Centuries

The Calm Before The Storm

Okay, so, I know it's been a super long time since I've updated, and I'm so, so sorry about that. It's been a rough time for me and I haven't been writing as much as I used to. But now I'm back at it and will hopefully update in a weekly (maybe monthly) manner.
But, without further ado, let's continue the story.
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Blake let's out a long sigh, rubbing her temples. She sits at the table with her council, each person trying their best to out shout the other. The Queen only scowls at the noise.

Yang stood on her left, shoulders back and face blank. She was rather used to screaming matches - what with her sister and her now-girlfriend getting into an argument every other day, if that - but even she was tiring of this. She gives Neptune a look. He only shrugs helplessly.

Then, the Faunus raises her hand and the table quiets. "Screaming at each other will do no one any good," she says, finally opening her eye. She gives those in front of her a scathing look. "No one wins wars by battles within one's own kingdom."

"We haven't even declared war!" Ironwood hisses out, standing to his feet. "How can we win something we're not even a part of?!"

"We might not have publically announced it," Ozpin states as he leans back in his seat at Blake's right side, "But that does not mean we are not at war."

"Then we are stretched too thin," the general hisses. "We are not only fighting Mistral, but Atlas, too! Or have you forgotten that they have joined forces?"

"I have forgotten nothing, General," Blake says, hands folded on the table. "But they have forgotten that they are not quite used to our climate." When the council all stare at her with confused looks, she explains. "We will use the environment around us to our advantage. The forests and jungles against those with icy deserts and tropical beaches."

The door opens, causing all to glance over. Glynda bows. "Your Majesty, Qrow has returned from scouting and wishes to speak with you and the council immediately."

The queen nods. "Let him in."

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"And then I grabbed the Goliath by its tusk," Port was saying, using his hands to mimicking grabbing a tusk. He was stopped mid demonstration when a knock came from the door. He and all of his students look up, the professor giving his long time friend a raised brow. "Barty?"

Dr. Oobleck walks in, leaning down to whisper in his ear. Port frowns before nodding. "Class," he says, "Barty here will continue the rest of the lesson." He pats the thinner man's shoulder. "Make the stories good, or else."

The doctor frowns. "Aren't you supposed to be teaching them about Grimm."

The heavier man laughs. "It's more than that! You must engage them with a riveting story of your younger days! I was actually recalling a tale of strength and cunning, of courage! Of when I defeated the mighty Goliath that had haunted my village for years!"

Oobleck frowns. "I...I don't remember you ever doing that?"

"I have not told you every detail of my exciting life, Barty! That will destroy the mystery surrounding our friendship!"

"There isn't any mystery-"

"Anyways," Port interrupts, slapping Oobleck on the shoulder. The green haired man stumbles, "I must go see what Professor Goodwitch needs of me! Off I go to be the hero once more!" And, with that, he strides out of the classroom, all of the students giving him varying looks of confusion and boredom.

Dr. Oobleck sighs, rubbing his temples. "Very well. Okay class," he says, zipping up to the top steps to wake up Nora before zipping back down. "Today we are going to be learning about the mighty Goliath and why they are one of the few Grimm that are more like their animal counterpart than any other."

"So, Qrow has returned," Port says when he finally finds the blonde professor. "And, by the Look on your face, it can only be bad news."

Glynda sighs. "Atlas and Mistral wish to take Vacuo into their ranks and flank us from all sides," she says, removing her glasses to try and rub the fatigue from her eyes. "They have been at council for over 8 hours, and with Qrow having this information, it will be at least another 3 hours or so before they finally decide to take a break."

"That means another 3 hours until you can finally get some good rest?" He asks, brow quirking.
The blonde lets out a small grumble, putting her glasses back on. "I will not rest until they have called for recess."

"Then why did you call me?" He asks. "Not to complain about politics, I hope. That is more Barty's specialty."

"I actually got tired of arguing with him about the pros and cons of fusing dust with various medicines. It's obvious that fusing two unstable properties to try and create a cure for something like cancer will only end in terrible results."

"Or it could end with the beginning of a superhero story," Port supplies, crossing his arms with a smirk, knowing this was a good way to get Glynda excited.

The blonde immediately frowns. "No, it won't. It is highly improbable that a superhero will be born by anything but a radioactive substance! Dust and medicine will only be unstable and cause the body to deteriorate from the inside depending on the dust."

"You said 'highly improbable' not 'completely impossible'."

"Well, that's because-"

"Nothing is 'completely impossible'?"

Glynda pauses before letting out a small laugh. "I see what you're doing, Peter."

He grins. "The fact that I got you to laugh is enough reward for me."

"Considering you love praise, I highly doubt it."

Port laughs, a full body one. "You know me to well."

"Blame that on the years we've spent together." She glances at the door before sighing again. "We're going to war, Peter," she whispers, "And I have a feeling this is going to be more for body count and power than solving disputes and creating peace."
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Just saying right now that I don't really know how infusing dust into medicine will affect the population. I am certainly not the person to go to for this.