#canefought

[atlasci]

unprompted. | @canefought​

          “i'm tired of the two of you fighting all the time! i know you hate each other but you guys are going to have to learn to live with each other. so this time, i'm locking myself away and i'm not coming back until the two of you sort things out.” and with a flash of gold light, oscar is gone. in his place is the expression of a very perplexed ozpin looking up at arthur.

     oscar’s anger catches him by surprise. it’s unprompted, unexpected, and frankly, this is pretty much the opposite of how he expected to be greeting this morning. before he can even articulate a proper sentence, he’s staring at ozpin, who seems to be just as clueless as he is.

     after a moment of silence, arthur narrows his eyes. “i do feel the need to ask if this has some kind of ulterior motive to it.” he mutters. “oscar is hardly the kind to do something like this, and frankly i think he’s a bit old for temper tantrums anymore.” another short pause. “...we don’t bicker that often anyway.”

[talefates]

@canefought​

“Oscar.” It was late, and his son had woken him up with worry. He had said it was something he should have said earlier before dinner, but he was scared. And if what he said was really true, then he had every right to be.

“You’re absolutely certain that it’s not a dream? That you really hear Professor Ozpin?” 

[thcrned]

@canefought​  ✿

         ‘  wake up --- hey, can you hear me ?  ‘  former huntress asked softly, tapping at his shoulder.  ‘  you have to wake up.  ‘

[fourtune]

canefought replied to your post:                   while winter may very well be...

interesting then, that james loses his left gun during his fight with salem’s forces but manages to keep his right one.

[hunteravis]

@canefought​ | unprompted

          “te amo tanto, mi vida.” ozpin kisses qrows knuckles, voice soft against his skin.

     qrow’s eyes widen upon hearing ozpin speak, and as he’s kissed, his jaw falls open a bit. he wonders if ozpin taught himself that phrase just to ruffle qrow’s feathers or if he’s been able to speak the language this whole time. he tries not to think about all the awful things he and raven passed between one another in regards to him in their youth if that is the case.

          “when the hell did you learn t’speak spanish?” qrow fianlly asks, a small smile quirking at his lips. “i don’t think i hear anyone speak it that well outside the tribe.” he bites his lip. “hace un poco de  c a l o r . ”

[cursedburden]

canefought replied to your post: disowns oscar for giving james boring pens. i need... YOU WEREN’T EVEN MY DAD TO BEGIN WITH

oh you didnt get the memo??

i am your father

[pandium]

@canefought​ replied to your post “ozpin, getting stabbed: finders keepers”

sb: hey oz where did you get that knife? ozpin: i found it between my ribs.

[revivalsummer]

“ what’s our motto ? ! “

happy late birthday to @canefought !

[atlvsian-blog]

@canefought​   //   starter call !

          “aren’t you a bit young to be attending atlas academy?”

     his voice echoes through the empty halls, gentle but far from shy as he questions. he’s young, but not nearly as young as oscar, and without the school uniform donning his figure, it’s clear he’s no student either. the gun at his side and the armor on his shoulders begs the question of just what he is to the academy.

          “i usually don’t see children as young as you here until the end of the year, when the junior schools start doing tours for prospective students.”

[atlasci]

@canefought​  |  god au starter

          “i was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten about me, ozpin.” the sarcasm in his voice is palpable, dripping from his words to pool around them both. “a whole  d a y  later than you usually arrive. and what is my lecture to be this time?” he slithers lazily toward the spring opposite the entrance to the cave, sighing as his scales meet the warm water. if ozpin didn’t already know where he was, the only evidence of his location would be the cloud of violet smoke that rises from behind the rocks.

          “let me guess... ‘if i would only admit to my wrongdoings, my title would be gladly restored’? is that the angle you’re going to attempt this time?”

[becomestorm]

canefought replied to your post.

characters are only ‘good boys’ in this fndm if they sit there and look cute and it honestly disgusts me

you’re right and you should say it.

[talefates]

i just think you're neat c:

validation? validation please? / accepting

[thcrned]

“✉” /for ozpin :3c

AS-TU REÇU MON MESSAGE

[ mssg - local wizard ]  i found something weird. a castle. it’s surrounded by grimm

NO SERVICE ! 

[ mssg - local wizard ]  i’m not staying long but it’s just really weird. i took some pictures. i’m hundreds of miles from any towers, though. 

NO SERVICE !

[ mssg - local wizard ]  thinking i should have come with back up. too late now though!

NO SERVICE !

[ mssg - local wizard ]  ozpin? hey, oz? i found her. 

NO SERVICE !

[dispetal]

            It’s    been    a    while    since    Ruby’s    felt    COMPLETELY    nervous.    On    one    hand,    there’s    the    nervousness    and    stress    of    battle   --    but    this    was    much    different    than    that.    Those    were    GOOD    anxieties,    ready    for    the   rush    of    excitement    when    soaring    in    the    air    and    doing    what    she    was    trained    to    do.    She    spent    her    time    in    Vale    and    Beacon    training    to    be    a    fighter,    a     Huntress,    and     to     make    her    own    way    from    the    stories   she    loved.

          RUBY    ROSE    WAS    NOT    TRAINED    TO    DO...    THIS.

