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ozma didn't take his mucinex and boom. catboy
RWBY Scene redraw 2 / 3: “Falls from Grace are never Elegant”
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I can't stop thinking about how Oscar used magic without his cane
because we've seen Ozma use magic quite a lot, Salem and the other first wave humans we've seen use magic using thier hands, but Ozma is always holding something
Ozma with his staff (fighting alongside salem),
Ozma 2.0 with his staff (fighting Salem for the children)
Ozpin with the cane (Cinder fight)
and Oscar with the cane (falling through atlas)
all of these times the staff or the cane has been used (probably to focus the magic)
But oscar has used magic without the cane twice:
making the bubble falling from Atlas and his first spell in the fight with Salem
the rest of the fight Oscar has his cane, and the magic seems to be coming from that
Emblems.
Ozpin - Salem - Salem and Ozma’s Kingdom
She was right about you.
That’s…that’s Salem, right? That’s Salem Cinder is referring to, right? And he knows it, too. Ozpin knows.
Tag yourself
𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
❛ what are you doing? ❜
❛ what , you’re going to kill me? ❜
❛ fuck ! put the gun down ! please , come on ! it’s me , alright ? ❜
❛ what are you doing with that ? ❜
❛ please .. don’t do this anymore ! ❜
❛ let her/them/him go or i’ll blow you away ! ❜
❛ wait ! okay … okay ! okay , i’ll tell you , whatever you want to know .. ❜
❛ you point that thing at me you better pull the trigger . ❜
❛ alright , alright , alright .. i’ll talk ! ❜
❛ please , just let me go , i won’t tell anyone … i promise . ❜
❛ let me out of here ! let me go ! ❜
❛ you’re not getting away this time … ❜
❛ actually , i think i better get going … it’s late and … ❜
❛ come on ! fight back ! fight back ! fight back you coward ! ❜
❛ come on , hit me ! ❜
❛ do it ! pull the trigger ! do it , do it , do it ! ❜
❛ come and find me … polo ! ❜
❛ i don’t want to hide anymore , i don’t want to be afraid anymore … ❜
❛ you keep saying you’re going to stop but you don’t ! ❜
❛ how many more people need to die before you’re satisfied ? ❜
❛ why are you doing this ? ❜
❛ don’t come any closer , that’s far enough . ❜
❛ if you don’t pull the trigger i’ll pull it for you ! ❜
❛ i thought that you were in danger … ❜
❛ you’re dangerous … i , i just don’t want to end up dead .. ❜
❛ i promise i won’t hurt you … ❜
❛ can you please stop screwing with my mind , god ! ❜
❛ i don’t want to be here anymore , please , can we go back ? ❜
❛ um …. i’m not sure i want to go , thanks anyway .. ❜
❛ that sounds dangerous …. i’m in . ❜
❛ i don’t know , it sounds awfully dangerous … ❜
❛ stay back or i will rip your head off ! ❜
❛ i think … this is wrong , no . i can’t just stand by and watch it . ❜
❛ do you think you would ever hurt me like that ? ❜
❛ i can’t be with someone who could hurt me like that … ❜
❛ this is not love ! it is obsession ! a sick one at that ! ❜
❛ are you following me ? what … what do you want ? money ? ❜
❛ please … i have money , just let me go . ❜
❛ i don’t think you realize how the dangerous this game is .. ❜
❛ it’s not just a game ! ❜
❛ if you’re in some kind of trouble , you can tell me . ❜
❛ come on , it’s just a game , what could go so wrong ? ❜
❛ are you the one that’s been watching me ? stalking me ? ❜
❛ actually , do you mind if we just stop/pull over here ? ❜
❛ what are you doing ? you missed the stop back there ? ❜
❛ hello ? is someone there ? ❜
❛ you’re scaring me … ❜
❛ okay , you’re really starting to scare me … ❜
caeloservare:
General’s jaw clenches and he bites lip, trying to keep his emotions in check. There was void in his chest each time he thought of Ozpin and he won’t be much surprised if nothing but cold wind will ever settle there.
Silence stretches as he tries to put his focus anywhere, but on the fact that Oz is truly and undeniably gone forever. Whomever would recognize Long Memory, it won’t be Ozpin he knew, if all this mess with Ozma sitting in front him will allow another incarnation at all. Whomever it will be, they won’t carry Ozpin’s mellow gaze in a bit strange shade between brown, gold and green. They won’t have the same warmth of his smile, adorned with a dimple. It was Ozma’s soul to travel on, there will not be any trace of Ozpin, he’s sure.
