avoid someone hitting their head on it. On the surface of the dresser, desk, and nightstand stood decorated stood small, extremely detailed figures wearing a white uniform with black gloves, vest, and black chaps over white pants and a strange helmet with what he assumed was a black visor that covered their eyes. Each was in several poses and sometimes the helmets had something that covered their mouths.

Slowly, he made his way out of the room and was welcomed by a small hallway. On closer inspection, the house was neatly kept and organized. Picture frames lined the wall with the tanned man from earlier, except for the hair he had in some of the older photos, and some of the pictures were of a child of varying ages. Probably a son, which explained the room he just left.

As he exited the hallway, he had to blink a few times to ensure he wasn't seeing things as he watched the man who had rescued him earlier cook with a pink apron saying 'best mom' on it. The man was also looking back at Allen and the two maintained direct eye contact for a few moments in silence before he spoke with a smile.

"Ah, good. You're awake. Come on, sit. I just finished making lunch."

On the one hand, Allen was cautious around the stranger. However, on the other hand, free food AND it smelled great. So, he wisely chose to sit down with a cautious look as the man took off the apron and walked over to a small dining table with two plates. On it was macaroni and cheese, and some mashed potatoes.

Allen eyed the food as the man placed the plates down, went back into the kitchen, and came back with some utensils and cups of water. Once the man sat down, they both just sat there silently as the man chuckled before taking the first bite and looking at Allen expectantly.

"It's not poisoned or anything if that's why you're cautious."

Allen blinked before blushing slightly in embarrassment. Slowly, he grabbed a fork and quickly ate a bite of the macaroni as the man smirked and started counting.

"Three. Two. One..."

Allen's eyes widened and within seconds, he began to utterly clean the dish and within seconds, not a single crumb remained as he set the plate down with a satisfied smile. The man across from him slid his own plate full of food to him.

"Here. I'm not as hungry yet and it seems like you can eat more."

The white-haired teen eyed the food and then looked back at the man. "A-are you sure?"

Allen was taken by surprise as the man let out a loud laugh.

"S-so you can talk! Damn kid, I almost thought you were mute for a second!"

Allen gave him a small pout as the man continued to laugh. Sighing, he resigned to eating the second plate and downing the cup of water. Once he was done, he flinched from a bit of pain coming from the side of his head. Reaching up, he gently caressed a small bandage as the man across from him crossed his arms and sighed.

"Yeah, sorry about that kid. Our rear guard for the village is a bit trigger-happy with the Grimm that the direction of Mt. Glenn. Granted, we don't need to worry about them as much since they stay within the city save for a few strays. We certainly were surprised when we heard something approaching. Your car sounded like a Goliath for a second!"

The man laughed again but Allen was more concerned with something else. His clothes, more precisely. In the past few moments of consciousness, he didn't notice he was wearing something different. Gone were the only remaining piece of his exorcist uniform and the jacket he had on earlier. Instead, he was wearing a very comfortable short sleeve shirt and sweats with a black and white color scheme. Not only that, but his left arm was out in the open yet the man didn't seem to focus on it. Like it was a daily thing for him! Back on topic though...

"Um, I don't believe these were the clothes I was wearing originally." Allen pointed out.

"No, they're my son's. He doesn't live here anymore..."

The man wore a sad expression. Allen looked at him with worry.

"Is he...?"

"Yes... he moved out."

Allen blinked and then glared at the man across from him who was trying as hard as he could to avoid laughing.

"Sorry. But no, my son moved out a few years back. I and my wife just keep the room nice and tidy for when he visits. He's a pilot for Atlas Airships."

Allen stared at him curiously. 'That name, Atlas. It was on that map from Mt. Glenn. If I remember correctly, it's in the far north of this world. And he pilots those bulky airships the size of buildings? No, the technology in this world is very advanced. Perhaps those weird machine toys in his room? Wait a second, the clothes!'

He instinctively held the clothes tighter to his person as the man blinked at him in confusion before waving his hands. "Oh wait! Don't worry, it was my wife that changed you out of those clothes you had on earlier! She's a doctor at the village clinic and she was also the one who patched you up. Anyways, I never did introduce myself, did I? The name is Ray, by the way. Ray Atar."

