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The Wanderer

Throughout human history, armed conflict had been a normalized occurrence for as long as nations and states have been around. However, as technology advanced, and conflicts became more and more violent, many began to say a very fitting phrase. War Never changes. Its less of a statement of fact, and more a simple observation on human nature's tendency for violence. Wars always come down to simple reasons in the end. Thats why this phrase exists. If you took away the technology, the politics, or the setting, in layman's terms, war is still the same.

Thats why war never changes, right? Thats what they say, but to The sole survivor, none of that really mattered, not anymore at least. It didn't used to be like that, as he was quite interested in the nature of war, since he served in the United states army. However now it was different, he had seen so much violence and horrible, nightmarish things, he wasn't sure he wanted to know anymore about war. Why had he seen so much? Simple. He lived his life in the Boston commonwealth. Two hundred years after nuclear fire had burned the world.

The sole survivor walked up a pale white circular incline that led to his destination within the walls of the institute. The institute was by far one of the greatest marvels within the commonwealth. Completely underground, and 'safe' from the forces that may threaten them, the institute housed very advanced technology, and some of the greatest minds that the commonwealth, and most likely, America, had to offer. The sole survivor had been thoroughly impressed with the technology displayed in the Institute, however with everything he had heard from the commonwealth surface, he was hesitant to say the institute were perfect. He continued his trek, before he found a sliding door, already open, and the person he was wanting to meet on the other side.

"Father, Its good to see you back." An old man on the other side of the door greeted, and Nathan smiled warmly. The old man wore a basic lab coat, and had a rather full white beard covering his caucasian face. His hair and beard were both well trimmed, and his eyes spoke of joy and relief upon looking at Nathan. "Its been nearly a month since your last visit."

"I've been busy in Nuka World Shaun, lots of raiders to kill and such." The sole survivor said a bit dismissively, a bit of sarcasm leaking into his words. "And I asked you to call me Dad, or Nathan, its weird for you to call me 'father' all the time." Nathan's face was covered by a large, Dark green gas-mask like armored helmet. This was complimented by the large dark green plates of marine combat armor on his chest, arms, and legs. The armor was a bit cumbersome, but when it came to protection, it was second only to power armor. Underneath the armor plates was the familiar blue of a vault suit, signaling the man's status as a former vault dweller. Shaun smiled, and walked back into his room, with Nathan following him. Shaun sat a table with two chairs by it, a small place he had specifically deigned for him and his father to talk.

"So tell me, how have you been?" Shaun asked, curiosity peaked, and Nathan sat down on the other chair. He looked at shaun for only a moment before responding.

"I've been well, although the same can't be said for most fo the raiders in Nuka world. It was a rough fight, but now I've got the working of a good trading post there." Nathan said, and Shaun nodded, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Always working to make the world a better place, aren't you?" Shaun asked, to which Nathan nodded, although hesitantly. Nathan tried to do his best for everyone, but he knew he couldn't make everyone happy, something that was painfully obvious with every time he visited Shaun for one of their talks. "So why can't you at least try to retrieve the reactor component?" Shaun asked with concern in his voice. Nathan averted his gaze from father after that question.

This is the quickest he's ever changed the subject to that. Nathan thought to himself. Would he understand if I told him I was being pulled in four different directions? Would he care? He would probably say it was all for the betterment of the commonwealth. But still. I need more time to...Nathan's thoughts were interrupted by a particular german Shepard rushing into the room, barking a bit, before trotting up to Shaun, the older man petting the dog's head.

"Well hello Dogmeat." Shaun said pleasantly, the dog panting a bit as his head was being pet. Nathan couldn't help but smile at the display, but his smile was hidden behind his helmet. No, I'm still not ready to make my decision. Between Far Harbor, the Mechanist, and now Nuka world...I have more things to do before I decide on the fate of the commonwealth. Man that sounds dramatic.