“Would you be a match for a maiden?” James asks bitterly before he could stop his tongue from spilling the bitterness. He’s quick to apologize, but his eyes still avoid Ozma’s entire figure. “My apologies, that was uncalled for. Is there anything left…?” He doesn’t finish, right words won’t come. “Least I can do, would be saying a proper farewell.”
“I don’t know.” He deserves this. The anger. The bitterness. For what right did he have to live when Ozpin was gone? When all of the hosts that had given their lives to this fight were long dead and- if they were lucky- buried. Those men surely deserved this second chance more than he did. And, despite his powers, they would certain be of more use. “Unfortunately, I could not see beyond his death.”
They had both died, but it hardly seemed comparable. Ozpin, bright and kind and so unbelievably brave. Optimistic and loving. His loss was a tragedy. Ozma...well, his death was just another failure.
“I will need to test my magic, to see how much remained in my original body, before I can offer you an answer in regards to fighting maidens. I’m sorry.”
psst. @bcwtched
(ง'̀-'́)ง
caeloservare:
General hums a confirmation. Yes, staff room should be fine. He’s almost thankful for all the problems ahead as some questions start to gnaw at the back of his mind, making their slow way forward. Sooner or later he’ll have to ask, but not yet.
“Yes, it will be an issue I’m afraid we might not be able to truly solve. Depending on how it channeled magic, we could try using dust core as the temporary substitution. I never found out how Long Memory worked, I’ll need you to describe every detail of a weapon to replace it for now.” Dust, mechanisms, hilt, blades, guns, all is a game and all is a good puzzle to not think about…
“How did he go..?” James asks quietly, not looking at Ozma.
He’d been so distracted, searching his mind for the complicated explanations Isaac had given him all those years ago, as the inventor worked, that he hadn’t seen the question coming. Though, he should have.
A sharp inhale was forced through his teeth, and the noise that escaped his throat in exhale was closer to a wounded animal than a knight.
If he closed his eyes he could still remember it. The panicked thoughts of someone who realized they were losing. That they were going to die. The pain of fire touching skin. Choking on smoke.
He deserved better, yet...
“Even Ozpin wasn’t a match for a maiden.”
I’ve spent so much time living in survival mode.
Alanis Morissette (via artificialrebirth)
wizcrdking:
“A car?” Ozpin repeated, tilting his head slightly in confusion.
“Goodness, do you not know what that is? Just how long have you stayed inside such a dreary castle? It’s rather depressing, if you ask me,” he mused, shaking his head.
This man didn’t seem like a cruel person. Not really. Most likely sheltered and…well, unsure of what to say or do in certain situations. Ozpin worried for him, truth be told…especially with that woman around him.
Thoughts for another day, he supposed, blinking once as he saw Ozma lean in and offer his hand to him. Could he really trust such, though…? Ozma had never been cruel or planned to hurt him, but anything could be possible, anything could change.
After a long pause did Ozpin finally decide to reach out and grab the other’s hand, still wary, still cautious, and ready to pull back if anything went amiss…
“It’s home.”
It was all the argument he could offer. Having once been a knight full of wonderlust. Desperate to see what the world had to offer, and meet those within it. To help where he could. It was a fragile, brittle, argument, but those were the memories of another life. Before---
Well, before a lot of things.
His daughters were here, and besides- do you know what I did for you? how lonely I was? - he couldn’t leave Salem. Not again.
In truth, he hadn’t expected Ozpin to take his hands. Everything he’d done- and allowed to be done- would have surely pushed someone’s trust away. Thus, he couldn’t stop the faint tugs of a surprised smile from coming to his lips.
“This will be...well, it’ll be odd. I’m going to pass some of my magic to you, and thus it may be a bit...flashy, I suppose. Are you ready?”
like for an unkillable ozma verse starter
𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you
Who digs through the toy bin at thrift stories
Who gives better hugs
Who does absolutely nothing on a day off
Who prefers gold and who prefers silver
Who looks better in stripes
Who wears “dad hats”
Who excessively quotes shows or movies
Who saves everything because “we could use it for something someday”
Who piles on the blankets
Who drowns everything in chocolate
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥… 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱? 𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳… 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘓 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘈 𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘖𝘕 (𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴)