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Merkur Quinton

A brilliant scientist who at Faith Academy. He is somewhat connected with Krimm.

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a character in “RWBY - Keep the Faith”, as played by RebornAncient12


Gender: Male

Age: 45

Race: Human

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 200 lbs

Team (Formerly): LMON

Hair: Merkur has messy, silver hair that has never met a comb, ever.

Eyes: Merkur's eyes are dark brown.

Personality: An easy-going fellow, Merkur is not the kind of person people would see as a scientist. He is superstitious, a firm believer in the spiritual realm and connects his knowledge of Grimm with both science and fantasy. He may not look much, but he is fiercely loyal to his friends and colleagues, to the point of making very elaborate plans to avenge them. He seems to be morally straight, but comically shows little concern for the safety of everyone else. Often laid-back, unmotivated, and lazy, Merkur is very casual with others, especially with students at Faith Academy, but he becomes very serious and formal when he has to. Being very intelligent and capable, Merkur gets things done frequently and finds himself bored, and is usually found humming to himself and tapping on the edge of his desk with drumsticks while checking on his computer.

Appearance: Merkur is a lanky, plain-looking individual with a usually bored expression. He wears a light gray shirt, a dull black pair of slacks, and black suspenders and shoes. He also has a black belt with red linings, with a buckle looking like a Grimm's "mask". Merkur is frequently seen wearing a white lab-coat with two pens (one red, one black) in his left breast-pocket.

Symbol: Merkur has his symbol on the breast-pocket of his shirts and lab-coat.

Colour Scheme: Gray, Black

Dust affinity: None

Weapon: Customized Multiple Weapons Module aka "Bite the Dust"
Before he pursued a career as a scientist, Merkur first trained as a Huntsman, where he made use of a personal tool he designed, made, and used himself. The CMWM or "Bite the Dust" (as he calls it) is a shield-like object the size of a small backpack, and could be worn like one. When in use, five panels on Bite the Dust's surface glow, and the machine deploys a certain weapon configuration installed by Merkur. Known weapon configurations include a gattling gun, a rail gun, a fairly large drill, a chainsaw, and even a Dust cannon. Bite the Dust does not necessarily have to be attached to Merkur to be used, and he further improved the weapon by giving it collapsible tripod legs, allowing it to become a functioning turret, as long as he is within a certain area around the machine.

Aura: Merkur has a light gray Aura.

Semblance: TBA

Fighting Style: Particularly lazy, Merkur sets up Bite the Dust with its gattling gun configuration as a turret. He would sit back and defend teammates trying to heal through Aura. He does, on some occasions, use Bite the Dust as a weapon or a tool hands-on, having once dug his team out of danger using the drill configuration. Merkur has some knowledge in close combat, and can put up a fight with Bite the Dust's katana configuration and also uses it as a shield. Merkur has stated that he particularly enjoys using Bite the Dust as a Dust cannon, and also states that he came up with its nickname during the first time he used it in that configuration.

So begins...

Merkur Quinton's Story


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Somewhere within the cafeteria... (before the time skip)

Team KOHL sat in their table, awkwardly. While most of the new teams were excitedly trying to get to know each other, the four freshmen sat there, eating in silence. Krimm Sohn, the team's unwilling leader, scanned the surroundings, trying to figure out his course of action.

Krimm cleared his throat. "So..." he began, "...uh, anyone..?"

Before Krimm could continue, a fight erupted somewhere near them. Apparently, two members of teams IVRY and JADE crossed paths, and it did not seem to go well. Laurel and Oxford carefully watched the two in their exchange, and decided to intervene. As they stood up, Krimm grabbed them by their wrists.

"Hey!" Oxford yelled, "What gives? Don't you see that that witch is being a bit unreasonable?"

Krimm remained expressionless. "Aren't you a bit unreasonable for drawing your weapon to deal with the situation?" he pointed out, shifting his eyes to Oxford's free, right hand, which was reaching for the short sword. Oxford growled at Krimm, the former's Semblance beginning to manifest. Krimm remained undaunted, simply staring back at him, tightening his grip while he was at it.

