[ What up people. You can have one long long man (6'6) asleep on your couch or bed as if he hasn't a worry in the world. Propped up somewhere near him is his cane, the long memory. Ozpin doesn't seem to stir it's only until you make a noise or say something that brown eyes will snap open and he'll sit up from his sleeping beauty like state. He'll look over at whoever it might be with a glance, only to silently stare back down at his hands for a second or two. His expression remains stoic and impassive but his eyes? His eyes suggest something is wrong, or at least amiss. ]
My apologies. Do you mind telling me...where we are? This isn't...Remnant is it?
[ He knows there's no way it can be, because his body is his own again. He just doesn't know what else to even reasonably ask right now?? ]
🎃 Pumpkins, pumpkins everywhere;
[ The pumpkins are a nice little treat, truly. But there's a sinister undertone to everything here that Ozpin does not like. It's especially evident when he can feel something watching him as he walks among the cottages one evening. He'll turn around to look down at the things, noting how there seems to be more of them slowly creeping down the rows of houses and outside the shared homes. ]
Something is definitely amiss, wouldn't you agree? I believe our silent companions might be multiplying in a way that suggests something a bit more...sinister.
💖 Heart game; un: ozpin
The changing of season? Well that certainly depends on the season, doesn't it? But I always find a nice hot cup of cocoa in the presence of those cared about to be a good way to celebrate through all season. But more so now than usual.
Ozpin | RWBY
[ What up people. You can have one long long man (6'6) asleep on your couch or bed as if he hasn't a worry in the world. Propped up somewhere near him is his cane, the long memory. Ozpin doesn't seem to stir it's only until you make a noise or say something that brown eyes will snap open and he'll sit up from his sleeping beauty like state. He'll look over at whoever it might be with a glance, only to silently stare back down at his hands for a second or two. His expression remains stoic and impassive but his eyes? His eyes suggest something is wrong, or at least amiss. ]
My apologies. Do you mind telling me...where we are? This isn't...Remnant is it?
[ He knows there's no way it can be, because his body is his own again. He just doesn't know what else to even reasonably ask right now?? ]
🎃 Pumpkins, pumpkins everywhere;
[ The pumpkins are a nice little treat, truly. But there's a sinister undertone to everything here that Ozpin does not like. It's especially evident when he can feel something watching him as he walks among the cottages one evening. He'll turn around to look down at the things, noting how there seems to be more of them slowly creeping down the rows of houses and outside the shared homes. ]
Something is definitely amiss, wouldn't you agree? I believe our silent companions might be multiplying in a way that suggests something a bit more...sinister.
💖 Heart game; un: ozpin
The changing of season? Well that certainly depends on the season, doesn't it? But I always find a nice hot cup of cocoa in the presence of those cared about to be a good way to celebrate through all season. But more so now than usual.
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