"You already know my answer shaun. In time. I'm...I'm not ready." Nathan semi-admitted. And Shaun sighed, before he nodded. Nathan could tell he was disappointed, but he also knew that shaun wouldn't pressure him about it twice in a day, because Shaun knew why he came here almost every month.

"Of course fa-I mean, Nathan, but please don't spend too much more time. I don't know if we'll have this opportunity for much longer." Nathan nodded, knowing he was right. "So is there anything else you'd like to talk about?" Shaun asked a bit hesitantly.

"Oh, you have no Idea, now should I start with the blue glowing deathclaws, or the fake Alien ship..." Shaun shuddered a bit at his father's words, steeling himself for the tales he was about to hear.

"I don't think this is a good idea." An institute scientist said warily as his superior, Justin Ayo, who was standing behind him, watching his work. They were both just outside of the institute's teleporter, behind the main terminal that controlled the large device. Justin Ayo was well known in the institute, as he was the current acting director of the synth retention Bureau. Technically the true director was a fellow named Dr. Zimmer, but he was still away on business within the capital wasteland. The director was a bit of an older man with a rough white mustache and nearly bald head. He currently had an expression of focus on his face, as he was getting the other scientist in front of him to do something that would be highly frowned upon by their leader, Father.

"I don't care what you think, keep working, he could come back any minute." Justin said hurriedly. I need this finished fast, if someone else finds us, they'll ask questions. The director thought to himself. If only I could have accessed his power armor too. At that last thought, the scientist at the terminal clicked out of it, with an audible beep resonating from the machine. The lights within the teleporter room went black, but only for a moment, before they became illuminated again. "Is it done?" Justin asked, before he pushed past the scientist, and looked at the computer screen, to see that it said 'Teleporter optimization complete.' "Good."

"Can I go now?" The scientist asked, while looking around nervously briefly, and Justin silently nodded. The scientist approached the elevator at the other end of the room, and Justin walked over to the side of the side of the room where there was a small corridor that led to a sliding door he could open. As the elevator descended with the nervous and mostly unwilling scientist gone, Justin opened the door, briefly stepped inside, closed the door, and waited on the telltale sound of power armor.

Justin waited for nearly an hour in his hiding spot before he heard the elevator reach the teleporter level again, and the sounds of heavy footsteps reached his ears, along with the sound of a dog's trotting. The director smiled to himself, knowing his plan would work. The steps came closer, but did not approach the door he was hiding behind. The steps stopped for a brief moment, and he surmised that Nathan had reached the control terminal.

"Alright Dogmeat, lets head to sanctuary, I got some stuff to drop off. Then its off to Nuka world again." Nathan said, his voice filtered through the power armor's helmet. He typed the coordinates onto the terminal, and Dog meat went ahead of him, and entered the teleporter. Nathan was currently standing with his full suit of X-01 power armor, it's red hot rod paint design it's most striking feature. Although the outside of it housed several different weapons. The machine in front of the sole survivor hummed briefly before he himself stepped away from the console, and into the teleporter. He sighed to himself, knowing his teleportation was imminent. "Sure hope Preston doesn't ha-" He was cut off as two brilliant lightning like purple flashes erupted on top of both Nathan and Dogmeat, both of them gone within the blink of an eye.

Justin left his hiding place in a hurry, and went over to the computer terminal. Now that he's gone, I need to fix this thing before anyone else finds out. Thankfully he had seen what the other scientist had been doing, and simply needed to reverse his work. However his plan had been successful. Nathan, the only survivor of vault one eleven had been a thorn in his side since the very beginning. It only got worse though, as he had continually refused to acquire the reactor component. Plus Father had been adamant on getting him to do it for them. Not anymore though. By using codes from satellite arrays around the commonwealth that he had gathered from synth scouts, Justin was able to devise a way to teleport Nathan so far away, not even the institute's relays could recover him. This would require destroying the satellite sites afterwords, but that was trivial. But he was not an expert when it came to the teleporter or it's technology, so he needed a scientist from advanced systems to actually make the code, and apply it. An offer of multiple personal synths would ensure the scientist's silence. He just hoped he hadn't permanently damaged or altered the teleporter in any way.