Allen looked at him suspiciously before sighing. "Allen. Allen Walker. My apologies and thank you again for your help along with patching me up."

"No problem. Although, if you don't mind, I have some questions." Ray said.

"Um, alright?"

"Okay. First, what were you doing at Mt. Glenn?"

"...Pardon?" Allen asked.

The man crossed his arms. "Our village is one of the last few on the edge of Vale and we're the closest to Mt. Glenn. So, judging by the relic of a car you came in with and your belongings, I'd say you just came from there. But what I'd like to know is why anyone in their right mind would even go there. Granted, the scavenge there is worth well, but it's practically suicide. That, and you didn't even have a weapon on you. Just an outdated map, a weird lamp/ball thing, a nearly broken compass, and some basic supplies. Heck, and a few of them are old which means you scavenged them back in the city. So, again, what were you doing there?"

Allen swallowed nervously and sighed. "It's... not a long story but complicated. I honestly just woke up there with very little memory except for my name and age."

Ray looked at Allen like he was joking before his eyes widened. "Oh my gosh, you are not joking are you."

Allen shrugged with a nervous smile as the man just stared at him.

"HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!" The man yelled in surprise.

"...Luck?" Allen answered nervously.

Ray sighed. "Okay, so what were your plans coming here?"

"I... saw that the nearest settlement was Ashborne and came here."

The man nodded. "Smart. Gets you out of a danger faster if you're in a populated area with defenses against the local Grimm. Although, we changed the name from Ashborne to Briar Glenn a few years back."

"Briar Glenn?" Allen asked incredulously.

"Yeah, it was named in honor of the city after it fell. Any resources that were going to be sent there for expansion were divided among the residential villages after. It let our small settlement grow into a village."

"How many people live here?"

"Hm... I think we have around 850, give or take?"

Allen's jaw dropped. Shaking off his surprise, he continued. "Well, I came to the village to rest but my original plan WAS to drive to Vale."

The man looked at Allen as he pinched his chin between his thumb and index finger in thought. "Okay, but why?"

Allen sighed. "Well, my thought process when I found that map and saw that it was a major city was 'Gee, I might find some clues about my identity there!' So, after barely managing to avoid the Grimm, finding out how driving works within moments and then figuring out the directions, I made my way here and hoped that I could get directions on a safe path to Vale."

"I mean, you could always hop on the next Bullhead there."

"...Bull...head?" Allen asked.

Within the next 3 hours, Allen was bombarded with information as Ray had begun showing him around the town. It was mostly for him to adjust to his predicament and interact with people. He felt a little bad for lying about having memory loss, but he doubted that, despite how advanced this world was, he was going to sound crazy for saying he was from a different world entirely. And yet, the world of Remnant seemed to surprise him at every turn.

For starters, a Bullhead was an aerial vehicle capable of transporting cargo and people across great distances in a significantly shorter amount of time. That alone was surprising for him as, outside of an automobile, trains were the only other form of transport that could shorten the time on trips between long distances.

Then there was the currency. Lien. Specifically, the colored cards he was handed. From what he gathered, the colors on them represented different forms of the currency that was slightly difficult to make heads or tails of at first when he was given a stack of them. Turns out, that automobile he used to escape Mt. Glenn, despite how damaged it became, was a collector's item. Granted, he didn't get as much as it would go on the market, apparently, but he was still grateful. It amounted to around a few hundred Lien, give or take. He wasn't going to complain though.

Ray explained that the colors of the cards changed depending on the amount stored. How a currency was stored on them, he was utterly unsure. Some of the cards could also be recharged but others were traded with certain amounts stored and excess Lien was put in the rechargeables. It was very confusing but he just barely managed to absorb the information.

...After almost an hour and a half.

Next was Dust. Turns out it was NOT referring to just the specs of dirt that covered surfaces but also to a highly volatile material that was used as an energy source. Which explained most of these wonders of science this world had now gained. But it also made Allen turn green for a moment as he remembered those 'Dust Preserved Hunter Bars' he munched on the way here as the thought of his body digesting a volatile substance.

Ray, however, managed to help him avoid puking in the middle of the road by explaining that those bars were still edible, but not well to eat in large amounts. Which might explain his headache outside of the crash he had outside the village. Still, seeing a bullet shoot with the bonus of lightning at the target made Allen's eyes widen. Such an effect he was most familiar with from an Exorcist and their Innocence. For such a tool to be commonly widespread? Well, that explains how they could manage to survive against such creatures as the Grimm.

