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[It had been nearly a week, and Oscar was becoming worried.
Lessons he has learned on the other side of the Dream had taught him that sitting in the worry and letting it overcome him did no one any good-- least of all himself. Knowing this, Oscar tentatively turned on the Audio function of his new device and, with an obvious case of awkward nerves, started talking.]
Um... Hi.
I'm Oscar Pine and... I'm sure some of you know me already, but some of you don't and that's okay.
There was just a couple of things I wanted to say.
First: I know that things have been stressful lately and that we all need something to do, so I'm willing to teach people how to garden if they want a hobby that lasts a little longer than baking all the time. I'm a farmhand... And I did the baking thing. Growing and taking care of your own vegetables helps a little more, for a longer time.
And-- you can share your extra zucchini with your friends and loved ones. Isn't that cool?
I managed to bring along some seeds to get started. Just... Contact me if you're interested.
... and thanks, Mako, for the idea.
Second: is anyone else having trouble sleeping since they got here? I know being nervous makes sleeping hard, but this feels different. Anyone have any ideas about why this is happening, or how to help?
Last: ... I don't know about everyone else, but there's still some people I'm looking for that haven't come ashore yet. Can people just...chime in to let everyone know that they're safe? And let us know if there's anyone else you're looking for?
Maybe we can make everything a little easier if we work together. I don't know...
I'm just kinda worried, and some of you all probably are too.
Lessons he has learned on the other side of the Dream had taught him that sitting in the worry and letting it overcome him did no one any good-- least of all himself. Knowing this, Oscar tentatively turned on the Audio function of his new device and, with an obvious case of awkward nerves, started talking.]
Um... Hi.
I'm Oscar Pine and... I'm sure some of you know me already, but some of you don't and that's okay.
There was just a couple of things I wanted to say.
First: I know that things have been stressful lately and that we all need something to do, so I'm willing to teach people how to garden if they want a hobby that lasts a little longer than baking all the time. I'm a farmhand... And I did the baking thing. Growing and taking care of your own vegetables helps a little more, for a longer time.
And-- you can share your extra zucchini with your friends and loved ones. Isn't that cool?
I managed to bring along some seeds to get started. Just... Contact me if you're interested.
... and thanks, Mako, for the idea.
Second: is anyone else having trouble sleeping since they got here? I know being nervous makes sleeping hard, but this feels different. Anyone have any ideas about why this is happening, or how to help?
Last: ... I don't know about everyone else, but there's still some people I'm looking for that haven't come ashore yet. Can people just...chime in to let everyone know that they're safe? And let us know if there's anyone else you're looking for?
Maybe we can make everything a little easier if we work together. I don't know...
I'm just kinda worried, and some of you all probably are too.
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I don't know about others, but for Ozpin its been clocks and having everything in green.
[He was grateful to whatever gods had shown mercy that to multitude of clocks in the mansion had stopped-- at least, until Oz found a way to fix or replace them.
He hoped he never got that bad... ]
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[In more ways than one, but his point still stands.]
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That's one way to put it!
He doesn't even like strawberry milk. I don't get that guy sometimes...
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[His words are tinged with a quiet laugh.]
When did you want me to swing by? Now?
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[He beamed, looking more like an actual excitable teenager than someone who was unfortunately wise beyond his years.]
We all could use a little down time right now.
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[Vyng can't shapeshift anymore, and he can't expect the bird to carry him around everywhere all the time. Soooo, walking it is!]
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[As much as he would love to meet the Thunderbird some day, it wasn't his place to push. Besides, this gave him a chance to whip up something more than strawberry milk...]
I'll leave the door open, okay? Unless you're like Uncle Qrow and you like to make your own entrances...
[A laugh. He didn't mind either way. ]
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But yeah, sure, that works.
[Not that he expects Oscar to spill a bunch of dirt about his good ole Uncle Qrow. That's something for later, anyway — he's got some strawberry milk to sample. So about an hour (and some change) later, Vyng finds himself at the entrance of Ozpin's gaudy, green mansion.
It's not the first time he's been here, not by a long shot. In fact, some people might say he's gotten too comfortable here. Ozpin first met Vyng putzing around the kitchen at 5 in the morning, after all.
But this time he was cordially invited for food and drink, so he doesn't hesitate to push the door open, step across the threshold, and call out to whoever happens to be in earshot:]
Hey-o, I'm here.
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Oh hey, I'm in here!
[Oscar called from the kitchen, elbow deep in the clean up from his latest project-- a dozen or so apples sitting in a dish, steaming and all but swimming in the melted pool of sugared and spiced butter they had been baked in. The boy beamed when Vyng entered.]
Hey, just get comfortable-- okay? We had these apples that were going soft, so I baked them up. They might not last long with Ruby, so help yourself!
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Hah, I believe it. Especially after her great cookie heist from last year.
[A fond expression lights up his face as he settles down at the table and picks up a fork. As he takes a bite, a delightful mixture of flavors burst through his mouth — cinnamon, brown sugar and butter, perfectly balanced against the satisfyingly tart fruit.
It's hard not to think of the way Meers hummed to himself while taking a pan out of the oven. Or of Billie, and how he played the sous chef and dutiful taste-tester. Vyng's smile softens into something more wistful. But he's still plenty enthusiastic when he pipes up between bites.]
This is uh-mazing, bud. Good job!