"-ve another settlement that needs my help. I've helped just about every settlement in the commonwealth three times...now." Nathan said, at first being annoyed, but soon his annoyance was overcome with confusion as he saw he was not in sanctuary, but instead was in some kind of forest. A very green forest. "What the hell?" He looked around, and found Dogmeat sniffing the air curiously, but he also continued to see green trees everywhere he looked. Something that shouldn't have been possible within the commonwealth. "I must be in far harbor," Nathan said, coming to his realization. "Or somewhere near it. The land around far harbor looked kinda green." Nathan said aloud, and Dogmeat came up to his side, looking at the power armored man with a head tilt. Nathan sighed, figuring he'd have to find a way back to the commonwealth somehow. "C'mon boy, lets find a way back home." Nathan began to walk southward, according to his Pipboy at least, in an effort to at least head in the direction of Boston. I hope I have enough fusion cores to get there. Nathan thought worriedly.

Not five minutes into his trek south, he heard a growl come from some trees to his left. Great, probably more mongrels. Nathan thought to himself. Dog meat growled back at the location as Nathan drew a weapon he had attached to the hip of his power armor. The Deliverer, a unique, powerful, ten millimeter pistol. The weapon was rather small in comparison to the power armor's glove, but Nathan could still use it effectively. Besides he wouldn't need too big of a weapon for a few dogs.

Out of the brush three large pitch black dog-like creatures with odd white external bones emerged, greatly confusing the sole survivor. Huh, radiations a hell of a thing. Nathan thought, before he aimed his weapon at the center dog threateningly. "Be Calm!" Nathan ordered, attempting to intimidate the dogs into submission. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work, as the same wolf that he was attempting to pacify immediately lunged at him. The creature was surprisingly light, as it's attack barely managed to budge the power armored man. He responded by grasping it's right forearm, and firing multiple rounds into it's chest. The beast cried in pain, and Nathan shoved to the side, just in time for the other two to pounce on him simultaneously. He was a bit caught off guard, but even with two of them, the power armor kept him in place.

Nathan reared his left fist back, and delivered a solid punch to the one on his left side, while he shot the other in the head with the Deliverer twice, before pistol whipping it away. Dogmeat barked several times, and Nathan could tell what his partner was trying to tell him. A year or two of traveling with anything would allow you to discern certain behaviors or patterns. Nathan recognized the tone of Dogmeat's bark instantly, a warning. Nathan turned to his left only to see the first wolf he thought he had killed was about to claw at him. Nathan brought his arm up, and blocked the strike. He then fired more rounds into the beast, this time into it's head, and the beast's skull broke apart as the bullets tore through it. The beast slumped over, motionless, before it began to fade away into thin air. Before Nathan could wonder what in the hell that was about, he heard the familiar sound of something clanging against the back of his armor. He turned around to see both of the other dogs were up, one clawing at him, and the other being distracted by Dogmeat. Nathan's faithful companion was keeping a good distance between him and the wolf, which the sole survivor was thankful for, as while he was protected in his armor, he imagined the sheer length could do some major damage to anyone not protected.

Nathan shot the one attacking him once, before the familiar click of a weapon being out of ammo reached his ears. Shit. Nathan swore in his mind, seeing the wolf in front of him shake it's head a few times, more in annoyance than anything. These things sure are tough. Nathan then lifted his right leg up over the beast's head, and slammed it down before the thing could hope to dodge. The weight and force of the armored leg crushed the wolf's head instantly, and it too began to fade away. He reloaded his weapon, before he aimed it at the last wolf, and fired at it's head, until the skull began to break, and it slumped towards him in a vain attempt to attack. The last body began to fade away too, leaving no trace behind.

"Alright, so were these things figments of my imagination, or..?" Nathan asked himself, but had no answer. Dogmeat was sniffing the area around where one of the beasts had vanished. Which ruled his theory out, if Dogmeat was searching for it, it had to be real. Right? He shook his head, figuring he'd think about it later. He turned back south, and kept walking. He went another ten minutes before more of those wolves appeared.