And then there was Aura. The manifestation of the human soul. The soul. Allen blinked a few times at that.

"You're joking," Allen said.

Ray was, in fact, not joking as he turned Allen around and the two watched a pair of guards race to the town's front gate with an ethereal glow of separate colors surrounding the two. Now, don't get him wrong. He could see the souls of Akuma. They were human souls trapped in machine-like bodies, forced to kill their loved ones that brought them back and wear their skin as a disguise while they murdered other innocent humans. He could see their tormented souls chained to their Akuma bodies.

For normal humans, however, it always was a simple outline of white light or a faint glow, never anything detailed. A world of black and white.

So, to see the human soul gain a physical manifestation that can be seen by even an ordinary eye? That caught Allen by surprise. To see it be used as a manifestation of power and enhance the users? That kept his mouth shut as Ray continued showing him around Briar Glenn.

This place felt less like a village and more like a town. Then again, the definitions probably differ between worlds. There was a school, a bank, a landing pad, and a garage that was used to store and maintain land vehicles when traveling to nearby villages. Then there was a market, not like what Mt. Glenn had in ruins as it was mostly stalls instead. Still, it was... oddly peaceful despite the dangers outside the walls.

Once they passed by a clinic, Allen froze again as he stared at the woman standing outside. She had grey hair tied into a bun, green eyes, and looked fairly good despite, what Allen assumed, being in her early forties. Ray went up to her and surprised her with a kiss on the cheek before bringing her into a bear hug. Didn't take much detective work to put together that was his wife. Save for one... small... detail.

She had a tail. A leopard tail to be more precise. It was poking out from the bottom of a white coat she wore, no different from those in the science division at the Black Order. Granted, there were also the latex gloves and the face mask that was pulled under her chin. But back to the tail, Allen blinked a few times before the woman spoke.

"You're staring."

Allen shook in surprise and a light blush formed on his cheeks as he bowed his head a bit. "I'm so sorry! That was rude of me, I didn't mean to stare." A few seconds passed before he heard a warm giggle. Looking up, he saw the couple before him trying to keep themselves from bursting out laughing.

"Sorry, sorry," the woman apologized. "It's just... it's been a while since we had the chance to tease someone. Our son moved out and everyone in the village has practically gotten used to our antics so a fresh new face is a welcome surprise. And a fellow Faunus to boot!"

Allen tilted his head. "Um, a Faunus?"

"Yes," the female doctor replied. "At least, that's what I could assume from your left arm. It appears to be a shell-like material at the fingers and hand before melding into a skin-like one up until your shoulder. At first, I thought you had a tattoo from the markings around the area of your shoulder blade, but there was no trace of any needle-like marks or swelling. Like you were born with them. And your scars- I am so sorry for what you must have been through. Such features are rare, even among us Faunus."

"Um... what's a 'Faunus'?" Allen asked

The doctor looked at him with a confused expression before her husband bent down slightly and whispered something to her. For a moment, her confusion seemed to increase before her eyes widened and she looked at Allen with pity.

"Oh my- I am so, so sorry." The woman apologized sympathetically. "I didn't know that you might have been suffering from some form of memory loss."

'And now that's two people I've had to lie to. But better this than being thrown in this world's version of a psychiatric ward.' Allen thought before waving their worries away. "It's alright. I don't think I remember enough to be offended by any of this. But, how about we start over with some simple introductions? Allen. Allen walker."

He held his right hand out for her. She looked at him with a smile before shaking it. "Graz. Graz Zure. And a pleasure to meet you, Allen. Although, I do have a question."

Allen stared at her indifferently. "Ask away."

"Is your name the one you remember having or something you picked when you woke up?"

"The former. Why?"

"It's just... it doesn't follow the color naming tradition."

Allen's brows drew together. "Color... naming...?"

Graz's shoulders slumped. "Now that... is a bit of a long story. I just recommend a history book for that. We have one back at our home if you'd like to give it a read."

His head shook with a soft and thankful smile. "Thank you, but my current goal is trying to get to Vale. I'm trying to find some clues about my situation or at least figure out an alternative and I thought my best bet would be to head to a city for that."