Oxford's semblance has emerged only its right arm, which was reaching for Krimm's neck. Krimm let Laurel free of his grasp, but the Faunus did not leave. He, as well as Honey, stared at Krimm and Oxford as they engaged in a stand-off. Krimm pointed the fingers of his left hand at Oxford, whose semblance grabbed Krimm's shirt. The former's fingertips began to glow, and Oxford's semblance began to rise...

"Stop it, both of you!" Honey shouted, standing from her seat. Krimm's fingers stopped glowing, and he let Oxford go. Oxford, in turn, withdrew his Semblance and sat down. Seconds after the latter's Fighting Spirit vanished, Laurel seated. Honey remained standing, looking at the two with clear disappointment.

"Guys, a fight just broke out," she said, "let's not make another one, got it?!"

"Yes, ma'am." Krimm and Oxford replied, as if being spoken to by a teacher.

The four watched on as a teacher escorted the members of Team IVRY out of the cafeteria. Honey then sat down and sighed in relief. Krimm looked at Team JADE, seeing that they have grown closer together, in comparison to his team.

Oxford, however, shook his head. "Well, at least they've been dealt with."

Laurel, seeing Oxford's disappointment, chuckled a little. "Can't believe they even tried to get the joker, especially after he showed up." he said, sipping his drink, "That's Kamar Lucifer for ya. He showed 'em, alright."

"Ka-Kam-Kamar Lucifer?!" Oxford stuttered, "Here?! No way!"

"He just walked outside. If you're lucky, you can get his autograph." Laurel joked.

"Shut up!" Oxford yelled, slumping in his chair, mumbling on about missed opportunities and something about justice.

"If ya wanna beat IVRY..." Krimm started, peeling off the skin of his banana, "...there is one thing you could do, Oxford."

"Yeah? What'd that be?" Oxford asked sarcastically, much to Krimm's annoyance.

"Maybe..." Krimm said, putting down the peeling of his finished banana, "...just maybe, we could defeat them if we start working as a team..."

Oxford looked at Honey, Laurel and, lastly, Krimm. "So...what exactly are we gonna do?"

"Simple." Laurel interrupted, finishing his drink before slamming the glass onto the table. "Be a team."


"Yeah, really." Honey added, "If IVRY is weak as a team, we could at least be better than them with that before we get to anything else!"

"So..." Krimm spoke, resting his chin on his fingers, "...what'd you say?"

Oxford grinned. "Let's get started."

"See?" Laurel chuckled, slapping Krimm and Oxford's backs, "We're startin' to get to like each other a bit more!"


Merkur was walking around the campus, happily humming to himself. "This is it...This is it!" he thought to himself, smiling as he did, "This is his first day! wonder how he..."

He heard some commotion from the cafeteria. Readying Bite the Dust, Merkur rushed to the cafeteria, only to find Kamar and three students. Curious, he went closer to them.

"Yo, Kamar!" he said with much pep, "What's going on here?"


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In the Mess Hall

As Sienna led her companion through the cafeteria, she strode with her arms behind her back. Her sharp features and cold gaze should have been intimidating to the younger teacher, but the auburn-haired woman kept striding forward as though she weren’t in the presence of one of the most dangerous Huntresses in the world. Her black-haired companion trailed a step behind her, allowing herself the space to be able to both listen, and to survey the eating space. Her eyes scanned as a machine would have, taking in the more notable faces of the first years as she passed them. Her heels clicked on the cement floor as the tables around her would whisper of her coming, some of them in awe and others in fear. Sometimes, she couldn’t actually tell the difference. She had often noticed that teenagers were harder to read than most people.

“I’m telling you,” Sienna gushed. “That team is going places.” Her darker haired companion frowned and furrowed her brow a bit.

“I agree,” she stated in a quiet, yet authoritative tone. "Although, you shouldn't play favorites." Sienna looked back at her, a patient smile ever present on her features.

“Team PWTR is a gem,” she repeated, the pride evident in her voice. “They’re a very well coordinated and balanced team, and that is rare among first year students.”

As the two of them continued walking, a commotion drew their attention to the edge of the cafeteria. Both of them looked on, one in slight indifference and the other in irritation, as the members of team IVRY and team JADE faced off in a verbal confrontation. Or, at least what looked like a verbal confrontation that had yet to turn physical.

