Faunus poured through the gate, dressed in simple unranked military outfits and mechanics coveralls, the children the only ones who wore anything with color and those were mismatched.

Xander created a handful of tables and stocked them with large stacks of Konoha's chunin outfits as they were practical, comfortable, and hard to damage. He filled another table with scrolls and the one next to it with vials of lightning dust.

"Thank you," a bat faunus said, his smile showing off needle-like fangs.

"I'm always happy to help," Xander said.

"Is this all really for us?" a woman with glittering black eyes asked.

"I even created dust rich mountains nearby so you could mine your own dust and not have to deal with the human run mines," Xander told her.

"A faunus run mine," she said with a slowly growing smile.

"I'd rather go back to farming," a bull faunus said, "I want open air and sunlight."

"I'm sure they'll need farmers too," Xander assured him.

"Pardon me," an older fox woman said, "my son was missing a leg and Lady Tsunade said you could help?"

"Once the flow of people through the gate lessens, I'll go through and heal him," Xander promised.

"This all seems so unreal," she said. "I mean, we were slowly starving while working the mines and now…"

"I know how you feel," Xander said. "It's a lot to take in."

"But we're really free?" she asked.

"Completely," Xander assured her.

"I need to sit down," she said.

Xander gestured and a row of plastic and steel chairs appeared that he'd copied from a shoe store.

"You're a god?" she asked as she sat down.

"Planeswalker, but as Leo keeps reminding me, the difference is mostly just a few technical details," he admitted.

"Close enough for government work?" she guessed with a giggle at the absurdity of it all.

"Exactly," he agreed.

It took another ten minutes and three refills of the scroll table before the number of people coming through began to peter out. In that time he met dozens of people who thanked him and got several hugs.

"Okay, looks like we can go," Xander said.

Alisa got up, having finally introduced herself several minutes ago and still a bit embarrassed about it, even more so because it just amused Xander.

The pair walked through the portal into the auditorium where they'd brought everyone for healing, rows of cots lined up, a number still occupied by people missing limbs in one corner with Tsunade talking to them.

The fact that at least two thirds of them were small children made Xander tap a Blue Mana to stay calm.

"Lord Xander," Tsunade greeted him. "These are the only ones I couldn't restore to full health, so if you wouldn't mind?"

"Hello everyone, I'm Xander," he introduced himself. "What I'm going to do is basically throw a wave of healing light energies over the group of you. It's very bright and after you blink the spots from that out of your eyes you should be healed."

"Or they could close their eyes," Tsunade pointed out.

"No one ever closes their eyes," Xander said, "because what I do looks very silly and extremely girly so you just have to watch and laugh."

The children giggled, making Tsunade smile.

"You only think I'm kidding," Xander said. "Alisa, sit with your son, a little extra healing never hurt anyone."

The fox woman quickly joined her young son.

Xander did the wind up, sparks of light falling from his hands as he did so. "Moon Healing Escalation!" he called out and released a wave of light to wash over everyone in the area.

"That was more powerful than expected," Tsunade noted as she looked over a cat girl faunus. "I think you're getting better at it."

"Maybe," Xander said, the Blue Mana he was still cycling through his mind suggesting his motives and focus as well as its alignment with White Mana might have been responsible, at least in part.

"Perfect health," Tsunade told a young girl, sending her to rejoin her parents who were crying tears of joy.

Alisa picked up her son who was poking his new leg and wiggling his toes with a wide smile. "I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you."

"You looked silly," the little boy said with a grin.

Xander laughed. "I told you I would," he said with a smile before turning back to her. "Try to be a good person."

"That's it?" Alisa asked.

"Yeah," Xander agreed. "Try and if you fail, try again."

"Some people make that really hard," she said, thinking of the overseers.

"I know," Xander agreed. "Good people often have to have a word with them and that word is often STAB."

Alisa giggled.

"I don't preach non-violence, I preach don't be a… bad person," Xander said, changing what he was about to say so her son wouldn't learn a new word. "Remember good doesn't mean nice, and defense of yourself and others is never wrong."

"That's a good philosophy," Alisa decided.

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"Sir," one of the few soldiers who had two brain cells to rub together reported to General Ironwood, "Xander has just performed a mass healing, restoring missing limbs to everyone in the auditorium."