In the world of remnant, within the city of Vale, and further within a school by the name of beacon academy there was man sitting at a desk within an office, within the school building itself. This man was older looking, with grey hair, glasses, a Dark suit, and a green scarf. He was currently looking at a near translucent screen with a cup of coffee in his hand. The screen displayed images of a large robot-looking humanoid fighting off pitch black creatures with a dog. Needless to say, the man wasn't expecting to see that when he woke up today.

"Professor Ozpin." A female's voice caught the man's attention, and he turned his head ever so slightly to see the woman who had called his name. She was a questionably middle aged woman that wore a long-sleeved white frilled top, and a black high-waisted pencil skirt with bronze buttons and black-brown stockings.

"Yes, Mrs. Goodwitch?" Ozpin asked, as if nothing at all was going on.

"What are we going to do about this trespasser?" She asked, a bit perturbed that the headmaster of the school they were at was not concerned with a hunter suddenly tripping the motion cameras within the emerald forest. "He is technically trespassing." She assured, almost certain that Ozpin would argue with her on that point.

"I'm not sure, I think it would be best to get him out of the forest first, then we can worry about what we're going to 'do with him'" Ozpin said with a smirk, and Glynda Goodwitch narrowed her eyes for a moment, before grabbing an electronic tablet on the desk, and tapping a few buttons on it.

"I'll get a bullhead ready." Ozpin smiled a bit, before he turned his attention back to the armored man. He had just dispatched another five beowolves with relative ease. However Ozpin could tell that this man, while skilled, was not a hunter. It was rare for hunters to wear heavy armor, as their aura protected them, and if the armor was too restrictive it could prevent them from fighting effectively. This man however was walking around in what appeared to be red and black flame painted, hydraulic powered armor with a few weapons strapped to the back of it. That was also something very unusual to see on a hunter, multiple weapons. I am most interested in just where this man is from. Ozpin thought as he continued to watch, before Glynda let him know the bullhead was prepped and ready.

Nathan finished off another wolf before reloading the Deliverer again. Its a good thing I have a fuck load of ten millimeter ammo. He thought to himself. One of the perks for anyone lucky enough to acquire a Pipboy, was gaining the device's atomizing storage. Basically it could store a near unlimited amount of stuff in it corresponding to the strength of the user. If put into power armor, this 'weight limit', as the Pipboy called it, was increased substantially. Nathan had prepped up because he was planning on going to Nuka world to clear out some more deathclaws that had been killing traders. Some people think there was a nest, and so Nathan had prepped accordingly.

Dogmeat approached his side, the canine's tale wagging after defeating another round of the wolves. Nathan was about to praise the dog for supporting him, but also not getting into too much danger himself. However Dogmeat's ears shot up, and he growled while looking into the brush. Great, more wolves. Nathan thought, before turning in the direction Dogmeat was looking, only to see just one shape moving toward them. One very large bear-like shape. It was pitch black, with the only exceptions being the skull on it's head and the spines on it's back. Very reminiscent of the wolves he had fought previously. What is with the wildlife around here? Nathan asked himself as he put the Deliverer back into it's holster. While effective, he figured he'd need more that that to take this thing down.

He used a few dials on the outside of his right power armor gauntlet to access the Pipboy. An amber menu showed up on his power armor HUD, and he went to his weapons, retrieving an old favorite of his. A blue digital light briefly emerged from the Pipboy, forming into a rough, rusty looking weapon made of wood and pipe. It was a very modified pipe rifle that Nathan had been using almost ever since he first emerged from the vault. The bear creature roared, and began to charge at him. He aimed the rifle, and let loose some of the many thousands of .38 caliber rounds into the beast. The skull plate was quickly being chipped at by the semi-automatic fire, and it howled as the bullets teared through it's body. Nathan smirked, even though it was an old weapon, the unnatural penetrating abilities of the weapon never failed him. Never had another pipe gun of any kind been able to actually cause dents in power armor.