Of course, Sienna had turned the corner so to speak, her smile and patience both gone in a flash. The older woman at her side couldn’t help but raise a brow slightly as she watched the young teacher fume about in her way. It was then that the two of them noticed Kamar, another colleague, breaking up what would have soon turned into a violent and destructive deathmatch. Sienna was noticeably calmer at the sight of him, and turned on her heel to leave the cafeteria as Kamar escorted team IVRY away, leaving team JADE behind to talk amongst themselves. The older woman stood, looking quite uncomfortable and awkward, her black hair twisted into a tight, braided bun, and her heels suddenly feeling less stable than they had a moment ago. She crossed her arms, her yellow eyes following the six figures that disappeared behind the doors of the mess hall entrance.

She was well aware that the students were watching her. She was tall, very tall with her heels, and quite intimidating with her broad shoulders and hardened muscles. Her jaw clenched as she exhaled sharply through her nostrils, causing a few of the nearer teens to flinch, and she made her way outside and into the hall to find Kamar and Sienna confronted my Merkur, who had idiotically drawn his weapon. She waited for the inevitable, and stifled a quiet snort of irritation when it came.

“How dare you draw your weapon on campus, Mister Quinton,” Sienna scolded. He frowned, looking quite taken aback.

“Wha? I was just-”

“A-bup-bup,” she interrupted sharply, holding a single, accusatory finger inches from his face. “I don’t care what you were doing, Merkur. You know the rules! Teacher nor student is ever allowed to draw their weapon on campus unless in sanctioned areas.” She scowled when he refused to respond, lowering her hand and placing it on her hip. “I think you should come with me,” she said, leading him away by his ear. By this point he had put his weapon away and was complaining that she was pulling too hard. He was hunched over as she led him towards Ijsbrand’s office, making him look rather pathetic.

The three delinquent students of team IVRY stood not far off, two of them watching with amused faces as Sienna and Merkur eventually walked out of sight. It was then that the older woman approached Kamar quietly, his gaze shifting to her as she moved to his line of sight. He smiled to her.

“Ebony, hello,” he greeted with a wave and a forced smile. “I see you’ve returned,” he remarked, gesturing to the small travel pack that hung from her left shoulder. She grunted. “How did everything fare? The job went well, I presume?” She shifted the bag a bit and looked away before answering.

“About as well as it can go when the only thing your patron wants you to do is gather the bone masks of dead Beowolves. It was rather disgusting, actually,” she spat, bile rising in her throat. Kamar gestured to the bag.

“I assume that’s what lies in there?”

“Yes,” she deadpanned, her stare just as blank and expressionless as her words. Kamar laughed before he turned to look through the windows at the clocktower that lay on the other side of the courtyard. “Ah, I should be going. Classes will be starting tomorrow, and lesson plans are always a good thing to have. I’ll see you later, Ebony.” He nodded his farewell to her as he turned, heading to the largest winding staircase a little faster than was necessary.

Ebony turned, catching the eyes of Indu, Viridian, and Raven. She cocked her head at them for a moment, and the largest of them spoke up.

“Ebony? As in, Ebony Azoth?” Viridian asked, almost sounding impressed. Almost.

“Indeed I am. You would do well to remember that while in my class,” she remarked. She shot a look at each of them in turn, her eyes lingering on Viridian before she followed in Kamar’s footsteps, making her way to the central staircase of the Academy.

In the Dorms

Phen collapsed onto her bed with a heaving sigh, while T’wulf sat by her with a much less audible one. Wynn and Regalia both inspected their side of the room, looking at the knick knacks that had been used to decorate it. There were several writing utensils scattered on dressers and desks, and many packets of unopened paper. Both sides of the room looked as though they had been poorly prepared for their new inhabitants, and it was visibly irritating the four of them. They had all expected a nicely kept room with four beds, not two. Regalia turned to Phen and T’wulf.

“These rooms seem a little small for four people, don’t you think?” she asked earnestly, twirling one of several ownerless pens between her fingers. Phen shrugged.

“I’d say it would be reasonable for two people, maybe three.”

“Four is a stretch, though,” Wynn finished for her. He turned to face them as well, gazing around the room as a whole. “Classes start tomorrow, sure, but how are we supposed to wake up on time if we can’t even sleep?”

“That’s a good question,” Regalia agreed, humoring him. “We can’t share beds can we? It would end up being quite awkward because of the one boy we have on our team,” she said, gesturing passively to Wynn, who nodded his agreement vigorously.

