#ozpin 01

Yang has never been someone who can be content remaining cooped up in a small space. Eidolon isn’t bad, missing sibling notwithstanding, but even with the snow she finds that she feels better when she makes time to explore outside the village. She’s seen the caves the villagers talk about, a strange field of ice that she can’t think of as anything besides a maze, and today she’s in a place apparently called Silvermoss Forest. It’s nostalgic, considering where she was before she came here. But it’s too quiet alone.

That only means that the crunch of snow beneath someone else’s feet rings loudly in her ears, and habit and something else has Yang unsheathing Ember Celica before she has time to think, prepared for anyone who might come into view.

So when she does see who it is, her relief is clear, tension leaving her shoulders and a smile dawning on her face as she retracts Ember Celica.

She could pretend, even though all of those things were bothering her. A lot, at that.

Magic. The existence of magic, the existence of the maidens, of the wizard that brought them to life-- it was all real. Raven had turned into a bird right before her and Yang’s very eyes. She’d also said things- ominous things about Professor Ozpin. Things that, while she wanted so badly to ignore them, Weiss just couldn’t. She spoke of the secrets he’d kept from the public, of how suspicious it was that he was babying or even playing favorites with team RWBY.

The implication that something similar had happened to her while she was attending Beacon. Before she abandoned her team, her family, supposedly with Ozpin to blame for it all. The fact that he had the power to turn Raven and Qrow both into birds, and that he took it upon himself to do such things to his own students. The possibility of other things he could do were still wracking Weiss’s brain to this day.

Was he responsible for Ruby’s mother disappearing? If given the chance, would he do the same thing to Ruby herself? The thought alone was enough to spark a rush of protectiveness in Weiss.

Most unnerving of all was the fact that he was trapped within the body of a young boy. He reincarnated. One body died, and he’d rise again. He was thousands upon thousands of years old, with the power to do God knew what else.

He kept all of this a secret, speaking only in riddles and half-truths. It was that that rubbed Weiss the wrong way. The lies.

The young huntress let a sigh pass her lips as a headache began throbbing in the front of her skull, and anxiety dully gnawed at her chest. She ran a hand across her face as she moved forward, eyes trained on the ground. Her posture was tense and rigid, a clear sign that she was on edge and even a little frustrated. When she finally did lift her gaze from the ground, she had to bite back a laugh at the irony of it all.

“Professor Ozpin.”

Her tone of voice was still polite, but had a kind of flatness to it that indicated something was wrong. That she was uneasy, and she was. Thankfully, she had more restraint to her than she had had when she was younger, so she was able to hold her tongue and stop herself from verbally lashing out at the Professor.

She’d gotten wrapped up in his war, she’d almost died because of it, it was taking everything in her not to blow up.