The bear wasn't dead yet however, and Nathan simply kept firing, the forty eight round magazine on the weapon wasn't empty yet. Dogmeat ran behind the bear, and bit into it's back heel, causing it to stall completely. Nathan's weapon ran dry, and as he reloaded, the bear shifted it's attention to Dogmeat. It attempted to swipe and claw at the canine, but the german Shepard stayed out of reach. Nathan then walked parallel to the creature, and fired rounds into it's unprotected side. It howled, and stumbled. Nathan fired some more at it's head, but soon it began to fade, signaling it's demise.

"Well, that thing was pretty tough." Nathan said to himself, before he looked down at the rifle in his hands."Thanks again Ricky." Nathan still wasn't sure entirely why he had named the weapon that, but he kept it, figuring it wasn't hurting anything. Dogmeat shook his head a bit, before scratching the back of his ear.

Nathan looked around them, and besides the fact there was a clearing not too far from them, the forest was till largely the same. No landmarks, people, unusual sights, normal radioactive beasts, or anything to really indicate he was going the right direction besides the compass. Just how much further do we have to go? Nathan asked himself. As if the universe read his thoughts, he heard what sounded like jet engines. Jets? There weren't that many in the air force when I was still in the army, why are there jets out here? Nathan thought, before he saw what could only be described as a fusion between a jet and a Vertibird. The side of the expensive looking vehicle was open, revealing two rather well dressed individuals. The strange Vertibird lowered until it landed within the clearing, Nathan watching carefully the whole time. One of the individuals was an older man with a cup of what appeared to be coffee, a cane, and a small smile. While the other individual was a rather attractive secretary-esk woman who was looking at him suspiciously. They stepped off the platform, and approached him. Dogmeat was looking at them with an attentive look, his ears perched up high.

"Well hello there." Ozpin greeted politely, briefly glancing at the dog at the armored man's side. "My name is professor Ozpin, may I ask why you're trespassing here?" Ozpin said a bit tiredly, as he didn't particular like to accuse people of that unless they were on campus itself. However it was necessary. Ozpin noted that the man gripped the very...rough looking rifle he had a bit tighter.

"Didn't know I was trespassing." the man replied, his voice given an electronic fuzz from the helmet. "So just where am I? Afraid I'm a bit lost." The dog by the man's side continued to watch them carefully, both Ozpin and Glynda noting just how loyal the Dog seemed.

"Yes, it would appear so." Ozpin said with a bit of amusement, but Nathan didn't let his guard down. This maniac has these kinds of things running around his property? Maybe he's tried to get rid of them, but he doesn't seem like the 'I'm desperate to get rid of these things' type. Ive seen that before. No, he seems more like the 'I know what exactly is happening, and I don't care because I did it' type. Nathan thought to himself. "Perhaps we could offer you a ride to the academy? Its certainly a lot safer than out here." Nathan paused, weighing his options.

"Oh? So you let monsters run around everywhere else on your property?" Nathan asked a bit dangerously. He noticed the woman glare at him with as much negativeness he was putting out, while Ozpin seemed confused. Then his mouth formed an 'O' as he realized something.

"So I take it you don't know what Grimm are?" Ozpin asked, and the woman looked at him oddly, while Nathan tilted his head just slightly.

"What the fuck is a Grimm?" the man asked, more suspicion is his voice than ever. Ozpin also noticed that Glynda was scowling a bit at the man, ,most likely because of his language. She never did like cursing. Ozpin looked at the man and sighed. So he obviously isn't from around here. He also doesn't seem to trust me, not that I can blame him considering his position. Ozpin thought.