“I’d rather not be bedded on the first night.” He waggled his brows, causing Phen and Regalia to laugh.

“It’d be easier if we had the correct number of beds, too,” T’wulf added, causing another round of laughter. Wynn smiled.

“I’m only hoping that IVRY has accommodations as annoying as ours,” he joked.

“Wynn.” His eyes shot to T’wulf, who had spoken rather quietly.

“Yes?” he questioned, forcing them all to become aware of the deafening moment of silence T’wulf had caused.

“What was with Yale?” She cocked her head to the side curiously, as though she were a dog. “He seemed to be very impatient towards you.”

“I know him. He’s a real prick, that one,” Regalia answered for him. “Like I said, he’s racist. Dislikes Faunus to his very core.” T’wulf frowned, and so did Wynn. “But I’ve never heard of someone getting so irritated by a faunus so quickly, not even Yale.” Phen nodded.

“It seems to me that you in particular are more maddening to him,” the redhead observed. “Maybe he knows you from somewhere?”

“Or maybe he’s just bitter,” T’wulf reasoned quietly, her eyes sliding to the window and drinking in the night sky carefully. Wynn watched her for a moment before looking to Phen quizzically.

All she could do was smile and wave his unspoken question aside.

“I’m sorry, I can be a downer sometimes,” T’wulf apologized, freeing her gaze from the moon. “Just comes with the lack of social skills, I guess.”

“Nah, you’re not as bad as some people I’ve met,” Regalia reassured her. “Despite it being the first day, I’ve noticed a lot of people already talking about you.”

“Who, me?” T’wulf said incredulously, sincerely confused.

“Well, you are a looker, and you seem to have a following already,” Phen answered, nudging her with a playful elbow. Regalia, Wynn, and Phen all laughed at T’wulf’s innocent blush.

“That’s not funny, Phen,” she sighed with a light and exhausted smile, placing her head in her hands. Phen patted her on the back.

“Aw, Cub. Don’t worry about anything. We’re all kinda awkward on the first day.” Phen kept a reassuring hand on her shoulder as T’wulf looked up at each of them in turn.

“No more fanclub jokes,” she insisted, shooting a glare at her longtime friend. Phen laughed.

“Alright, Cub. Alright.”

Central Tower

Ebony looked over her papers, studying the name and face of each first year student. Her eyes scanned their profiles systematically, only shifting from paper to paper every so often, and lingering on those she found intriguing. As she finished, she quietly swiveled in her chair, taking in the night sky through her large office window. She took a deep and calming breath, standing from her chair to move soundlessly closer to the glass, her heels having been long discarded underneath her desk. Her bare feet thanked her every step, and she curled her toes as she stood before the open expanse of the autumn forest. She placed her fingers upon the cool surface, leaving nary a fingerprint behind as she studied the land outside, as she had done thousands of times before, before allowing her eyes to find their favorite sight: the moon.

She contemplated the day to come as the clock struck midnight and let it’s chime ring throughout the campus. It’s melody reminded her of her own first night as a student, feeling both fear and anticipation of what was to pass. Her eyes softened as they found the silvered light washing over her as a cloud moved by. Her heart beat in the rhythm of the clock tower’s song, and her teeth chattered every time a new note was struck. After what seemed a rather enjoyable eternity, it ended. The tune echoed for several seconds afterwards, leaving her with an empty thought of sleep.

She didn’t outwardly react to the shuffling she heard, instead allowing it to continue for a moment longer before acknowledging it. Shaking her head to rid it of tiredness and turning it slightly to see behind her, she regarded Sienna with little more than an exhausted grunt.

“You seem tired,” the younger teacher remarked, stating the obvious as she stepped around Ebony’s desk to join her by the window. Her words were met with silence - an occurrence that was not uncommon when talking to the world-weary huntress. For most, the silence would have been awkward and uncomfortable, but Ebony knew that Sienna didn’t mind it. “I know you turn it down every time, as you have ever since I began working here, but my offer for a neck rub still stands, you know,” she spoke with a noticeable tone of mirth, breaking Ebony’s quiet stupor. The older of the two allowed her eyes to meet Sienna’s for a moment, fully acknowledging her for the first time since she had entered the room.

