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[ ozpin has collected all the information he needs to feel relatively comfortable finally introducing himself. he knows there are enemies here, and he knows there could be more enemies to come. he knows the majority of his students have experienced quite a lot of trauma in recent weeks, and he knows that he seems to be the only actual adult here to deal with any of it.
worst of all, most of this is his fault, and ozpin seems to be delightfully absent for most of it.
so, after dwelling on that for a moment, the feed turns on to show ozpin in a chair, in a corner of a bookstore that seems to be mostly empty. his cane is leaning against the table and while he still looks somewhat tired and worn down, his eyes are bright and he has a warm smile in place. ozpin has always been horrendous at playing the game, especially when such things are at stake. perhaps peace has made him lazy -- or perhaps he just genuinely believes that everything will be overcome.
at any rate, his students (and the others here) need him to be the leader that he proclaimed to be before everything went to utter hell, and so when he speaks, ozpin sounds like a conversationalist, calm and at the ready. ]
Hello.
[ it's almost like today is a normal day, with yet another inspirational monologue from professor ozpin. ]
It seems that quite the collective of my students have taken root in this city, and transformed it into their own. [ weiss. ] I wish I could say that I could bring half of what they have to this place, but I'd rather not disappoint you all.
[ probably too late for that. ]
But as for introductions -- my name is Ozpin. I am the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, for those from Remnant who may not recognize me. [ which should be no one, but you can never be too sure. ] I've already spoken with several of my students, and it seems that our world has become rather popular in terms of new arrivals... but to the students I haven't yet had the opportunity to see, and the students that I don't have the pleasure of calling my own... I would very much like to speak with you. Privately.
[ the slightest hint of his teacher voice, but it's gone in an instant, and ozpin returns to his faint smile. he's not going to waste time concerning himself with roman torchwick or emerald or anyone else who happens to show up. they will come find him if they wish to speak more. ]
As for the rest of you, if you would indulge me with suggestions on where to locate a decent cup of coffee, I would be forever in your debt. In addition, I would also like to hear some of the positives of this place -- what do you like to do? What are your hobbies? Your work? You would be surprised how effective positivity can be in curing most problems.
{ ozpin inclines his head toward his cane (and the untouched cup), with a slightly knowing look. ]
I've had something of a rough week.
worst of all, most of this is his fault, and ozpin seems to be delightfully absent for most of it.
so, after dwelling on that for a moment, the feed turns on to show ozpin in a chair, in a corner of a bookstore that seems to be mostly empty. his cane is leaning against the table and while he still looks somewhat tired and worn down, his eyes are bright and he has a warm smile in place. ozpin has always been horrendous at playing the game, especially when such things are at stake. perhaps peace has made him lazy -- or perhaps he just genuinely believes that everything will be overcome.
at any rate, his students (and the others here) need him to be the leader that he proclaimed to be before everything went to utter hell, and so when he speaks, ozpin sounds like a conversationalist, calm and at the ready. ]
Hello.
[ it's almost like today is a normal day, with yet another inspirational monologue from professor ozpin. ]
It seems that quite the collective of my students have taken root in this city, and transformed it into their own. [ weiss. ] I wish I could say that I could bring half of what they have to this place, but I'd rather not disappoint you all.
[ probably too late for that. ]
But as for introductions -- my name is Ozpin. I am the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, for those from Remnant who may not recognize me. [ which should be no one, but you can never be too sure. ] I've already spoken with several of my students, and it seems that our world has become rather popular in terms of new arrivals... but to the students I haven't yet had the opportunity to see, and the students that I don't have the pleasure of calling my own... I would very much like to speak with you. Privately.
[ the slightest hint of his teacher voice, but it's gone in an instant, and ozpin returns to his faint smile. he's not going to waste time concerning himself with roman torchwick or emerald or anyone else who happens to show up. they will come find him if they wish to speak more. ]
As for the rest of you, if you would indulge me with suggestions on where to locate a decent cup of coffee, I would be forever in your debt. In addition, I would also like to hear some of the positives of this place -- what do you like to do? What are your hobbies? Your work? You would be surprised how effective positivity can be in curing most problems.
{ ozpin inclines his head toward his cane (and the untouched cup), with a slightly knowing look. ]
I've had something of a rough week.
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Hey, Professor. Welcome back to Genessia.
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{ pleasantly enough ]
But I'm afraid I'll have to contest the "back", as I don't recall having been here before.
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He isn't here now, is he?
[ because that is just the icing on the shit cake that he does not want or need ]
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Then we can hope that he never returns, and remains in Remnant.
[ though, really, where could adam do more harm? ]
What is the last thing you remember from home, Sun?
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Going back to Haven Academy after everything that happened. You? You didn't die, did you?
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No, I am alive, though I am no longer in Vale. Cinder bested me before moving on to destroy the tower.
[ wherever the hell he is, it's certainly not good, and he's not going to concern students with the details. though his tone turns slightly wry: ]
Clearly, I need to do more demonstrations of my own ability at Beacon, as the majority of my students seemed to think the same thing.
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I'm glad you're alive, though. We've lost too many already. [And those loses were already hard to take.]
Cinder has been here before too, by the way. Mercury and Emerald as well. Cinder and Emerald played nice, Mercury, not so much.
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[ heavily, and ozpin looks somewhat tired. -- but when sun continues, that gives him pause, and his brow furrows. ]
What did Mercury do?
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He murdered someone live on this communication device. Mercury said he was tired or bored with playing nice or something before brutally killing him.
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god, he needs something stronger than coffee for this mess. where is qrow when he needs him. ]
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[ adding mercury to list of people who need to be jailed immediately ]
He works closely with Cinder, and was apparently not as injured as previously believed when fighting against Yang. I trust I don't need to tell you to stay away from him.
[ what an actual mess ]
Who else was here, when this happened?
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But it's obvious now that they are all good at convincing people that they aren't murderous jerks. We pretty much put Emerald on the "no trust" list after that incident. [And what happened on their world made it clear that that was the right choice.]
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[ ruby certainly suspects her, but information is always a good thing. ]