"If you don't know what Grimm are, then I believe we have a lot to talk about." Ozpin said, addressing Nathan. "Please, we don't mean you any harm. I can understand you may be a little confused, but so are we. We didn't expect someone to suddenly trip the motion cameras in the center of the forest without first tripping the outer ones." At his words, Nathan paused, realizing what the man had just said. So, this place has cameras...everywhere? And I didn't even see them? Huh. Alright, lets see what they have to say. Nathan visibly relaxed, and Ozpin smiled gently. "So, will you hear us out?" Ozpin asked, and Nathan nodded, the woman relaxing her glare as well, but she still seemed suspicious. "Great, but if you don't mind, may we know your name?" Nathan thought for a bit whether or not to tell them his real name, but figured there was no harm in doing so.

"Nathan, Nathan Sullivan."

Nathan was now riding in what he learned was called a bullhead. The jet powered aircraft floating them across the sky at an incredible speed, even faster than the Vertibirds he's flown in. Dogmeat seemed to be having a great time, but Nathan wouldn't let him go too far near the edge. Fearing he might fall out of the fast vehicle. He could tell that Ozpin and the now named woman, Glynda, were watching him, but he didn't exactly care that much. He was just glad to be out of that forest. They soon approached what could only be described as a castle of a school. He could tell it was a school, as not only had Ozpin told him, but he could see the dorms and a few other communal buildings and rooms suggesting it was such. But none of that detracted from the almost ethereal beauty the school had. Soon they landed on a deck clearly made for the bullheads, and they all hopped off. Nathan more so crashing due to the sound his armor made.

"Follow us, and we'll talk more in my office." Ozpin said as he walked ahead of Nathan, Glynda following close behind. Nathan and Dogmeat followed as well, but the man had questions now.

"Ozpin, if this is a school, then where are all of the students? Its the middle of the day. Are they all in their classes or something?" Nathan asked curiously, and Glynda turned her head slightly to look behind her at Nathan.

"Classes don't start for another month. We're currently prepping for them." Glynda explained. Nathan nodded in understanding, putting his rifle on his shoulder, pointing it upwards. "We saw you pull that out of thin air too." She said, and Nathan nearly tripped at being somewhat discovered. He should have expected that, but he was still a bit caught off guard by it. Glynda let the smallest trace of a smile form on her lips, before it was quickly squashed, and she looked forwards again.

They approached the central building, which had a large central tower that dominated the skyline. The overall architecture of the school was very impressive, and Nathan couldn't help but be in awe of it. Even Boston's own buildings, while extremely practical, were nowhere near the castle-esk image the school gave. The only thing that came close, appropriately enough, was CIT. Or Nuka world. However that was a different kind of awe. Ozpin opened some double doors to the building, and the four of them made their way down some rather plain looking hallways to an elevator. They all entered, although because of Nathan's armor, it was a bit tighter than it should have been.

Once they stepped out, Nathan found himself inside of an office who's interior seemed to be stylized off a clocktower. Although they may have simply been the result of his office being all the way up here. The large table at the other end of the room sported what appeared to be holographic screens displaying images of the forest Nathan was just in. So those were the cameras he was talking about. Nathan thought as he observed the screens. Man, these guys sure are advanced. Not even the institute has screens like these. Ozpin sat down at a chair behind the desk, and Glynda took a spot next to him, now holding a strange black tablet.

"Now then why don't we begin?" Ozpin said, sipping on his coffee. "Where exactly are you from?" Nathan looked at him for a moment, and then at Glynda, and both of them were looking at him expectantly.

"I'm from Boston, so where exactly is here? Are we near Far harbor? Because I know that place, and can find myself back from there." Nathan said, hoping to get home as soon as he could, and he was received with an odd glace from Glynda, and a raised eyebrow from Ozpin.

"I'm afraid I've never heard of Far harbor, Or Boston for that matter. The closets city to here is Vale. Have you heard of Vale before?" Ozpin's question caused Nathan to pause, before he stepped closer to the desk. Glynda began to tap on the tablet in front of her, appearing to note some things down.

"You've never heard of Boston? How?" Nathan asked with confusion, ignoring Ozpin's previous question.

