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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.

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[Taking his hand to shake it for a moment she nodded towards him.]

You too. [Sorry, Ozpin. It's a little weird for her to say "It's nice to meet you", even now] You said that you had a tough week?

[He's free to completely ignore her and ask whatever he'd like of her in return. She understands that there s some stuff that people don't want to talk about. Until then, she'll just walk inside with him.]

I have, yes.

[ but he says it mildly enough, letting his eyes scan around the cafe once more, to ensure nothing is amiss. old habits die hard. ]

But I won't focus on such negativity today, when I could enjoy much kinder surroundings.

[ read: sorry, he won't go into it. :) ]

Of course. [She can read that well. She'll leave it for now.] Well... It might seem crazy to say, but I have a better life here than I do my own home world. At least there's an actual chance to survive anyways.

I imagine you are probably not the only one who is grateful for being here, instead of home.

[ it has not escaped ozpin's notice that this place could be viewed as a second chance. ]

I am sorry that your world is not as fortunate as my own.

[ though vale, it seems, is being destroyed. great. ]

Most worlds are more fortunate than my own. Being on the brink of destruction and humanity is at an all time low. I guess that's just one more reason to treasure the time here and protect the innocence of the children here. I'll do what i need to in order to make sure that innocent lives don't need to be ruined like mine has.

[And despite the lack of faith in her own world, she sounds extremely determined about her goals here. Why traumatize and victimize someone who still has the chance to live on with no fear, after all?]

[ that causes the slightest change in his expression -- protect the innocence of children. that had been ozpin's goal, in his teaching structure at beacon. reality, but allowing them to be children. allowing them to still be kids, to hope they never had to see the horrors of war, or take another human life.

but now... ]

How many children are in Genessia?

[ he seems... almost disheartened, at the thought. ]

Are there any younger than fourteen?

To be honest, I wouldn't be able to tell you. But there's a home for the children that have been taken here, so I'd say a fair amount. There's a boy named Luke here that I've grown pretty close to. He's about 13-14. There have been children as young as 8 in the past here, although I can't tell you if they're still here or not.

He's not a bad kid, just... I've had to save him a few times because of other people here occasionally, though that's been a while. I just can't imagine putting them through the kinds of things that I've had to do.

[ one is too many, to be honest. ]

It is good, then, that he has someone like you.

[ with half a smile ]

What are you fighting, in your world?

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