"Any problems with the soldiers standing guard?" he asked.

"Johnson almost raised his weapon, but stopped himself while blinking spots from his eyes."

"Good," the cyborg said with a nod as he typed something into his scroll. "If he's here to restore limbs then I best get in line."

"Can he really-" the soldier stopped and recalled all the things he'd seen Xander do, since multiple people were filming him even when he slept. "Yes, sir."

The soldier led the way into the nearly empty auditorium where Xander and Tsunade were examining a young bird faunus with only one hand, her parents a bird and cat faunus watching anxiously.

"You never had a hand, so healing you to the best condition you were in your life wouldn't fix that," Xander said, "but not to worry, I'll just heal you to the best you can possibly be according to your DNA which should include at least two hands."

The parents were holding each other and quietly praying as Xander licked his thumb and ran it across her forehead.

"Yuck!" the little girl said.

"Regeneration," Xander said as he empowered her and triggered the enchantment, causing the little bird girl to swell in size, her white feathers growing longer as a hand grew from her stump.

The little girl squealed. "I can count to ten now!" She wiggled her fingers joyously while her mother cried happy tears.

"Twenty if you include your toes," Xander said.

She wiggled her shoulders and tried to look at her back. "Aw, no wings."

Xander licked his thumb and wiped it across her forehead while tapping three plains, causing a pair of large white wings to sprout from her back as she gained a glowing white aura.

The little girl leapt in the air and was soon circling the ceiling and laughing.

"Really?" Tsunade asked dryly.

"She wanted wings," Xander pointed out.

"That's daddy's little angel," the cat man said proudly, eyes moist.

"It's going to be nearly impossible to catch her and make her bathe now," the mother joked, not really caring.

"Good point," Xander said. "Also not needing to sleep will be a pain for you too… How'd you like to be angels?"

"What would our duties be?" the father asked.

"That's up to you," Xander said, "I just ask people to try and be good people and not give up if they fail at times."

"We'd love it," the bird faunus said, speaking for both of them.

General Ironwood watched as Xander empowered the pair, making them angels before also giving them additional healing and a small collection of rings. He was unaware of the small smile on his face as he watched the two new fliers try to corral their child who was having too much fun to stop flying.

"I always thought creating angels would be a solemn matter," one of the medics who had come along to observe said.

"For most gods it probably would be," Xander admitted, "but I'm creating angels just to create them and not because I need messengers."

Leo came through the portal. "I was wondering where you'd ran off to."

"Taking care of those that need healing beyond what Tsunade could handle in a day," Xander said. "Like replacing half a body, which I gotta say, I'm really impressed you survived whatever caused that."

General Ironwood chuckled. "I couldn't die mid battle, it'd disrupt the chain of command, causing casualties among my soldiers and worse, some of the Grimm might have lived."

Xander grinned. "We'll need you to strip, Regeneration will restore you to full so all the metal bits will be pushed to the side and shred your uniform."

"Too bad you couldn't heal the metal side as well, then I could be in two places at once," General Ironwood joked as he stripped, revealing a multitude of scars that were hidden beneath his clothes.

"I'll give it a shot after I heal you," Xander said and licked his thumb. "Regeneration."

Half a body's worth of cybernetic augmentations and replacements fell to the ground with a clatter as Ironwood's form swelled, scar tissue fading away. "Huh, I don't think I felt this good even before my injury."

Xander nodded and licked his thumbs. "Holy Strength, Unholy Strength, Vigilance, Flight, Reflexes, Forest Walk."

"I think he's going to need a new set of uniforms anyway," one of the medics said, licking her suddenly dry lips.

"I'll create a set in a second," Xander said, creating four rings and empowering them.

"The green powers your regeneration and you can have a couple of people touch it when you set it off to heal them as well. The red makes you super creative and speeds you up. The blue enhances every single facet of your mind for a time, making you smarter, wiser, and breaks mind control. The clear one creates matter, concentrate on what you want and activate it. Each one is usable once per day and can't stock up on charges, use em or lose em."

"That's a lot of power you're entrusting me with," General Ironwood said as he put on the rings, completely unconcerned with his nudity.

"Ryu thinks highly of you," Xander replied, "and I trust his opinion."

"I'll endeavor to be worthy of it," General Ironwood said.