“When have I ever said yes to your neck rubs, kid?” she replied, demonstrating her rare sense of humor. Sienna laughed.

“I knew you’d say no. Just thought I’d continue my routine of checking on you to make sure you aren’t being all broody.” She turned, her socked feet making hardly a sound against the marble floor of Ebony’s office.

“Those notes you left,” Ebony whispered suddenly, yet quietly. “You want me to use them, correct?”

“Yep,” Sienna affirmed with a nod, not turning to look back as she opened the door with a slight squeak. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ebony. Or rather, today,” she whispered, throwing her a smile as she shut the door behind her with a soft click.

Ebony looked at the black lacquered door for a moment before she returned her gaze to the vast expanse of dangerous forest and hillside. She listened through the glass to the howls of Beowolves and the screeches of Nevermores.It was shaping up to be an interesting year - in more ways than one.


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Character Portrait: T'wulf Lupus Character Portrait: Wynn 'Leo' Leon Character Portrait: Phenix Sovereign Character Portrait: Regalia Kitsu Character Portrait: Merkur Quinton Character Portrait: Ebony Azoth Character Portrait: Sienna Seraphim Character Portrait: Laurel Epyon Character Portrait: Oxford Legend Character Portrait: Krimm Sohn Character Portrait: Honey Theo
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Central Tower

Merkur paced in his office. It was a standard office, practically identical to those used by the other teachers at the academy, until it was assigned to him. The walls were plainly white, the desk was a bunch of chrome rods welded together and topped with a glass sheet. While other teachers had their offices rather spacious, with some standard ornaments and their weapons neatly mounted somewhere, Merkur had steel cabinets and tables cluttered with assorted parts, wires, piping, circuitry, and things some would refer to as "junk". On one of the tables was a machine similar to Merkur's weapon, Bite the Dust, albeit smaller, comparably incomplete, and bearing a "02" painted on it. Merkur sat in his office chair, one of the only two things left from the original office (the other being the door), and looked at his computer.

"Well well well..." he told himself, "What do we have here?" Merkur gazed upon a set of blueprints sent to him by a colleague of his in a joint program of the kingdoms of Remnant. The plans were for a proposed mechanical suit that would be used to aid Huntsmen in dealing with Grimm. It was...less to say "different" than most mechsuits, mainly due to its shape. Before Merkur could finish looking at the designs for the weapons, he heard someone knock on the door.

"Hold on a sec!" Merkur shouted, closing all windows displaying the blueprints and the computer itself. He then opened the door, only to find Krimm standing in front of him, with his usual blank expression. "Come in." Merkur said, moving aside to give way for the boy. Krimm entered the room and stood still near Merkur's desk.

Merkur sighed as he closed the door and sat behind his desk, motioning Krimm to face him. "You have summoned me." Krimm said with some irritation.

"Yes, I did." Merkur replied, dropping a few folders onto his desk. "The higher-ups are not-so happy about today."

"Why? I did pass the initiation, and I did not compromise the project in any way." Krimm said, returning to his usual monotonous voice.

"No, no, that's not it. They were not pleased with your performance with your team. Can't believe that they'd really expect real people to be similar to the simulations, especially the ones who're working with you..."

Krimm sighed. "Perhaps they are disappointed in the manner I led the team. I knew it. It is difficult. I was not programmed for this."

"You did splendidly, Krimm. They're not pulling the plug on this, okay? Relax."

Silence fell upon the two. The only sounds heard were those of the air conditioning unit and the echoing of the sounds of the Grimm outside.

"She would be proud of you, kid." Merkur said in a melancholic tone, looking at a photograph. The photo was of a couple, a man and a woman, at a seaside park. Upon close inspection, one would notice that the two are wearing identical rings.

"She would." Krimm said, looking at the picture as well, focusing more on the woman. The two were quiet, once again. The veil of silence was broken by a beep from Merkur's communicator.

"Ebony..." Merkur mumbled, standing up and grabbing a few files. Krimm stood up as well, opening the door for Merkur. "See ya around, kiddo." Merkur said, patting Krimm's head before walking to Ebony's office.


