#soultimed

oscar leans against the wall and listens to the others excitedly inspecting pietro’s modifications to their gear. he can’t help but look down at the twisting thorns etched upon the cane’s handle. just gazing at it fills oscar with a sense of nostalgia as emotions of lifetimes swirl within him with just a single glance at the trusted weapon. when he holds it, oscar feels like it’s been in his hands forever.

“Professor Ozpin? I have a question.” She approached the man in the back corner of the airship, still alone after everything that had happened that day. She was exhausted after all of the fighting, as well as using her silver eyes. She pressed her back against the wall, sliding down to sit beside him. There was one thing that nagged at her from the very back of her mind. It was pushed to the side time and time again, but now in the moment of respite? 

“Does Professor Goodwitch know? That you’re here and everything?”

        “ what the HELL, oz! ” no this isn’t an invited visit, but taiyang knows his way to the office that sits on beacon’s peak and he isn’t about to let any locked doors, meetings-in-progress or common courtesies stop him from charging in there and striding directly up to the headmaster’s desk. “ she’s FIFTEEN! what do you think you’re playin’ at, telling her she can come here this year?! ”

          “you’re a hard man to find, ozpin.” tyrian’s voice almost  e c h o e s  in its intensity, laughter punctuating his greeting. “but one worth finding, correct?”

     he’s dressed as unassuming as he can be, with a long coat to hide his tail and going so far as to abandon his signature braid for something plainer, something that wouldn’t be easily recognized from his wanted posters. a ponytail is boring, but it will do for what he needs.

@soultimed​

     “Who is the lamb and who is the knife.” she inquires, all too engaged in the story he was telling.the master of BEACON certainly has a way with words. He’s able to express clarity and at the same time be elusive with the character’s development. She is unsure of what to expect, but he has an omniscient view -he knows how the story will end.

                    THE  HUNTSMAN  GRINS,    eyes  locked  on  the  flask  in  his  hand.    his  smirk  only  hides  frustrations,  finger  tips  digging  into  the  leather.    ❛    you  know,  i  get  this  is  my  job.    but  for  once  can  i  just...  get  an  assist  ?     ❜  

          when she opens the door, she’s already explaining herself, because frankly, whatever punishment she’s about to receive is unjust.  “ listen, i know you’re not supposed to fight the other students, but he’s — ”  coco huffs, clearly frustrated with the situation and not afraid to let it show.  the brunette slips into the chair in front of his desk and crosses her arms defiantly.  “ professor ozpin, he’s a bully, and he’s bullying my teammate.  constantly.  i wasn’t gonna shoot. ”