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Getting a week off proved both easy and difficult part of the task to do. Finding a week when most of the students and faculty were off doing missions wasn't difficult. Being able to convince Ozpin and Glynda to let him was the harder part. The two had been planning to give Jaune a private orientation around Beacon while most of the students/staff were away. Aka monopolizing his time for the longest massage time with Aura. Jaune managed to convince to let him after he gave each of them a 3-hour-long massage with Aura on different days. Of course, they didn't tell the others what they had gotten, otherwise Jaune would've been completely tied up.
"I needed this," breathed out Glynda as Jaune pressed down on a knot, letting a groan escape out of her.
"You certainly are busy," said Jaune as his hands glided on Glynda's back, pressing down on her muscles when necessary, spine included.
"Comes with the territory of being Vice-Headmistress of Beacon as well as the combat instructor," mumbled Glynda.
'As well as being the one to fix all the damages the students can cause,' added Glynd in her mind before it faded away as Jaune attacked a particular knot in her back.
"I can see that," mused Jaune as he let his Aura flow, "You seem to always find a way to get more knots when you see me. One would think you're doing this on purpose just for an excuse to see me."
"Well you do give excellent massages," mumbled Glynda.
Jaune smiled as he began working on her calves, glancing over at Glynda's head. She had put her hair down, something she rarely did. He understood why she kept her hair up in a bun, but seeing it down really emphasized her beauty. Especially since he could see she took care of her hair. Shaking himself out of the trance, Jaune focused on massaging Glynda once more.
"Excellent job as always," said Glynda when Jaune finished up.
"Always glad to meet your expectations," smiled Jaune as he began cleaning up, putting some oils away while taking note what he needed to refill.
While Jaune went into another small room where he kept his spices and oil, Glynda was humming to herself as she put on her bra after wiping herself down with a wet towel. Using her semblance, she easily let the warm towel wipe over her body, taking her time. After putting her lace underwear and bra on, she sat on the bed to stretch her body a little.
Well aware of her assets and looks, Glynda didn't mind that Jaune was just behind a thin sheet that separated the area, putting his stock away. He was technically a colleague, though that would change to student if he made it into Beacon in the future. Being a Huntress meant privacy and such went out the window when working or camping outside with a team. One couldn't ask for privacy to change clothes if they were working with others, otherwise that was a death wish in some if not most cases. One just had to work through it for safety.
Glynda was already summoning her clothes to her side when the door suddenly opened. Normally, this door would've been locked when Jaune had a patient. Even with a new 'office', it was really just an unused room that had been created to a makeshift office, with sheets or other objects to act as partitions.
Usually, other people wouldn't be able to get through the electronic lock so easily, but a few of the senior members of the staff could bypass it with their authority. Though most of them were currently out on the field, and Ozpin knew better to interrupt a massage session unless it was an emergency. Leaving just one, whom had been given the bypass code this semester because of his own rank and authority.
James Ironwood came walking through the door with a Scroll in hand.
"Jaune, I'm sorry for coming in unannounced, but I have some questions to ask you about….," began James, only to trail off when his eyes landed on his surroundings.
Sitting in front of him on a bed was Glynda in just lace underwear and her hair down. Now, considering he had rudely barged into the room unannounced, his mind was far from calm, especially seeing such a sinful sight in front of him. His semblance, Mettle, was working overtime, but it wasn't enough. It was no big secret that he admired Glynda for both her work ethics and beauty.
To him it was as if Glynda was a faithful wife who had been waiting for him to come back home, having taken a shower already with her slightly wet skin and ready to seduce him. While James was no stranger to a naked body with his position in the military, having grown numb from seductions attempts while rising in the ranks, see Glynda like that was a different level.
Still, his semblance managed to snap him back to reality, recognizing what was truely going on. The he had just barged into a massage that had either just started or finished….. one he hoped was the later as the former would probably leave him in the hospital for long period of time…. if he left.
"I'm sorry, I should've-" began James, only to suddenly float in the air. Though he could break out of it, he gave no struggle, leaving his fate in Glynda's telekinetic hand.
Glynda first shoved him out of the room, and then threw him down the hall out an open window, where he soared until her was slammed into some trees and into the ground, creating a crater.
"More than I deserved, less painful then I thought," groaned James as he managed to pick himself up, "Guess I was lucky to have entered at the tail end of the massage."
He could only blame himself for this disaster. He had been excited to see many ex-Huntsmen and Huntresses of Atlas respond to his inquiries about learning a new technique to help the military. Quite a few had retired but were unsatisfied with their current lifestyle. They wanted to do more, but their own injuries or handicap prevented them from doing so.
James had ran over to Jaune, hoping to ask him some more questions about his Aura massage….. which led him to this current predicament.
"I see that you've found Glynda," said Ozpin as he appeared, holding a cup of coffee.
