[ The Vileblood space distortions are still catching up with him. Wherever you happen to be, Ozpin stumbles into the space with an air of bemusement, which turns to absolute exasperation as he steadies himself on his cane. He turns to examine his new, wholly unintended surroundings. ]
Ah. I apologize.
[ Local man just manifested out of absolutely nowhere, and when he turns back to meet your eye, it's about to get much worse. ]
[ elster picks up on the shift in the space at once, recognizing it as something other than her own work. a pistol whips out of a hidden space at her side into her hand, aimed at ozpin as she tenses for a fraction of a second, then starts to relax, but unfortunately—
[ At once, Ozpin finds that he is ... facing himself and holding a pistol. He recoils in surprise, openly bewildered as he tries to adjust to seeing through her eyes, and slowly lowers the gun. ]
First, Blake had seen the video that Ruby had put on the network. She'd followed breadcrumbs of information all the way to the magical home that Ange had made. She'd met Break in the strangest tea party she'd ever been to, but meeting him had actually been the high point of Blake's day -- from there, it had all been downhill, from trying to figure out what was wrong with Ruby, to getting locked in a room, to figuring out how to leave with Penny. They'd managed to slip out, leaving the land of garden mazes and golden butterflies, and Blake had made her way back to the Clockhouse, exhausted.
Her mind is whirling, trying to figure out what to do. She and Penny had concluded that Ruby was likely dealing with corruption, but Blake doesn't know enough about that to know how to help. So she heads to the library in the house, hoping to find something there that might help her. If that fails, she'll go the library in Gaze that she found last time she was out.
It turns out the library is occupied. Blake comes to a sudden halt in the doorway, yellow eyes wide in shock. ]
Professor Ozpin.
[ It's been, what, a year since she last saw his physical form? Which isn't a long time, considering, but it feels like it's been a decade. She'd been told that he was here, separate from Oscar, but being told ahead of time hadn't prepared her enough, apparently.
[ For Ozpin, the time between their meetings is more difficult to define. He has seen her often through Oscar's eyes, back in their world. But he has not returned to Remnant for more than a year now; those brief interludes feel like the dream, to him, and the shores of Trench his new reality. His hair has grown long enough for a short braid, the dark suit of his Beacon days traded for a filigreed green tailcoat, and he wears a knit scarf in Oscar's autumn colors. On the whole, he looks older, but more at ease.
When Blake hurries in, there is a moment's mutually startled silence as he regards her over the top of his book. He flips it shut and sets it down in his lap, in the end, and gestures her to an open seat across from him. ]
Not at all. Please, come in. It's good to see you again, Miss Belladonna.
[ The sound of Ozpin's voice is a powerfully, unexpectedly nostalgic thing. For all that they'd heard his voice coming from Oscar's mouth occasionally, it's far more concrete coming from the body Blake originally associates him with -- and for a fleeting moment, she feels like a student in Beacon again, unsure of her place in the world, hiding her ears under a ribbon and hoping desperately that nobody saw who and what she truly was. Ozpin had been a sturdy, comforting figure back then. A beacon of strength and wisdom.
And then... everything else had happened. And they'd been so angry at him for hiding so much from them, and then later, with experience, they'd come to understand exactly why he'd done so. ]
I don't think anybody's called me Miss Belladonna for a while.
[ There's a touch of wry amusement to her tone as she sits opposite him, hands clasped uncertainly in her lap. There's a part of her that still feels strangely nervous around him, like she's being evaluated and measured, though she's never been sure if that was because of his shrewd, knowing gaze, or her own anxieties. Maybe both. ]
It's good to see you again, too. [ It's paired with a small, but genuine little smile. ] Ruby told me that you and Oscar were separate again, but I didn't quite believe it until I caught up with Oscar. I guess that's probably old news to you now, though, everyone from Remnant's been here for so long.
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Ah. I apologize.
[ Local man just manifested out of absolutely nowhere, and when he turns back to meet your eye, it's about to get much worse. ]
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well. today just got a lot more complicated. ]
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What is this?
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First, Blake had seen the video that Ruby had put on the network. She'd followed breadcrumbs of information all the way to the magical home that Ange had made. She'd met Break in the strangest tea party she'd ever been to, but meeting him had actually been the high point of Blake's day -- from there, it had all been downhill, from trying to figure out what was wrong with Ruby, to getting locked in a room, to figuring out how to leave with Penny. They'd managed to slip out, leaving the land of garden mazes and golden butterflies, and Blake had made her way back to the Clockhouse, exhausted.
Her mind is whirling, trying to figure out what to do. She and Penny had concluded that Ruby was likely dealing with corruption, but Blake doesn't know enough about that to know how to help. So she heads to the library in the house, hoping to find something there that might help her. If that fails, she'll go the library in Gaze that she found last time she was out.
It turns out the library is occupied. Blake comes to a sudden halt in the doorway, yellow eyes wide in shock. ]
Professor Ozpin.
[ It's been, what, a year since she last saw his physical form? Which isn't a long time, considering, but it feels like it's been a decade. She'd been told that he was here, separate from Oscar, but being told ahead of time hadn't prepared her enough, apparently.
She has absolutely no idea what to say. ]
I'm-- sorry, am I intruding?
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When Blake hurries in, there is a moment's mutually startled silence as he regards her over the top of his book. He flips it shut and sets it down in his lap, in the end, and gestures her to an open seat across from him. ]
Not at all. Please, come in. It's good to see you again, Miss Belladonna.
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And then... everything else had happened. And they'd been so angry at him for hiding so much from them, and then later, with experience, they'd come to understand exactly why he'd done so. ]
I don't think anybody's called me Miss Belladonna for a while.
[ There's a touch of wry amusement to her tone as she sits opposite him, hands clasped uncertainly in her lap. There's a part of her that still feels strangely nervous around him, like she's being evaluated and measured, though she's never been sure if that was because of his shrewd, knowing gaze, or her own anxieties. Maybe both. ]
It's good to see you again, too. [ It's paired with a small, but genuine little smile. ] Ruby told me that you and Oscar were separate again, but I didn't quite believe it until I caught up with Oscar. I guess that's probably old news to you now, though, everyone from Remnant's been here for so long.
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