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deernet2021-09-06 06:18 pm
clocktowers) wrote in deernet2021-09-06 06:18 pm
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Welcome, to all arrivals, new and old. My name is Ozpin.
It seems our arrival has fallen on October's doorstep. It was, to put it lightly, a dangerous month in Deerington. Even here in Trench, I would be unsurprised to find that we are entering a season of bloodshed and Beasts.
It would be wise to prepare. Even should that degree of danger fail to arrive, many of us have been newly burdened by powers we have not yet learned to control.
In the world of Remnant - I do not think it right to call it 'home,' in light of our situation - I served as headmaster of a combat academy. I guided young people in learning to harness their powers and hone their abilities, even in the most dire of circumstances.
If you are interested in such training, I am now accepting students for private instruction. It seems our currencies won't be of much use here, so allow me to propose an alternate price: stories. I have always been a scholar of folklore and fairy tales, and I would like to hear what your own worlds have to offer.
[ Ozpin hesitates a long, long beat. Then: ]
I shall even trade you one in return. My favorite, as of late, is about an old hermit and the visitors who changed his life. For those who have heard some of my more recent tales, you may be pleased to know that this one has a happy ending.
It seems our arrival has fallen on October's doorstep. It was, to put it lightly, a dangerous month in Deerington. Even here in Trench, I would be unsurprised to find that we are entering a season of bloodshed and Beasts.
It would be wise to prepare. Even should that degree of danger fail to arrive, many of us have been newly burdened by powers we have not yet learned to control.
In the world of Remnant - I do not think it right to call it 'home,' in light of our situation - I served as headmaster of a combat academy. I guided young people in learning to harness their powers and hone their abilities, even in the most dire of circumstances.
If you are interested in such training, I am now accepting students for private instruction. It seems our currencies won't be of much use here, so allow me to propose an alternate price: stories. I have always been a scholar of folklore and fairy tales, and I would like to hear what your own worlds have to offer.
[ Ozpin hesitates a long, long beat. Then: ]
I shall even trade you one in return. My favorite, as of late, is about an old hermit and the visitors who changed his life. For those who have heard some of my more recent tales, you may be pleased to know that this one has a happy ending.
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[Much to Maul's detriment. He can't even escape to another planet if things get too hot for him here, so it means he's got to be on his best behavior for as long as possible. Of course, the curse he's under is also keeping him under control. Once that's gone, who knows how he'll react?]
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[ And that means they shall have to do something about the threats in their midst. ]
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[Maul plans to as well but that has more to do with there being nothing left for him in his galaxy back home. All the opportunities he will ever have to better himself are here in Trench.]
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It is my understanding that our responsibilities are attended to, in the places we were drawn from. Should that remain the case, I have no need to return.
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I understand. I suspect many of our number are freer in a world other than our own. I can only hope it will be a more reliable home than the dream that shaped it.
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