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[beacane]

[ 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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[beacane]

The students adore and trust you, too, my friend. They simply display it in a different way.

[ gentle chiding, here -- and, really, ozpin isn't so sure the students trust him anymore. they have every reason to be suspicious. but --

it is true, though. ozpin doesn't really believe in strict discipline, and encourages dissent and argument. glynda does too, to a certain extent, but the students respect her, and everything she brings to beacon. there is absolutely no shortage of yes, ma'am, professor goodwitch when she wanders past, and while ozpin may be greeted with much more warmth, that hardly means they don't adore glynda equally. ]

They will need a leader, to look to, and to guide them. You are that person.

{ until he returns, is the silent addition. ozpin hasn't given up on himself quite yet. ]

[thankgoodness]

[She looks away, hiding what seems to be the faintest blush behind her golden curls. She wants to fight it, wants to deny the inevitable, but he is trusting her with this responsibility. She would never turn down that request, let alone shirk a responsibility in general. She's too dependable for something like that.

She sets her gaze forward with renewed determination.]

Only until you return. And you will return. Beacon belongs to all of us, but you made it what it is.

[A symbol of peace, much like Ozpin himself. A bastion of learning. A safe haven... until recently.]

[beacane]

Of course.

[ with a slight smile, returning his gaze to the road ahead of him, falling into step (and silence) beside his friend for a long moment.

it's going to be a long road, and ozpin is not going to be able to fight this by himself. he needs to rely on his friends, now more than ever -- and with glynda and james here, ozpin has support. he knows he needs to lean on them (figuratively, and perhaps literally), and heal from this trauma himself.

but the students, as always, come first. and though ozpin has broken some trust, he knows they look to him to figure out what to do. to know where to go next, here he has the opportunity to guide, but at home? he doesn't. but glynda does. and james. and qrow, wherever he is.

and, then -- ]

Are you hungry?

[ something normal. something regular. just another night, in vale, figuring out what to do about the latest thing team rwby destroyed. enjoying dinner. ]

[thankgoodness]

[Leave it to Ozpin to derail a serious conversation with the offer of dinner. She's not surprised. If anything, it's a nice distraction. They can't solve all the world's problems in one night or even two. Vale wasn't built in a day, and the builders certainly didn't do it on an empty stomach.

It's funny, though, because usually Glynda is the one to suggest he eats something. She was usually too busy to accept the offer at Beacon, but this time she has no excuses.]

I could eat, I suppose.

[beacane]

Excellent, because you were going to join me regardless.

[ mildly. his leg is really starting to hurt, and he wants to sit down and relax, and talk about literally anything but what happened to vale. for at least ten minutes. ]

I normally don't mind eating alone, but I'm afraid eating alone inspires strangers to come speak to you out of some maligned pity, and I would much rather have the company of a friend rather than someone I don't know.