Ugh, tired. So, so tired.
Sorry, if some things don't make sense.
I'm too tired to care and hey.
At least you have some lore about the Great Merge thing in my books.
Word count is about 13,000.
I don't own any characters besides my OCs. Though there is one OC that belongs to my friend Seraphim. So that OC belongs to him.
They belong to their respective creators.
Also, a favorite character of mine will be making an appearance.
ENJOY!
The conference room door opened, and this time there was no attempt at subtlety.
Four Foundation operatives entered first in clean formation, not aiming weapons but carrying the kind of readiness that only made the room feel more dangerous. Behind them came two men and one woman in darker, quieter attire—not field agents, not security, not scientists. People whose entire job was to represent consequence.
And behind them—
the temperature seemed to drop.
Not physically.
Socially.
Two more figures stepped into the doorway. Unremarkable clothes. Carefully forgettable faces. The kind of presence that was almost insultingly plain—until you realized plainness was camouflage, and power this high didn't need theater.
The room reacted before anyone spoke.
The Foundation personnel straightened without being told.
Alexei's expression hardened by a degree so small it would've escaped anyone who hadn't been studying him for months.
Ozpin's gaze went flat.
Dumbledore stopped pretending at softness.
Strange sighed under his breath.
Doctor Fate did not move at all.
O5.
Not voices over a screen.
Not silhouettes.
Presence.
One of them looked directly at Alexei.
"Petrovich."
No title.
No kindness.
Just the name of a subordinate who had ceased behaving correctly.
Alexei's jaw set.
"Council."
The second O5's gaze moved slowly through the room, taking in Ozpin, Dumbledore, Strange, Fate, Diego, Meiko—counting the problem as if reducing it to categories might make it smaller.
It didn't.
The first O5 spoke.
"You have failed to comply."
Alexei didn't answer immediately.
That, more than anything, changed the room.
Because Alexei Petrovich was many things—cold, sharp, dangerous, compromised if you were cruel enough to use the word—but he was not, by habit, insubordinate.
And now he was silent.
The O5 noticed too.
As did everyone else.
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