Xander looked Ironwood over, estimating size and created a larger copy of his uniform. "See if this fits."

General Ironwood got dressed, finding the items a little tight but serviceable. "This will do just fine."

"Think we'll have any more problems with the mines?" Xander asked.

"Hard to say," the general said, unconsciously tightening and loosening the muscles on the healed side of his body to get a feel for them, "they only pulled this shit because the mines were getting tapped out, which is a problem for everyone because dust runs the world. We kicked them in the balls hard enough that we should get at least a couple of years of decent behavior."

"What if the mines were refilled?" Xander asked.

"Refilled?" several people asked.

"Repaired, restored, restocked," Xander listed off. "Take your pick of words. If the mines were suddenly able to produce dust like they'd never been mined, how long would they keep their hands clean?"

"At least a generation… maybe more," General Ironwood said. "Technology has advanced to be more efficient so less dust is used. If that continues we may be looking at least half a century, provided we make an example every now and again."

"It would also destroy their excuses that using faunus in the mines was necessary," Leo pointed out.

"How fast can we make a tour of the mines?" Xander asked.

"I just happen to have a bullhead on standby," General Ironwood said. "We could tour all the local mines in approximately two hours and change."

"Then I suddenly feel like playing tourist," Xander said. "Tsunade, hold down the fort. By the way, where are your two teammates?"

"Orochimaru is going to 'no faunus allowed' hunter bars to encourage open mindedness and Jiraiya is either entertaining small children or seducing lonely women, possibly both," she replied before taking a drink off her gourd of sake.

"Call me if you need anything," Xander said before pausing and looking at the mess of cybernetics on the ground. "Restore," he said, the evidence of years of wear vanishing as all the implants gleamed like new, but didn't grow into a full body, robotic or otherwise. "Oh well, it was worth a shot."

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"Glynda, I need your help drafting a message," Oz said.

There was complete silence in his office and he looked up to find Glynda staring glossy eyed at her scroll. He got up to walk around the desk when Glynda suddenly came back to herself, slamming her scroll shut, face red. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I asked if you would help me write a message," he told her, amused at her behavior and wondering what she'd been watching.

"Oh, right. I can do that," she said, clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses. "What sort of message do you want to send and to whom?"

"I wish to send a message to Xander and ask if he would mind ending my immortality as well," Oz said.

"What?"

"Every time I die, far too often by one of Salem's machinations, I awake inside the body of one of my descendants… stealing the life of a child in essence. That's no way to live. Well technically I suppose it is. What I am trying to say is that I'm old, tired, and if Salem can die, then so can I," Ozpin explained. "In fact, I'd happily go first just so I can greet her and pretend to have been dead the whole time and that it was a long line of bastards who read my diary gaslighting her that I was still around as a way to fight her."

Glynda stared at him. "Are you saying you wish to die to play a prank on the Queen of the Grimm and enemy of all mankind?" she asked dryly.

"Well… she is my ex-wife," he offered.

"Of course, how silly of me not to have thought of that, that is a perfectly good reason to die… spite."

"So glad you agree," he said cheerfully. "Regardless of my reasons, immortality sucks, even when you aren't stealing the future of children. So, will you help me?"

Glynda winced. "Of course, what were you thinking of writing?"

"I was thinking of something short and to the point," Ozpin said. "You missed an immortal. Please come to Beacon Academy when you get a chance, Love Oz."

She considered that for a second, which seemed to surprise him.

"Really?"

"You've seen him," the blonde haired huntress said bluntly, "they film everything he does except go to the bathroom or have sex and I'm not sure about the second one. The man… god… Planeswalker is incredibly straightforward. I'm pretty sure if you were just a tad less flippant and explained the mechanics of your immortality, he'd be happy to help."

"Alright, I'll rewrite it with that in mind," Oz agreed.

"Good, if that's all?"

"Well, there is one more thing," he said with a smile she didn't trust.

"What?" she asked, eyes narrowing.

"What were you looking at on your scroll that got you so flustered?"

"Nothing," Glynda said firmly and fled the room.

Oz chuckled and opened his scroll, searching for whatever was trending to see if it might be what had her distracted. "Ironwood has lost the iron but not the wood?" he read aloud before hitting play.

Typing By: Abyssal Angel

Beta By: Abyssal Angel and Mist of Shadows