"Yea," groaned James as he picked himself up, "That'll be my fault. I'll have some men take care of this crater and pay the proper reparations."
Ozpin nodded as he left, leaving James to plan out how to properly ask Jaune some questions without risking his life.
"Oh, and I would avoid both Glynda and Jaune for a bit," advised Ozpin, "Glynda will certainly annoyed by you, and my own massage is next, and I would prefer not to have an intruder during that time."
Droy groaned as he sat down, rubbing his back.
"I might just have to bite the bullet and find another masseur," sighed Droy as he opened up his Scroll. As he was looking at some clinics, an e-mail came through, causing him to raise an eyebrow. He would've ignored it, if it wasn't the fact an old name caught his eye. Eleysium Oasis.
Quickly opening the e-mail, Droy began reading through it before his eyes opened wide. His fingers moved quickly, tapping on his scroll rapidly before praying that it wasn't a joke. He got an e-mail confirmation, and he whooped out loud, causing quite a few people to look at him.
Droy didn't care as he rushed to his boss's office, kicking the door open.
"Boss, I'm taking Monday morning off!" shouted Droy.
The manager blinked as Droy kicked his way in before stammering, "Umm, but Monday is our heavy shipment day. I'm afraid I can't approve of-"
Droy interrupted him, "I wasn't asking. I am telling you I'm taking it off."
Without giving him a chance, Droy left the office.
The manager could only sigh as he pulled up the schedule, taking Droy off the Monday morning shift, leaving him for the afternoon shift. Droy had accumulated more than enough sick/vacation days, and worked in the docks enough to have seniority on this sort of sudden change in shift granted to him.
Meanwhile, Droy was cackling and hooting about his upcoming appointment.
"So are you adjusting to Beacon," asked Ozpin as he let Jaune's hand roam across his back.
"Farely well," admitted Jaune as he pushed down, "I'm very thankful for this opportunity."
"Then why not take the time that you have to study some more?" asked Ozpin, "Since your schedule is relatively light for the upcoming week, I was willing to let you open up a week in Vale, but I would have thought you would've used it to study and train more."
"Ah well, I felt like I owed my old customer base something," blushed Jaune as he used his shoulder to wipe off a sweat on his neck, "Plus, I felt like I needed a little break. Been going at the books a lot, and Pyrrha and the others have been helping/tutoring me whenever they get the chance. So has Pro…. Doctor Oobleck in regards to history, though I have to ask him to slow down sometimes."
"That is something a few students has complained about," chuckled Ozpin, "Though he is a very thorough teacher. And it does do the mind good to take a break sometimes, even if it's more work of a different variety."
Jaune nodded before pushing on a knot in the arm he found, causing Ozpin to groan in reaction.
"Headmaster? May I ask you some questions about Aura?" asked Jaune.
"Go ahead. I will do my best to respond to your questions, but please do forgive me if I don't answer right away," smiled Ozpin as he relaxed. He could feel the tension ebbing away, tensions that had always carried through his lifetimes.
Jaune smiled as he began to ask questions, allowing Ozpin to clarify some points that Jaune didn't understand.
"That wasn't hard," murmured Jaune as he began preparing for his week out. He was making sure he had all the essentials he needed. Junior had been generous enough to rent a temporary room for him at a location that was near his original place. It would allow his old patients to find him without much hassle.
Of course, the price to do so was that he had to give him, Melanie, and Miltia Aura massages. Something he didn't mind doing, but they insisted on paying for it as well despite the fact he was renting a building/room from them.
Meanwhile, Junior was having some of his men working as technicians for Jaune's appointments, and they were busy scheduling appointments. As soon as the e-mail had been sent out, they were flooded with requests. Jaune wouldn't have imagined that he would've been this popular, especially with the Faunus community, but he was too busy setting his temporary clinic up.
Other than that, he was currently busy massaging Junior, who groaned in relief as Jaune pushed down another knot.
"Geez, I needed that," groaned Junior.
"Business doing good?" asked Jaune.
"It's picking up with the Vytal Festival," grunted Junior, "Getting lots more people in the nightclub. If your gig hadn't blown up, you'd be swamped with customers too."
Jaune could only shrug. It might've been true, but he was happy at his current location, despite business was being a little slow with a lot of teams out on the field or studying.
"You doing your Aura massage during your open week?" asked Junior, closing his eyes to enjoy the massage.
"Not sure," replied Jaune, "Most of the returning customers are most likely civilians, or people without their Aura unlocked. Wouldn't make sense to do so."
"I'll give you the little booster drink I made for you before just in case," said Junior, "Miltia and Melanie would kill me if I didn't."
"Appreciated, though not sure if I need it as much now," thanked Jaune, "Been noticing it's easier to sustain my Aura now. Wonder if my control's gotten better."