          Diplomacy    was    a    good    trait    for    any    leader    to    have,    but    this    was    much    different.    What    if    Professor    Ozpin    hated     her    now?    What    if    he    hated    ALL    of    them?     Was    he    mad    that    this    secret    he’d    been    holding    his    chest    for    SO    LONG    was    now    out    and    open    for   everyone    in    this    inner    circle    to   see?    Was    SHE    any    different    for    doing    the    same    to    Ironwood,    betraying    his    trust?

           These    thoughts    and    more    clouded    at    her    head,    running    a    million    miles    a    minute.    Her    head    was    so    far    up    in    the   atmosphere    that    she    didn’t    realize    her    feet    had    moved    her     to    the    door    Oscar    was    behind.    With    them    both    back,    was    it    too    much    to     talk    to    him    now?     Would    he    even    be    able    to    talk?    Would    he    want    to?

             It    was    too    late    to    turn    back,   anyway.    She    takes   a   deep    breath.

                        “Uh...     Hey,    Oscar?    It’s    Ruby,   can    I...    Come   in    to    talk    for    a   sec?”

                   @canefought​     plotted.

[lepusheart]

@canefought​ asked:  *chin hands* tell us how jaune is reacting to oscar missing / communications going down / the fucking fall of beacon all over again

   Ruby’s voice rings in his ears; the frantic cries of that pitched whine a tell-tale sign that something other than the General’s declaration hung in the balance. She wanted to say more--and then, she was gone, scroll blaring a crimson light of lock-down that sends a shiver down rabbit’s spine, leaving him in desperation to reconnect their voices. It’s useless; nothing more he can do but pocket the device, allowing shaken pupils to refocus upon the destruction of Oscar’s room. 

   Robotic guards torn to shreds, marks of flame burning the walls, and a sinking sensation begins to ebb and wane within his chest. Who could have done this? Who would have taken Oscar, out of everyone? What did they WANT with him? There were only so many possibilities, but a handful that knew of the true nature that hide itself away within the boy, and fewer still that wanted what he held; the knowledge strapped to his hip.

   All at once it feels he’s drowning; as if it was all just a recollection of that night again. Chaos. Panic. Loss. 

   --Was he too late? Had they already taken another life from him, another teammate that he was too weak to protect? 

   Breath hitches, tremors wrack his frame, and if paladin doesn’t escape he feels as if he’d be ill. Weight pivots on heels, eyes torn away from the destruction of where Oscar was thought to be safe, and the panic that wells is bursting at the seams; Jaune unable to hear the questioning voices of his partners through the blood pumping in his ears. Where would he even look? The school grounds? Atlas in its whole? Mantle? Where would he have been taken, and for what reason did they target him? 

   What if they’d hurt him? Was he crying for help? Did he feel alone, scared, as if he’d never see the light again? Did he know that someone was coming for him, to save him in the end?

   Thoughts that rattle are numbing, then all at once Jaune finds reality snapped back around him, frightened eyes locked upon the expressions of teammates mirroring their own worry and fear. He had to keep it together--he couldn’t crumble. Not now. Oscar needed them; and to move forward Jaune needed to stay grounded just for a little longer. He just had to think. 

   The relic. Oscar. Guardsmen. Fire. Fire, fire, fire--

   Something shifts, and in an instance panic ebbs as rage BOILS, the sensation of heat from stomach to throat expelling in a venomous hiss; in harbored hatred as the very VISION of that woman dares to make itself known.

   “Cinder.

            She was HERE.”

   She took Oscar. She dared to waltz right back into arc’s safe-haven, and to again, sneak beneath his nose to grasp for another life he held dear--to rip a second teammate from beneath him. He’s sickened by the very rage forgotten to have held in his chest, paled by the energy exuded to even experience such overwhelming emotions, and forced to escape it rabbit is with a heavy swing; the side of a coiled fist slammed into the plaster wall of academy’s hall. It aches--the tingling sensation that crawls up his arm, but it’s a reminder of where he is; of what is at stake, and that someone, even if it had to be him, had to stop it. Had to stop HER--...

   Not again. He wouldn’t be dubbed a failure again.

   “We can’t wait for Ruby and her team.

                                    We have to find Oscar. NOW.”

[cursedburden]

@canefought​ im after the kneecaps chief

Deep crimson eyes laid bare to the elder deity’s residence, the countless years burdening the misguided god’s soul. Everything that had happened, the whispers, the mocking from fellow peers, it all lead back to Ozpin. Qrow stands there, nodding to a black corvid, in order to let it fly to it’s native lands after accompanying his namesake to the location of the god he seeks.

Light footsteps approach the other, his modern weapon he purposefully forged to seek revenge on the world rests in his grasp as a broadsword, but he had no intention to strike, he merely wanted answers. Torn cape followed its owner, and when he stormed inside, he glares at the god he despised, knowing that with all the power he has, all Ozpin did was watch Qrow fall, become corrupted by the words of others, and change into a form of death, burdened with misfortune.

“You... you watched me fall, didn’t you. Let the mockery and the lies taint my views of myself, and watch me change into something they wanted me to be... I bet you’re proud, aren’t you.” A cold tone, laced with spite and hatred, it became natural to Qrow, the joy he once had... a null past.