#qrow;;

[headmastering]

@luckbinds​

Back here again. The white cloaked figure skates gracefully over the lake, eyes trailing on the ice and the sights below them. It’s just as mesmerizing as ever which makes it slightly dangerous as he just narrowly avoids running into someone else. Hm. Maybe he should’ve gone to Savior’s Respite. There’d be less people to worry about bumping into there.

Breath materializing in the chilly air around him, Oz sighs before moving to do just that. Suddenly however he stops short as he recognizes someone on the shoreline.

“No.” No No No. Not like this. Ozpin knows for a fact that a meeting now wouldn’t end well, especially not while he’s in Summer’s body. Swiftly he dons her hood. Maybe he hasn’t been noticed yet. Part of him doesn’t want to run, a part he recognizes as Summer’s guilt for leaving them behind before, but a larger part can’t bear disappointing Qrow Branwen again.

[headmastering]

@luckbinds The Lake of Koi

     It’s far too early for this, Ozpin knows. The sun’s barely begun to set and people are still coming back from their fishing trips. But he approaches the water regardless, small raft cradled in his hands. There’s a reason he’s here now. The first time he lost the nerve, didn’t think he deserved to try, but arriving early and single-mindedly will hopefully alleviate the guilt and hesitation holding him back. 

    It’s just one raft, one candle. It won’t affect anything; the party its for probably will never know it exists but it’s important all the same. To him. So gently he sets the raft afloat in the water, holding his breath as he lights the candle (his mild pyrophobia wouldn’t get in the way of this either). A gentle push sends it on its way, with one simple wish: 

I’m sorry; Be well.

    After a moment, Oz moves to stand from where he was kneeling. It’s done. As he turns to leave however, he freezes in his tracks. Right down the shore, returns one small boat from fishing. It’s occupant thanking the Kappa with a casual shrug, the occupant who shouldn’t be there why is he there- he just set out the raft why now?

   Their eyes meet across the distance. Ozpin feels the color drain from his face, fear and guilt settling in immediately. But strangely, Qrow Branwen doesn’t scowl back or stalk away. Instead, he walks over, clearly confused and surprised to see the headmaster at all, but with little to no negativity behind it.

   Somehow that scares him even more, but... but he smiles. There’s no running from this. Whatever it is.

[headmastering]

@redreaping

It’s late. Ozpin can’t sleep. So here he is, walking in the brisk winter night alone. Eventually he distantly recognizes he’s wandered into the more seedier parts of the ward, and slows his pace.

Not out of fear or caution. Armed with his cane and all of his abilities and magic restored to him, the former headmaster can handily take care of himself. He just does. His gaze trails the buildings along the street, fixing in on one in particular: A pub or bar, still open, bright and vibrant. He pauses, giving it a long look.

No. He shouldn’t linger here. It’s not as if a familiar face will just stumble out of the building. Besides, that particular meeting- It’s one that swallows him with dread.

Oz has hardly taken a step away from in front of it, before he hears the door swing and slam open loudly, echoing in the night and making him jump. Turning to look, Ozpin falls very still. Brown eyes meet red in an instant.

Oh no.

Something drops heavily in the pit of his stomach, as the two regard each other in a brief silence. Out of everyone he’s wronged, this one carries the most personal weight. ‘Worst luck of my life.’ His eyes still sting just remembering their last words. He was right.

But the wizard won’t run.

“...Qrow.”

The other deserves much more than that, after all.

[headmastering]

@redreaping

      Ozpin needs a way to cripple it. To keep it in place so its damage can be mitigated and it’s defeat simpler. Perhaps if Miss Rose shows up- no he can’t depend on that possibility. He grits his teeth, surveying the situation from the dragon’s back. Griffons spawned by the Wyvern’s ick have already started circling his position... and probably Miss Belladonna’s too if she’s focusing on the other wing as he’s asked. Tsk. If they get overwhelmed they won’t be able to take care of the wings.

      Using his cane and semblance, he takes care of a few only to have to call down lighting on another as it lunges at him. Gods. Eye brimming with green fire, Oz summons ice shards out of the air around him, breath visible in the suddenly super chilled air. He continues his assault, launching the shards periodically. If he can just.. get close enough and make a large enough shard.

      Suddenly something flies past him- a... bird? He looks over in time to see one Qrow Branwen transform and immediately slice into Griffon in front of him. Then their eyes meet. Ah. He’s not sure if that’s good or not. He’s assuming not considering how their meetings usually end- how much he guesses the bird still despises him.

      “Qrow?”

[headmastering]

“So, I have to ask,” Oz begins, a definite glint of amusement and mischief behind his eye, “Have you had a fun first week of classes?” His smile is wide and almost innocent, almost. Ozpin knows exactly what he’s asking. Perhaps it’s a bit unfair, as he himself already knows his own class from last year and never really has to take on different course materials as a high school teacher, but that’s what makes this ribbing fun.

At present, Oz’s having the great pleasure of getting lunch with an old friend. Normally both of their schedules are packed (self-inflicted on ozpin’s part admittedly), so finding a moment to catch up is a blessing. In fact, for some undefinable reason, he feels... immense relief? Joy. He marks it off having worked too hard recently.

“Come now,” a hand clasps on the other’s shoulder warmly before turning into a teasing nudge, “You must regale me with all the misadventures of the great Professor Branwen. I’m simply bored to tears without them, you know.” It’s very hard not to laugh at the title- he’ll never let the younger man live it down, ever- as Oz lays it on thick. It’s alright. Qrow’s more than capable of taking it and dishing it all back tenfold.

@redreaping