CH.2
So he's a "tourist"?
It took them the better part of the remaining daylight to get Vincent's craft back to Beacon. Luckily it had remained mostly intact, "landing" in a small field it only clipped a few trees. Thankfully with the help of Glynda's semblance, they didn't have to disassemble the craft any further than it had already done itself. Ozpin had been kind enough to let the craft be stored in one of Beacon's spare warehouses that was mostly empty. After placing the craft inside the warehouse Glynda let out a huff and turned to walk away before Vincent's voice stopped her.
"Thanks for the help Glynda," he grinned and winked at her. "If you ever need help with anything, I owe you one."
"Then start with not destroying my campus while you are here." She let out another huff before continuing to walk away, trying to recover any relaxation she could before tomorrow.
Vincent watched as she walked away before turning to Ozpin who was still standing by and looking over the craft. It had a shape much like a fighter jet, but with large fans in each wing. The underside was covered in dirt and scraped to hell, but nothing that couldn't be fixed. Vincent approached the craft and placed his hand on it.
"Your craft must mean a lot to you." Ozpin broke the silence, taking a sip from his mug after.
"It does," Vincent removed his hand and walked along the side of the craft. "She's been with me for some time and I don't like seeing her like this."
Vincent ran his hands over the scratch up words on the side of the hull, Palaestra. Just past the words there were a set of indented spots intended to be used to climb into the craft, much like Vincent was doing. Ozpin watched as the cockpit slid open and Vincent disappeared inside before once again leaving the craft. First dropping a bag and then jumping down from the craft, and walking under one of the wings. Ozpin watched as Vincent went to work opening a panel and starting to pull out storage case after case sliding them over to where the bag he dropped was sitting.
"And what would all this be then?" Ozpin asked with a cocked eyebrow
"Just my survival equipment and tools," he motions to the boxes as he walked over and set the last one down with the rest before picking up the bag. "This is just spare clothes and toiletries."
"I see, well while you are staying here you will be given full access to our facilities," Ozpin adjusted his glasses. "That is if you accept my terms."
"And what were those again?" Vincent asked as he started opening crates and taking stock of anything that had been damaged.
"They are quite simple requests," Paused as Vincent stood. "I'd like to have you as an employee of mine, I believe you would be of much use to me and the world as a whole."
"And what would you be having me do," Vincent asked with a cocky smile. "I don't come cheap by the way."
"Oh don't worry Vincent, you will be compensated handsomely. As far as what you'd be doing," Ozpin paused, looking for the right words. "I have many agents around the world who keep an eye on things that are concerning, but currently I have no one to keep an eye on more, local, problems."
"I see," Vincent set down the broken piece of metal he was holding. "Will this be wetwork, or are you wanting me to stay dry?" a devilish grin split Vincent's face.
"I see, I made the right assumptions about you Vincent, for the moment it will hopefully be dry, but I do believe that the forecast is predicting some rain soon. I assume you have an umbrella?" Ozpin asked him with a knowing look.
"Always on me," Vincent knocked on the armor he wore. "It keeps me pretty dry. So when do I start?"
"Soon, we will talk more about the details of your job soon, but for now it is the weekend," Ozpin motioned for Vincent to follow as he began to walk away. "And a more important issue must be dealt with first, Would you like a second story room or ground floor?"
Vincent smiled, grabbing his bag of necessities and followed behind Ozpin.
"I've always enjoyed a view."
With the next morning came more paperwork than Vincent was expecting. As a cover Ozpin was having him pose as a student teacher. Most of the day was spent creating a fake identity for Vincent so if any of the other teachers or students had questions he would have answers. The easiest part being making Vincent an officially licensed huntsmen. Ozpin knew such a thing could possibly cause him to lose his job, but he didn't seem to care much as he forged document after document making Vincent an Alumni of Beacon.
With most of the hard work for the day over Vincent excused himself to go and get some food as he had skipped breakfast and it was well past one in the afternoon. Walking through the halls he did receive a few looks from students, but most had already read the email that had been sent out about their new combat class student teacher. He had an idea why he was placed there, but still questioned Ozpin's sanity since he would be working with Glynda, Ms. Goodwitch, he corrected himself in his mind, especially with how mistrusting she seemed to be surrounding his existence.
He was glad however that Ozpin hadn't pried into his origins too much and simply accepted the answers that Vincent had given him. All Ozpin knew was he was simply from a different dimension and he left it at that. However he did assure Ozpin he was in fact human and not some sort of Atlas prototype android that had run away. He was very insistent that I promised him I wasn't from Atlas.
Entering the large cafeteria, Vincent made his way to where he could order. Thankfully, the kitchen was still open for lunch. Ordering the largest burger they had with added bacon and caramelized onions as well as a mountain of french fries. Thanking the workers, Vincent picked up his tray and looked around for a table. Or he would have, if as soon as he turned around he hadn't been stopped by the same blond from yesterday. For a second he stood there before just walking around her, causing her to break the silence while jogging to get back in front of him.
"Nope, not happening," This time Yang bounced from foot to foot blocking his path. "No Ozpin out today, now you get to answer my question."
Vincent stood there, watching the absurd display. Eventually the girl in red from the other day approached them.
"Sis what are you doing, leave Mr. Briggs alone." The girl grabbed her blond sister's hand and started to pull her away.
