(RWBY x Various) Some Semblance of Talent

Principal's Office

"Say it was me."

"*scoffing* I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me."

"Obviously I did, [REDACTED]. How does that help?"

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"I appreciate you all being here," Ozpin welcomed the four scout team leaders into his office while looking out a window.

"It sounded urgent, sir," Carolina, like the rest, stood at attention with arms behind her back.

Ozpin absently waved and said, "Headmaster or Professor is fine, Ms. Carolina." The man finally faced them and assured them, "I'll be brief, seeing as you all have busy schedules with classes and mentoring our students." When none of them responded, he continued, "I just had a few questions I would like answered. For starters; Sharp, would you care to explain this report?" The Headmaster squeezed his hand together and an audio recording with the sharpshooter's voice began to play.

"My first day as a mentor for the students during their second semester was loud, messy, chaotic. Nothing at all like the mundane meals during their first semester." It began. "Of course, that's pretty much the way for all of us, wasn't it? All that time, all those years of training... it doesn't really prepare you for all the screaming or the wasted food, does it? Frankly, I'm still amazed we ever made it through the first meal, never mind the whole day." While nobody directly looked at him, Sharp could feel every one of his comrades glaring at him.

"Simple, Professor, I didn't think I said that into my scroll," Sharp flimsily explained.

"I see," was his only reply. "Speaking of the incident that unfolded yesterday, I do have several other questions regarding what happened in the cafeteria as well." Ozpin revealed the clicker in his hand and aimed it at a small screen on his desk which began to display several recordings.

The first was of Reinhardt using his shield to protect Team JNPR, specifically Nora, from incoming food as Tavish joined Nora in lobbing soda cans as explosives at Team RWBY. Linda shot into frame, diving out of the way of projectiles before jumping on Reinhardt's back. Sharp's companion lodged a soda can in his armor and then kicked off, a colorful, carbonated, explosion erupting from the big man's back and sending him toppling down.

He changed it to a different screen of Akame kneeling amongst the wasted food, clutching fistfuls of spent nourishment as though they were entrails and sobbing like she'd lost a loved one. Fairly tame by comparison... until he went to the next screen. Team RWBY were laughing in the repaired cafeteria with Akame staring daggers at them. The young woman declared that they "Must pay for the suffering (they) caused" and charged them at blinding speeds, her onslaught only being halted by an even quicker reaction from Ana who shot and sedated her, sending the swordswoman crashing into a row of chairs.

Ozpin terminated the feed and looked them over. "I must admit, those were fairly impressive displays from your squad mates," he half-complimented, barely disguising his displeasure. "However," There it is. "Wouldn't you say such behavior is... unbecoming of individuals of your talents?"

"One could argue that falls under the umbrella of instructing them," Wash countered. "A quick lesson in cooperation with reinforcements."

"Also in resourcefulness and taking down larger prey," York added.

"And a lesson in maintaining spatial awareness," Carolina compounded.

"I see," replied Ozpin. "And these were lessons that could not be taught at any other juncture."