Alex Pov:
Both, it was both.
I sat in a police interrogation room as a huntsman leaned against the wall.
I didn't have to wait long as a blond woman, with a riding crop of all things, walked in.
She nodded to the huntsman as he left. She then turned to give me a scathing look.
"Young man. What were you thinking? You could have gotten innocent people hurt with your little stunt back there." She scolded me harshly, as I gave an awkward smile.
"I understand it was dangerous. However I feel I was uniquely suited to lend a hand. If you just-" I was cut off as she slapped the table with her riding crop.
"No excuses. If it were up to me you would be sent home with a fine, and a pat on the back." I smiled at the slight approval in her voice.
That quickly vanished as she gave me a stern glare. "You're lucky someone wants to meet you however."
I raised an eyebrow as a more relaxed man in a suit walked in. A mug in hand.
Part of me felt off. Something about his vibe was wrong. Like an old man in a young man's body.
His gait was measured, methodical, well practiced. However his face told a different story.
Despite his white hair, he couldn't be older than thirty or fourty. Yet he had this wise grandpa feel about him.
The woman held up a scroll as a video of me shaping my aura to block the dust explosion played.
"Where did you learn to do that?" The man asked with a hint of curiosity? I wasn't sure.
"Learned from an old man on a farm. Doc Martin. Made sure to beat it into me well and good." I added with a self depreciating chuckle.
The man smiled at that as he tilted his head slightly. "As in Martin Sourwood?"
The blond woman's eye visibly twitched at the name. Her mood declined rapidly as the man chuckled.
"Then you must be that 'clueless city boy' he mentioned." The man shook his head in mild amusement as he sipped his drink.
The woman on the other hand was now looking at me like I skinned her cat. Apparently Martin's reputation proceeds him.
"I guess. Never really got around to asking about his last name. He's just Doc Martin."
"Yes, just Doc Martin." The man nodded in amused agreement as the woman looked at him in exasperation.
"So, I get the feeling you're not cops. Why did you want to meet me specifically?" I asked curiously as the previous conversation died in a silent exchange of looks between the two.
An exchange the man seems to have won.
"Do you know who I am young man?" The man asked calmly.
I raised an eyebrow as I fought desperately not to make a chinese young master joke. "Nope, not a clue."
The man was slightly amused as he informed me. "Well young man. I am professor Ozpin. The head master of Beacon academy.
I then nodded in understanding. "Right, so you're the guy I was supposed to talk to."
Ozpin raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting that response apparently as I looked through my pockets for a moment.
I then pulled out a folded paper as I handed it to Ozpin. "The old man, Doc Martin, wanted me to give this to you. He said, and I quote, 'That's all you'll need.' Whatever that means."
Ozpin unfolded the note as he read it. He then chuckled to himself as the woman nearly burst a vein looking at it over Ozpin's shoulder.
"Well that is definitely from Martin. So then young man. I presume you will need help shopping for school?"
I frowned at that as I looked between the two. "You say that like I need something other than my weapon and scroll."
It would seem that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The woman practically threw her hands into the air as she stormed out of the room arguing with herself.
Something about lazy fossils and stubborn bricks. I couldn't keep up.
Looking back to Ozpin I raised an eyebrow in silent question. He laughed genuinely as he collected himself.
"It will be fine young man. I will have everything you need ready for you at Beacon. It's good to meet the student of an old friend. Especially one he taught those skills to."
Ozpin then stood up as he collected his mug and the scroll the blond left behind. "You should be free to go soon. I look forward to your huntsman career. It is sure to be, interesting. However that requires you to graduate first. So don't slack on your studies."
Ozpin then left the room as I thought over what happened. 'Is Doc Martin really all that? Why does a big shot in the story know him?'
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Ozpin Pov:
That was certainly interesting. The young Alexander was taught Martin's signature aura molding technique. The same one he swore to take to his grave.
I looked down at the simple note with a sigh. Martin was always straightforward and honest about his opinions. At least we got this much out of him.
The note simply read 'Old bag, I taught the kid aura. The real stuff, not your shitty shields. So stop bugging me to teach at your school. Also the kid is stupid. Good in a fight but might as well be a preschooler for all he knows. Teach him some common sense, and I'm not responsible for anything he breaks.'
It was exactly what I had come to expect from the old fox.
I walked into the room where Glynda was fuming. "You seem energized." I commented lightly. A slight smirk threatening to form as I schooled my expression.
She spun on me as she snapped. "You can't be serious. The boy has no transcripts, no background before Sourwood farm, and nothing to his name. All he has is a note and the word of a senile old man."
She huffed as she fixed her uniform. "I can't recommend him. He is too much of an unknown. Our recourses should be spent on those more deserving."
I raised an eyebrow in interest. "More deserving than a young man personally trained by Martin Sourwood and likely Luke Howlet? A young man with more aura than the entire staff combined? Especially with Martin's aura shaping techniques. The boy is a very valuable asset in the warm against grim. Even with your misgivings about him and his teacher."
She sighed in resignation as she looked out the window. "It is ultimately your decision. However you can clean up any messes he makes. If he is anything like that fox, then he might as well be a rampaging Ursa in a dust store." She then left as she had work to attend to.
I stepped up to the window as I contemplated the current board. This generation of warriors was looking promising. A silver eyed warrior, a skilled aura manipulator, and a dozen more promising huntsmen and huntresses to be.
I only hope we will be prepared for her next offensive.