#oobleckbphd

[thegraymaiden]

[thegraymaiden]

OOOBLLEEECK!

“Oh I miss him…so much… I hope he doing alright.”

[thegraymaiden]

“I really need to stop listening to Colbie Caillat. It just makes me miss Bartholomew.”

[thegraymaiden]

Oobleck or Ozpin?

…oobleck…. I’m pretty sure Ozpin can’t be killed anyway.

[thegraymaiden]

So, you and Oobleck. You two get along well? You don't seem like you would be a good fit for someone so active.

“Bartholomew..” Lia flushed for a moment.  “Well we do, but I’m not around as much as I would like to.” She admitted. “I enjoy being around him. I do think I help him slow down sometimes…” 

[rwbyagle-bshp]

"Shadow of True Self" (Teine to Renault)

She’s in her full body armor, more shoulder armor on her left side to compensate for her fighting style. She has more ammo than usual loaded on her, she has more armor than when she had first sparred with Oobleck. It wasn’t too usual to see this happen, she’s usually lighter and has less shells. She has both her revolvers holstered on the side, her railgun over her shoulder, and her left eye has her targeting glass square covering it. She’s ready for combat, that’s for sure. 

Alison, or as it should be now, Alexis, was standing up behind a chair aimed straight at the front door, her targeting square glowing red at the sight of a new person. She wasn’t too sure if she recognized him, but still at this point he was a target. Alexis had her orders not to have anyone be in this room with her. She spoke a lot more differently, seeming monotonous and threatening. She raised her weapon as she spoke. “You are not supposed to be here. Who are you, and why are you here?” Her railgun glowed blue as she lightly pressed on the trigger, charging the main magnets.

[ileaverosepetalsinmywake]

oobleck-b-phd + cryptic-glasses-professor + penny-combat-ready XD

//I can confirm this, I love you guys~

[themotherofnevermoresx]

Visiting the Doctor~ (@oobleckbphd)

Lia hurried down the hall . She had not seen Bartholomew since he was admitted. She was worried about him. She looked very different. She gotten her hair cut. Her long mangled pieces where gone and only left her with a very short in the back and lengthened toward the front.  She was wearing much nicer clothes. She was wearing nice gray slacks and a light gray sweater. She stood in front of the infirmary door. She slowly opened the door.

“Bartholomew?” She asked kindly. “How are you feeling?”