Got a scene I'm not sure how to continue.
I work by setting up the bones of a scene and then filling in the organs and meat, so to speak.
This is a rough draft, and also a ways into Act II.
>My Scroll beeped in the ad jingle I set it to.
>I answered with a "Yeah?"
>I hadn't known that two of the White Fang were listening from two rooms over. It might have been an old tin-shed of a warehouse, but that was no problem for someone whose trait was enhanced hearing.
>On top of that, it was pretty funny how in the grand scheme of things, this took place right after I got done with my tangent to Adam about how tough it was to get hearing protection for faunus.
>"Keep talking as if it's your superior." Ozpin. The Council gave him my contact number.
>"I know where you are, and what you're doing." I had tensed myself for more crap coming my way.
>So, imagine my surprise when after a breath, he said "Your initiative is commendable."
>"... in the field. Where else?" I don't quite think I had intended that to be playing with the sentence. But it was a hell of a point.
>"We have the ability to make the powerhouse you described a non-issue. Bring her to Beacon Academy." Ozpin's words might have sounded like a demand.
>But at this point I was seasoned enough to never take things at face value.
>Or to be precise, I could hear the focus in his tone. The kind of focus you have when your friend is right about to win the small picture that's part of the big picture.
>"Actionable intel comes from a hundred different points. Usually with no time to spare, you know?" I said with some annoyance. I have since found that I very much like to obfuscate by having a completely different conversation to who's feeding me intel.
>"I would be... most interested in the means you did it with." Ozpin understated the issue.
>I never knew for sure, and I don't remember if I asked - but I have a hunch that on some level, he and Salem knew of what was coming down on me ahead of time.
>Doesn't line up well with their actions, though - if there's such thing as a magic detector, they wouldn't have needed a real search for Relics and Maidens.
>Only fake counterintelligence that would suggest needing to actually search. Enough to fool their other side, anyway.
>However the case may be, I still had no clue if they knew that my will had no bearing on getting new capability or knowledge as it landed upon me.
>"Yeah. No shit I'm dirty. There's no handling shit without getting dirty."
>*"You* taught me that."
>It was not tough to vent a few grievances, given that the source of them was not the person speaking to me.
>A pause occurred. Must have impacted harder than I meant to. "You were right, with what you said to the Council. I approve in full."
>I felt he would.
>"I've put some work in. They trust me now." I said, dismissing concerns that someone else had voiced. I had been hoping it would be convincing enough for the people my gut had told me were probably listening down the hall.
>A tapping sound across the call line. Ozpin must have been thinking. "... all Beacon can do is maintain Huntsmen across the kingdoms."
>He was thinking aloud - but his intent wasn't to rebuff me.
>His tone told me that he knew. I was extending the call to get across a particular kind of image.
>But I reckoned it was strange he felt the need to defend, even knowing he wasn't the subject of my carrying-on.
>I was figuring that people down the hall would be hearing it. Turned out to be more than that.
>"... difference of opinion? Motherfucker, I know good men dead because of you."
[BLANK, hit the mental roadblock.
>"Well, let's see if your court hearing can stop things from getting worse."
>I hung up the call, resuming my walk to the room where a masterstroke awaited me to make it.