'It's not that, but your reserves are increasing too,' thought Junior mentally. He had noticed it during the massage, but decided not to voice it out.
Salem raised an eyebrow when she received a message on her Scroll. Yes, she had a Scroll even though she primarily used either Watts as her intermediary for such messages or her Grimm Seer. She did have to admit she admired the ingenuity of people for developing such technology, and it was Watts who created a relay tower that allowed them to receive such communications.
Opening up the message, she saw that Cinder had actually made an appointment for her for a massage from Jaune. Coincidentally, he was doing a promotion where he would actually be out of Beacon to treat his old patients while welcoming some lucky new ones.
Salem hummed as she had merely toyed with the thought of getting a massage, but since there was a chance to see the boy in action, Salem decided to take it. Cinder had been thoughtful to choose the last day at the last appointment slot. Easy to get in and out without arousing suspicion. Salem pondered about this Aura massage that she had heard so much about, and was curious. Perhaps if the chance was given, she would convince the boy to do so. Even if she was part Grimm now, she had a soul, even if people cursed her saying she was a soulless and heartless bitch.
"Hazel," called out Salem.
"Yes?" asked Hazel as he appeared before Salem.
"Make preparations. We will be visiting Vale undercover. Do be sure not to let Tyrian or Arthur know," ordered Salem.
Hazel nodded with a grunt as he left. He understood not to question Salem's decision, so long as it led to Ozpin's destruction. Once originally an enemy, he now stood by Salem as she convinced him to stand by her as she made a new world order.
He was already a silent and stoic man, so there was no worry about him spilling the beans to the two other agents. Hazel understood why. Tyrian was a fanatic who would most likely kill anyone who disrespected his goddess, whether intentional or not. Arthur would most likely hold it over Cinder, whom he enjoyed taunting constantly. That could risk Cinder losing control of her behavior, but more importantly, risk letting their enemies know their position.
Though he was confused as to why they would be going to Vale, he decided to let it be. It would be nice to see other human faces, despite his previous hermit-like life.
Salem hummed before taking out an old bracelet. It had been crafted hundreds of years ago, back when she became the first Grimm-human hybrid when she jumped into pools of Grimm to commit suicide. She had made it in hopes of disguising her true nature to walk upon humans again, but discarded that thought soon after. She instead kept to herself for years until the day her ex came into her life.
Putting it on, her skin and hair began to change. Going into her personal room where nobody could see her, Salem took off her clothes to inspect the changes, ensuring there wasn't any defects. Salem looked into the mirror to see her old self once more, fair skin, platinum blonde hair, and light blue eyes. She inspected herself to make sure there was no patches of her current skin color nor Grimm markings, even to go so far as to inspecting her chest, lifting them up to check the underside of her breasts.
"Good, looks like the disguise is still holding," murmured Salem as she looked at herself once more. Her eyes grew slightly teary before a wave of disgust came upon her. She was looking at her old, weak self, the one who needed to be rescued from a tower, the one who failed to win against the Brothers, and the one who let the first incarnation of Ozma die.
"This won't do," said Salem before waiving her hand over the bracelet.
Immediately, her hair darkened to black, similiar to Cinder's own hair. She kept her skin color the same, as she had always liked it, and finally, she made her eye colors darker, making them into sapphire blue. She changed her hairstyle and let it down, allowing it to flow down to her waist behind her before making it silky smooth. Her bangs were swept to the left side of her face, letting some of it drop down past her cheek while the rest were behind her back.
Salem inspected her form once more, finding it passable on the beauty scale, before nodding in satisfaction.
So she a little vain in her looks, she was a woman still. Even in a disguise, she made sure her beauty was still up to par.
Salem packed a few clothes that she had prepared for such events, making sure she didn't take her usually black clothes to ensure she kept her disguise. Her eyes wandered to her old dress, when she captive in her tower, before scoffing and tossing it away. She had kept it as a reminder of her own weakness, to never go back to that naive form, but she wasn't going to wear it. She had a few other clothes that were more brightly colored, though not much.
"Perhaps a little shopping will do," murmured Salem as she finished her choices before holding up a bra. Being honest, having magic and being a Grimm hybrid meant her breast were kept in peak and perky condition. Something she was thankful for, if only a little. Still, to keep up the disguise, she needed one to use. Shrugging, she threw the bra into her luggage, finishing up with her choice of clothing and donning a black cloak before she heard knocking.
"Your transport is ready," rumbled Hazel, though his voice was being transmitted to a Grimm Seer who had knocked on her personal quarters. Everyone knew better than to even approach her personal quarters.
"Excellent. I'll be there shortly," stated Salem as she took off the bracelet, transforming her back to her usual looks and clothes. She would wear it when they got closer to Vale.
Minutes later, an airship launched off from the Grimmlands, heading towards Vale.