"Hey Ruby stop it," the blond pulled her arm free. "He at least owes us some kind of explanation."
"We all read the email this morning, we know who he is," Ruby looked at Vincent with a look that could only mean I'm sorry. "Now stop bothering him, he probably wants to eat his food," Ruby walked past her sister to Vincent. "I'm really sorry for Yang bothering you."
"Not a problem," Vincent let out a small chuckle. "She is right. I do owe you some kind of explanation, but I'm kinda tired of holding this tray, I'd be fine joining your team for lunch."
"If it really isn't a problem, then right this way Mr. Briggs," Ruby gestured to follow.
"And it's just Vincent, please don't call me Mr. Briggs, I'm not that old," Vincent hung his head as he followed.
Making it to the table Vincent sat down at the edge of the group, Ruby quickly introduced everyone. They let him at least eat a bit of his food before the questions came.
"So are you like some kind of evil alien from a different dimension," The girl he now knew as Nora asked, mouth full of food.
"Nora please swallow before speaking," the boy next to her, Ren, said shaking his head.
Luckily all at the table had looked at Nora and missed Vincent's near heart attack at the second almost perfect guess, of course minus the evil alien part, in two days. Most people don't even get that close assuming he is just from the future. So to have two people back to back hit the nail on the head had the food he was trying to swallow get stuck. Luckily he was able to get the food down before anyone noticed.
"So," Nora asked again, now with an empty mouth. "Are you?"
"No Nora, I'm afraid I am quite human," He said the second half in a faux sarcastic voice. "But I am from another dimension."
"I knew it," she jumped to be standing on the table pointing a drumstick at him. "You're here to prepare us for an interdimensional invasion, tell us what we must do to stop this fate."
The table sat in silence for a second before Vincent leaned back, throwing the back of his hand to his head feigning worry for being caught.
"No I've been exposed, how could I be so clumsy," he said before falling into a fit of laughter, "I'll give you that kid, you have an amazing imagination," He barely managed to get it out before continuing to laugh, the rest of the group having joined him
Nora made her way down off the table as the laughing slowly died down.
"If you're not from a different dimension then what was that big hole in the sky then?" Nora asked, pouting.
"Sadly," He said, picking up a fry and eating it. "A woman must have her secrets after all," He winked in the general direction of the group eliciting another round of giggles. "But honestly that is some top secret stuff, Other than that, any other questions."
Weiss was the first to break the silence, looking quite distraught.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to catch you with my glyphs the other day, the wind at that height had you moving around too much for me to catch," She said solemnly.
"Oh, you were making those white things," Vincent said in surprise. "I didn't know those were safe, I kinda steered around them. So no apology needed," He sighed. "If anything I wish I had known to go into them, the fuel I used to dodge your, glyphs right, well if I had some saved I could have landed fine. But I accidently blew it all, dodging them, without noticing. That's the only reason I hit the ground like that," Vincent ate another fry. "Luckily that suit I was wearing can stop a lot more than that, I still had a nasty headache though."
"You were dodging them," She said with a look of relief. "I was scared I had lost my control over my semblance, and that I might have failed to save a life."
"She's been beating herself up about it all night," Ruby spoke. "I've been telling her it wasn't her fault, but she just keep blaming herself."
"Ruby!" Weiss elbowed her teammate in the side.
Once again the table found itself engulfed in laughter.
Finishing his food, Vincent excused himself and said goodbye to team RWBY and JNPR. Making his way out of the cafeteria he found his way to the warehouse that now stored his plane. He set himself to work looking through all the crates of gear and taking inventory. Overall most of the equipment was intact. Now came the long task of checking over Palaestra, and making her fight worthy again. Opening a small panel towards the nose, he flipped a few switches and watched as a screen popped to life with the critical info of the craft. Most of the hydraulic systems were still within function. Pressing a button, the landing gear of the craft began to extend, lifting it off the ground.
"There you go beautiful, now let's get you back in the sky." Vincent said beginning his visual inspection of his craft.
It wasn't long before his ears perked up at the sound of high heels clicking his way, he didn't even have to look to know who it was.
"Ms. Goodwitch." Vincent said, turning around.
"Just Glynda when we aren't in the classroom please," She stopped ten feet from him holding a stack of folders. "I expect you to be ready and prepared for tomorrow's classes," She placed the stack of folders on one of the closed cases. "This is all the students that we see grouped by what period they attend," She took a second folding her arms before finishing. "Ozpin has informed me to let you run tomorrow's class, so you better get reading."
"Will do," As he stepped forward she turned and began to walk away. "I hope you're not still holding a grudge over some dirt and concrete, I mean it looks like nothing happened by the way. That power," He paused. "Your semblance, it's quite impressive."
"Just don't make a habit of me cleaning up your messes and we won't have a problem," She said, turning around. "Now I expect to see you at seven sharp, first period starts at seven thirty."
With that Glynda turned and walked away leaving Vincent to his pile of folders.
"You know, I forgot how much work being a teacher was." He spoke to himself in the empty warehouse, letting out a long sigh.
Authors Note
WHAT 2 chapters in one day, crazy. To be honest I wrote the first chapter, posted it, and had to keep writing. Well then, now that i'm done, I'm going to take a nap, see you next chapter