"I see," Graz said. "Well, I can understand the logic behind it a bit." She turned to Ray beside her. "Do we know when the next Bullhead head to Vale?"

Ray took out a strange, white rectangular object from his pocket and expanded it with a blue screen as it displayed a time of '11:42'. Allen had to hide his surprise but it seemed like Ray noticed it as he smiled and waved the device.

"Scrolls. They're devices with multiple functions ranging from communication and more. Although, I don't have much familiarity with them as I like to."

"My husband's not a tech wiz," Graz replied as Ray laughed.

"Nope! No, I am not! Anyways, we're going to be cutting it a bit close. We have about 18 minutes to get there."

Graz sighed. Her eyes lit up though as she got an idea. Grabbing a notepad from the breast pocket of her lab coat along with a pen, she began writing for a few seconds before tearing a piece of paper out and handing it to Allen, who took it with a blank face.

"It's an address," Graz explained. "Once you arrive in Vale, try and head to it. The man can provide you with some assistance." She hesitated for a moment. "He can also help provide you with a new identity if the need arises."

Allen squinted. "Need?"

She raised a hand and sighed. "Don't get me wrong, I don't doubt you'll avoid trouble. You seem like a good kid. A kind one. But... you don't get scars like from a quiet life. If you want my opinion, start over with a clean slate. Take it from a person whose job is to make sure people are healthy, avoid whatever path led you to be so... damaged."

Allen stared at her and then at the paper before placing it in his pocket with a nod. Ray patted his shoulder and gently began directing him to their last stop.

"Alright." He spoke. "Let's get you to that Bullhead."

When Allen arrived at the landing pad, a flat hexagon of concrete with blue lights spaced out, recognition dawned on his face as he managed to put two and two together of those strange models of machines Hog's son had in his room as aerial vehicles of this world as he recognized the Bullhead's by appearance. Seeing it up close, however, showed it incredibly larger than he previously assumed.

On a side note, besides the pilot of the vehicle, he was the only other person riding it. Not many travel back and forth between Vale and Briar Glenn. Either they have no need to or just don't find it worth it as, when he purchased a seat for travel, it cost nearly a fifth of what he got from scavenging that automobile from Mt. Glenn during his escape.

Before he left, Ray's wife, Graz, had raced back to their home and came back with spare clothes that were only slightly larger than Allen's size and a small book about the summary of their history. Not detailed but worth looking over. He did graciously accept the book and tried to refuse the clothes as the couple had been generous enough to nurse him back to health and help him get on his way.

But he quickly learned why Graz managed to land a man like Ray, who was a wall of muscle and at least a foot taller than her as she strong-armed Allen into accepting the clothes with a green-eyed glare she more than likely has years of practice with. When he asked the married couple why they would go so far out of their way to provide for him like this, they simply answered 'Is it wrong for adults to help a child survive?'

Allen looked at them with eyes full of surprise and tried to turn away to hide an embarrassed blush in an attempt to avoid being teased. He failed. The two teased him about it until the Bullhead's doors closed and the vehicle took off.

By then, it was around a three-hour ride to Vale that he spent studying Remnant's history in a small 200-page book. However, most of it was centered around a 'Great War' that, from just the small summarization of the first 50 pages alone, Allen paled at. The conflict just seemed... redundant by the reason but even he realized it was mostly the equivalent of a carbonated drink in a bottle shaken until it exploded at its start. The Four Kingdoms were simply at each other's throats, waiting for someone to throw the first punch.

The entire conflict was self-destructive and fueled by people trying to control others. It didn't just end with slave labor either. From what he gathered, the alliance between Mistral and Mantle revolved around them trying to repress self-expression and control the emotions of their citizens as a way to avoid Grimm attacks more effectively. This was ironic because this conflict of theirs against Vale and Vacuo, who were against such ideals being forced upon themselves and their citizens as well, attracted Grimm regardless, making the two sides unite under temporary truces multiple times to survive against these attacks!

Villages were destroyed, many of the citizens they swore to protect lost their lives, and this War lasted an overall ten years! The only positive thing to come out was the accelerated advancements in their weapons, technology, and strategy that stemmed from combating Grimm and each other.

