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The shattered moon shone on a desert ruin, there was no wind, no noise, no movement. The fallen black forms of Ursai lay on the ground. Gaping red holes and slash marks littered their motionless bodies. Pools of blood poured forth from their wounds. Mixed in with the monster's blood was that of a lone human.
The exhausted Hunter responsible for the new graveyard was sitting on a Fallen pillar, His breathing was ragged and labored. His body was covered in small cuts and scratches. He was young, couldn't be older than twenty. His brown hair was a mess. He wore dark camoflauge cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and a black trench coat with red flame designs along the trims. In his left hand was a large spear with a katana blade. On his face, there was a disturbingly joyful smile. He'd enjoyed what he had just done far more than he should have.
"More of those bastards here than I thought there were." He chucked. "I'm charging extra for this one." A beeping noise emitted from his pocket. The hunter grabbed the cell phone out of his pocket.
"What is it?" He was expecting it to be his recent "Employer" complaining about his rates. Hey, a Beacon Dropout supporting his younger sister had to make his money somewhere right? Killing monsters was the only thing he was good at, so he'd become something of a mercenary hunter over the past year.
"Randal?" Said the voice of a man that Randal hadn't expected to ever hear from again.
"Ozpin? Long time no see. Still running that school? Bacon was it?"
"Beacon." Ozpin corrected. The professor had a slight smile that more often than not, you'd hear it rather than see it. Randal also smiled. It was good to hear from the old friend of his family again.
"Potato Patato. So what did you need me for? Or is my uncle's old teammate just calling to check up on me?"
"You do understand that I did everything I could for your uncle." Ozpin's voice changed to a much darker, more regretful, tone.
"And that sure helped him when he was surrounded by monsters." A loud rumbling growl alerted Randal to the fact that he wasn't alone. "Hang on, I think momma Bear just got home and isn't happy about the mess I made."
A massive Ursa, twice as large as the others, rose up on it's hind legs just behind Randal. It roared, vibrating the very air around it.
"Yeah, yeah, you're big and scary and loud, but I'm having a conversation over here so maybe you should just-" With a quick flash of movement, the blade of Randal's Naginata found the bare unprotected throat of the monster, nearly decapitating it with a single swing. "-Shut up." The massive bear-like Grim fell on it's back, gurgling it's own blood for a few seconds before finally succumbing to it's wound.
With a flip of a switch, the non-bladed part of Randal's Naginata collapsed in on itself, until what had once been a massive spear was now a knife.
"So, what do you need me to do?" Randal asked as he slid his weapon into one of the many pockets on the inside of his coat.
"Weren't you in the middle of saying that I'm the reason your uncle was killed?" The smile was surely gone at this point.
"Nah, Uncle Nel knew the risks. He died a hero. Can't find much better way of dying than that. So, are you getting to the point or what?" The one issue with Ozpin was that he always felt guilty about everything that goes wrong under his watch. Unless you wanted to get a lecture on how life was precious or some other bull like that, you changed the subject as quick as you can.
"I found somebody interesting. She's just enrolled at Beacon. Or close enough, just filling out the paperwork at this point. I want you to keep an eye on her."
"You want me to spy on a student? I'll do quite a bit for you Ozpin, but I'm not getting arrested for stalking."
"No need. When you agree, I'll have you registered as a student at Beacon again. Befriend her, protect her, help her grow stronger." Another chance to go to Beacon? Randal let himself indulge in the idea for a few seconds. He had a lot of good memories of the place, but, he didn't think he'd be able to handle going back.
"No. Not after what happened."
"I know you lost your entire team last year, but this is important. I'm calling in every favor your family owes me for this. After this one job, you'll never have to see me again."
"If it means never seeing you again, then I'm a bit inclined to turn you down. My baby sister misses her 'uncle Ozpin'."
"I'm not really her uncle." The teacher pointed out.
"You know how messed up my family is. You're closer to her than her own father was."
"You're trying to change the conversation."
"I'm still saying no. I'm done with Beacon. I don't care who this girl is, or what she means to you. I'm not getting involved."
"It's HER Daughter." That got Randal's attention. His mind flashed back to that night ten years ago. It was a night of fire and blood, and a single silver rose that seared itself into his memories. A night he'd never forget if he lived a thousand years.
"So this is why you said 'When I agree' you bastard. You sure it's her kid?"
"She wears that same rose on her belt." Randal sighed in defeat. There was no way he could turn this job down now.
"I'm gonna need a new team so I don't stick out like a sore thumb."
"You'll be on her team. I'll see to that myself." There was something about the way Ozpin said those words that sent chills down the hunter's spine.
"And what's my story? People will recognize me you know. I only dropped out last year."
"You'll be repeating your first year, with what happened to your team, nobody would blame you for taking the rest of that year off."
"I'll be a repeat freshie? Yay, I can already feel people's respect for me dropping like flies."
"It gives me an excuse to put you into a freshman squad. Plus, it would be hard for you to be observing this girl while in separate classes." Randal Growled irritably.
"If I get into any trouble because of this, I'm spilling the whole thing, got it?"
"That's already been assumed."
"You really bug me sometimes."
"It comes with being your uncle."
"Well, smartass, since you've already got my answer, I got a few things to take care of here before I can pack my bags, but I'll be there as soon as I can. Oh, and just to be clear,I'm not holding myself back on this job. I'm going to be my usual charming and brutal self, got that?"
"I'd hoped you'd say that. The girl doesn't understand how the world works. I'm hoping you will be able to teach her what my staff and I can't."
"No promises there. The world teaches you how she works, people like me just happen to be the bitch's preffered method. So, what's the girl's name?"