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[ Oscar grinned, recalling Ruby's endeavor to beat Santa Clause to all of the cookies in town. He had been glad to just set up camp and keep watch for the weird man who wanted to break into their house, but Ruby-- as always-- took it to a completely different level.
Somehow, he wasn't surprised she had made it to Vyng's place.
The bittersweet look on Vyng's face when he helped himself to an apple was a surprise for Oscar-- it suggested a certain wistfulness and nostalgia that Oscar knew he never could reach, but the sheer warmth he saw in the man was enough to make his heart sing.
It might not be much, but he knew that the simple things were often times the most important.
He hummed softly to himself as he dried his hands, pleased.]
I'm glad you like it! [He chirped, folding up the towel and setting it aside.] It's a recipe I learned from my Aunt. She always made the best food... even if she liked to surprise everyone with something different and new without any warning before dinner."
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[Ruby's version seems pretty close to Charles Eve. Right down to somebody breaking into your house and taking your stuff.]
Your aunt would be proud. Seriously! This is delicious.
[Said, somewhat rudely, between bites of apple. Billie might be the bottomless pit in their family, but Vyng will self-soothe with food too. God knows there's a lot to be stressed about. Oscar, at least, adds a touch of familiarity to an otherwise strange town.
It's nice.
Speaking of self-soothing, though...]
Oh yeah, I brought the sleepy stuff.
[He promptly sets down the fork and starts rifling through his magical limited edition suede bag.]
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[Watching Vyng dig into his cooking like that did his heart good-- like watching Ruby and everyone else dig into his cooking with gusto. Although Mako had chided him for trying to cook for everyone, there was a part of Oscar that felt fulfilled by seeing the sheer enjoyment of another partaking in what he had made.
He didn't need to run himself ragged cooking for everyone in town.. but sharing the extras he had with a new friend was worth it.
Reaching up, and hardly needing to stand on his toes anymore, Oscar pulled down the big tub of powdered mix-- beaming as he turned to show it off to Vyng.]
You see why I wasn't worried? This thing is huge!
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[As Oscar presents the massive container, Vyng rests a witchy-looking assortment of remedies on the table: Several small dropper bottles, a tightly-sealed jar of dried leaves, and a smaller jar of what appears to be some kind of cream.]
I can leave instructions for you. But you've got all the basics here...tinctures, tea, and lubricant.
[Which might be kind of a weird way to describe "lotion", but here we are.]
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[Oscar looked up from opening the package, obvious confusion on his face. Then:
3...
2...
1...]
I'm not a rusted out bike chain. What did you bring lubricant for?
[Granted, it might help eventually with his leg-- but a prosthesis didn't need to sleep!]
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Nothing. Don't worry about it.
[Not weird at all, nope! And so Vyng lightly taps the top of the jar with his index finger before continuing with his explanation.]
This one's got lavender and ylang ylang in it. Just rub it on your person skin and it should help relax you.
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[With Vyng's quick recovery, Oscar didn't question it further. People made mistakes with word choice all the time-- it was normal.
Having mixed the portioned out powder with the milk while he spoke, Oscar quickly topped off his creations with a jaunty paper straw per glass and brought the strawberry milk over to share with Vyng. The drink was violently pink with a bubbly foam at the top-- but, it was made for little people who liked aggressively bright colors with their food.]
Here. It's strawberry milk!
And... thanks for bringing all this with such short notice. It sounds like it'll be a big help.
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[That is some seriously pink milk — definitely brighter than if you'd blended some strawberries into it. In the back of his mind, he can't help but wonder what kind of dyes you'd have to add to create such a vivid color. But Vyng will try most things once, so...here goes!
Without another word, he takes a pull from the straw, and then smack his lips as he tries to suss out the flavors. Whatever this is, it lacks the usual sourness you'd expect from strawberries.]
Hm. [Smack smack smack.] ...Kind of reminds me of a cheap ice cream I had once. Very sugary. But not bad! Our Billie would like it, for sure.
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[Not that he minded his afternoon naps in Ozpin's office, but it was hard getting anything done. By nature, he was not a night time person. Although... perhaps that was changing in Trench.
After all-- he was able to turn into an owl.]
You're right! Cheap ice cream really is this sweet!
[And his smile broadened at the memory of getting cheap ice cream to soothe their weary hearts on the long road to Atlas. He had been busy recollecting the rest of their team-- the latter parts of team RWBY and the entirety of team JNR-- when the mention of a new name caught his attention.]
...Who's Billie? He must have good taste if he likes this kinda stuff!
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Praise be the Pthumerians for granting us this boon.
[That last assertion from the boy draws a short laugh from Vyng, though.]
To be fair, he'll eat anything. But Billie's our buddy and our kid. Our buddy-kid.
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Oscar stifled a smirk at the teasing lift of Vyng's pinky, but there was no hiding his giggle at the description of Billie.]
Buddy-kid? That's a new one-- and really cool!
[He beamed.]
Found family really is the thing that unites all of us, and it's really cool.
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[Even if he and Tuck end up unwittingly adopting another kid, they'll never replace Billo in their hearts.]
Yeah. [Vyng's expression grows softer.] You're right about that, pal...
[He never expected to have a family of his own, let alone that he'd just bumble his way into one. In a town of weirdos, misfits and fuck-ups, though, found family is like air — everywhere, in many forms, and necessary to thrive.]