Headmaster Ozpin gazed out through his clockwork window, looking down on the many students of his Academy who were milling about in the gardens after a long day of school. He had always felt a great sense of calm and control whenever he would stare down at the world from atop his high perch of Beacon Tower.
Ozpin hummed, taking a sip from his ever-present coffee mug before speaking for the first time to his guest in quite a few minutes. "He is late."
"Yeah well, what do ya' expect, Oz? You called the kid up here alone to 'talk', he's probably pissing himself in fear." The gruff voice of his trusted ally and friend responded, taking a swig of his alcohol-filled flask after doing so.
"Hmm, yes, if I do recall you were very much the same way when we first spoke." the Headmaster responded, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Before Qrow could rebut, there was a light *ding* noise before the hissing of the elevator doors opening could be heard. The young huntsman-in-training stepped out from the shiny metal tube, his bird-like mask glinting in the light. Ozpin swiveled his chair to face the newcomer, taking a short sip of his beverage before speaking.
"Hello Mr. Terra, I am glad you have finally arrived. Please, take a seat."
Rook's voice echoed out from his mask, the voice modifier causing his voice to sound like a raspy growl as he spoke. "My apologies Headmaster, I came as fast as I could." He responded, sitting down in the chair in front of Ozpin. The 'eyes' of his mask flickered for a second, almost as if he was blinking before his gloved hands reached up and removed the mask from his face, setting it down on the Headmaster's desk and also pushing back his hood.
The young huntsman ran a hand through his messy hair and shot Ozpin a sheepish smile. "Sorry sir, sometimes I forget I'm wearing that. Anyways, why have you called me here if I may ask, sir?"
The man in questioned placed his elbows on the table and leaned forwards slightly, steepling his hands as he did so. "Well, Mr. Terra, I have a...proposition for you."
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Rook took a deep breath as the elevator descended from Ozpin's office. He had obviously not been prepared for the offer the Headmaster of Beacon had given him, after all, the opportunity to lead a small team dedicated to combatting the White Fang in any way possible was a surprise. It also came as a surprise to him that Oz would have such little reluctance to acting against the Council's wishes, and even go so far as to create his own strike-team.
His gaze wandered down to the small envelope the Headmaster had given him, he had opened it immediately upon leaving the office. The simple folded piece of white paper contained only the names of eight students of Beacon (counting himself), with the words "Team 1" written above the names of himself, Sakura Liu, Iris Auburn and Dario Diz Zohai and "Team 2" with the names of four mire people he didn't recognize.
Ozpin had told him that the others had already been informed of this new project and asked to join. He had also been told to find his new "teammates" and get to know them. The problem with that was that he had never heard of these people and didn't recognize the small pictures of their faces next to their names. Rook supposed, with a sigh, that he'd have to do some searching.