The next 150 pages were divided between basics on Dust, some basic history on the founding Huntsman academies, and Mantle's capital being moved to Atlas and then raised into the sky by Gravity Dust. Now the picture of a floating city made Allen double take. There was more to learn as well. The Vytal Peace Accord, the Festivals, Faunus Rights, vehicles, common Grimm, and so forth. But the book was out of order a bit as it seemed designed to divide the information into sections to better absorb it. Allen, unfortunately, did not get a chance to finish it either.

He spent the remaining time trying very, very hard NOT to lose the lunch he had back at Briar Glenn. Even the pilot could hear his stomach rumbling from the cockpit of the Bullhead.

"HEY! IF YOU PUKE IN HERE, I'LL OPEN THE BAY DOORS AND KNOCK YOU OFF MYSELF!"

And so, it was another hour of pure hell. The minute they landed, he took off and puked in the nearest trash. By the time he was done, he finally got a chance to look at where they landed and the view. The landing pad was elevated on a cliff that was on the edge of the city's walls. On one side was a lush forest. On the other, a beautifully built city with large buildings and smiling people as he looked down at the roads and sidewalks. Everything was highlighted by neon signs that glowed too. Some were even transparent.

"Yeah, you never see something like this at the outer villages." The pilot commented. He stepped out of the bullhead and was already lighting a cigar with his helmet still on. Allen covered his nose and mouth a bit. He was already feeling dizzy from the ride here, no need to add more to it. "So, Kid, what's your plan now."

Allen's eyebrows rose. Now that he was in a populated area, properly defended from the creatures of Grimm, he had no idea what he was going to do. He had funds, but he doubted they'd last more than a few weeks. A bag of clothes so he doesn't need to go shopping for many necessities. Perhaps books? Maybe to study to get familiar with this new world. Although, he'd prefer to stay away from the academies and anything that made drag attention to him or drag him into another war after just getting out of the Holy War against the Earl.

His left arm can already be mistaken for a Faunus feature but he could also just say it's some advanced prosthesis from Atlas. From what little information he gathered about them, and the pictures in the book, they do offer such a service. He prays he won't actually need it but it does offer a good cover story while his innocence is deactivated. After all, he's more than sure that, despite the enhancement aura gives and their technology, the people in Vale, and Remnant, might more than likely panic if they see him transform his arm into a giant claw capable of stretching and growing to large sizes.

For his scars, he could probably make a story up about Grimm attacks or attacked due to being mistaken as a Faunus. He'd... prefer not to use the latter by milking sympathy while other Faunus actually suffer and are pushed to the side. But all this can wait as he is more than positive that this city will require some form of identification if he wants to start a new life here. And luckily for him, he had just the paper for it.

"Um," Allen attempted, and succeeded, at getting the pilot's attention as he handed him the slip of paper Graz gave him earlier. "Do you happen to know someplace that offers transportation services to get to this place?"

The pilot rubbed his chin for a moment as he stared at the address and the title. "Tukson's Book Trade?"

When Ozpin woke up this morning and remembered the events of last night, he expected to find the winged, golden orb still in his living room. Instead, it was laying on top of his chest when he opened his eyes, its wings fluttering once and a while.

"Um... hello there." He greeted the strange... object? Creature?

The orb tilted itself a bit before flying off his chest and onto the bedroom window sill, looking out over the city. Ozpin got up and walked over to it. Gently, he poked the top of its... head. Body? The thing was a golden orb with a fluffy tail and wings with a cross symbol on it. He was not going to go into anatomy on such a thing. And, considering his 'very' long life, that was saying something. Instead, he opted for talking with it.

Holding out his hands together, he waited for it to hop onto his palms as he brought it close to his face with a soft smile. "Well then, my name is Ozpin. I don't suppose you have a way to... communicate?"

The creature tilted itself as a mouth of sharp teeth opened, causing Ozpin to recoil for a moment before it projected a static, holographic screen. No image appeared, but there was a voice. A young, child-like voice that spoke despite sounding broken.

"Tim... can...py."

Ozpin blinked and slowly nodded as the creature closed its mouth again while it seemed to gag weekly. "Timcanpy? Is that your name?"

Tim shook its body up and down in Ozpin's hands as he smiled down at the creature. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Timcanpy."