"Well, I don't believe a place called 'Boston' exists in Remnant. At least, none that I know of." The headmaster explained, and Nathan seemed extremely perplexed. "It would seem you are more lost than you first realized friend." Ozpin said gently. Perhaps more lost than anyone has ever been. Ozpin thought.

"Remnant? What? Are you bullshitting me or something?" Nathan asked dangerously, and Glynda sent him a dreadful glare.

"I apologize, but I am not 'bullshitting you' I have never heard of Boston." Ozpin asserted, and Nathan huffed a bit.

"What about America?" This question was asked with a bit of finality, as if this was a sure fire question to answer whatever he was wondering himself.

"Pardon?" Ozpin asked, unfamiliar with any word like that.

"The United Sates of America, have you heard of it?" His question was direct, and had a slightly angry undertone. This caused Glynda to put a hand on her collapsed riding crop.

"No." Ozpin answered simply, at which, Nathan stepped back a bit, Glynda eyeing him suspiciously. "Nathan? Are you alright?" He received no response, instead Nathan sighed as he hung his head a bit. Dogmeat, sensing his master's distress, walked over to him, lightly scratching at Nathan's armored leg.

"Looks like I found myself in a completely unfamiliar place. Again." Nathan said, more to himself than to anyone else. He had felt the same way when he left the vault, but this was different. These people didn't even know what America was. Unless he was in some god forsaken part of the Yukon, he was pretty sure he wasn't even on earth anymore. The vault had been similar, but at least he knew what the city had been. Now though, he was completely lost. Guess I better take this one step at a time. It won't do any good to panic or anything. I got here, so I can get back. Nathan thought as he saw his host's inquisitive but also cautious gaze.

"Again?" Ozpin asked, and Nathan looked at the man, before sighing.

"Sorta, last time was...different though. Moving on, so where exactly am I? You said Vale right?" Nathan questioned, to which the professor nodded.

"Yes, we are technically within the kingdom of Vale, although its a kingdom in name only." Ozpin explained. "There are three other kingdoms outside of Vale that each house a hunter training academy as well. There are some independent locations outside of the four kingdoms, but not many." Nathan nodded, seeming to understand. Before anyone could say anything else, a beeping was heard coming from Nathan. "Was that you?"

"Uh, yea, that was my suits way of telling me It needs a new core soon. Anyways, so what exactly were those Grimm out there then? Thats what you called them right? You guys look to have really advanced tech, why are there black wolves that attack on sight in your backyard? Your guard dogs or something?" Nathan asked, this time with a bit of annoyance. Ozpin smiled at that, amused by the man's reasoning. Seeing an outside perspective on things often gave Ozpin himself a chance to rethink what he thought was normal, but he never thought he'd meet someone that had an otherworldly perspective.

"Those would be what we call Grimm. What they are we aren't quite sure, but we do know they've been terrorizing humanity for thousands of years." Ozpin said, which caused Nathan to do a double take. Thousands? Damn. And I thought having to deal with mutated aliens for a decade or two must have been torture. Nathan thought to himself, but he did nod, understanding that his hosts didn't even know entirely what they were.

"Huh, good to know they weren't one of your failed science experiments. I was kinda worried there for a minute." Nathan said with a joking tone, causing Ozpin to chuckle a bit, while Glynda gave him a deadpan stare. "So then, how exactly do I get home? If you guys have any Idea." At Nathan's question, Ozpin hummed for a moment, while Glynda raised an eyebrow.

"I honestly don't know, however, you are more than welcome to take some time here to get your bearings." Ozpin said with some genuine concern. "I can understand if your situation may be...concerning to you." Nathan looked down to where Dogmeat was, and then back up at Ozpin. If this really is some 'other world' then I suppose I don't have anywhere else to go. As nice as this guy seems, I can tell he's hiding secrets. He is offering me, a complete and total stranger, a place at his academy until I can find a way back. Of course students aren't here, but still... I guess as the old saying goes, 'Never look a gift horse in the mouth.'

"That would be nice."

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