Honey, Oxford and Laurel looked around their dorm room. Before they placed in their things, the room had a pair of bunk beds, one of which has its posts wrapped in duct tape, a couple of desks, some pens, pencils, papers, and books that were not theirs, and the ripped, indistinguishable remains of a poster. Now it had a three beds, one placed at the end of the room. There were also two desks, each with labelled containers, and had whatever collectibles or items the team's members wanted to decorate them with. A few new posters were placed, and the old one was the first resident of the new disposal bin. The room is comparably cleaner, more organized, and less of an eyesore. There was, however, one problem left...

"I am not getting on that bed." Laurel said, pointing at the one at the end of the room and shaking his head. Honey and Oxford sighed. The bed had one of its legs glued together and wrapped in a thick layer of duct tape, like the other legs, but this one leg in particular looked as if it would give in at any moment.

"Well neither am I nor Honey here." Oxford mockingly said. Honey nodded to this, and her face bore a concerned expression.

"Maybe Krimm wouldn't mind..." Laurel said, smiling weakly.

"He wanted to get rid of it! You're the one who told him to keep it, bozo!" Oxford shouted, slapping Laurel's hat off the faunus' head.

Laurel pushed Oxford onto one of the desks before picking up his hat. "Don't touch the hat, boy..." Laurel growled, poking Oxford with the hat before putting it back on his head. Oxford shook his head and reorganized the scattered objects, just in time for Krimm's return.

"I'm back." Krimm said, closing the door behind him. When he tried to lock it, the door fell down (for no apparent reason) on the hallway's floor with a loud "thud!". The four of them looked at it for a while, nervously hoping that nobody else has noticed.

But of course, somebody noticed. After the door hit the floor, Krimm was alerted by a shift in attention from a few beings in the rooms next to theirs. The room left of Team KOHL's had what appear to be three girls and a boy, the boy and one of the girls being Faunus. They appeared to be alerted by the noise, logically, as Krimm notes. Krimm ignored the inhabitants of the room to the right of his, but he was certain they were alerted, too. What would happen next would depend on how they would act.

Central Tower

As Merkur was going to grab the doorknob of Ebony's office, he stepped back as someone opened the door from the inside. Much to his chagrin, it was Sienna. The mad professor shot the woman a displeased look. This look, combined with his messy hair and unkept labcoat, made Sienna make a similar face, but she quickly cracked a small smile after a second or so. Sienna closed the door behind her, leaned against it, and folded her arms.

"Sienna." Merkur said, putting his free hand to his hip, slightly turning his head away from her, then shifting his eyes to look at her.

"Merkur." Sienna smirked.

Merkur dropped the pose and sighed. "Did you offer her another neckrub session? Come on, why don't you offer me any?"

"Because, Mister Quinton, you are..." Sienna circled Merkur, thinking as his gaze followed her. "...well, less to say, you are annoying, loud, and you smell." she said, ending with a smirk.

"So, kinda like you then, eh?" Merkur smiled back.

The two smiled at each other for a while, then Merkur remembered his business with Ebony. "Well, nice talk." Merkur said before implying (through some rather quirky motions) that he wished to enter the room. Sienna seemed to understand this and slowly walked away, looking at him all the way. Merkur looked back at her as he entered the room and shut the door. Afterwards, the two sighed and continued with their business.

Turning around, Merkur saw that Ebony was busy with something. He opted to leave until he saw the document she had in her hand. It was a profile of Oxford Legend, one of Krimm's teammates. In her other hand was Krimm's profile, which was held with a couple of other profiles. Merkur coughed, hoping he got her attention. Ebony lifted her head.

"So," Merkur started, "you wanted to see me?"


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Ebony looked up from the student profiles, eyeing Merkur blankly for a moment before she stood. He was obviously surprised by her lack of formality, with her discarded heels and untucked shirt - not to mention the lack of a blazer. She sauntered towards him quietly and quite near shoved the profiles of Krimm and Oxford into his hands, catching him off guard and causing him to stumble awkwardly into the door. When he looked up, her eyes were burning into his own, and he nearly faltered under her intense gaze.

“I did want to see you, Merkur,” she almost whispered, looking as tense as she sounded. “It’s not about the students, however.”

“It’s not?” he questioned immediately, curiosity piqued. “Then what else could this possibly be about? I have work to do, you know.”

“We all do,” she snapped, fixing him with a cold glare before she returned to her desk. He followed her for a few steps, standing quietly before her rather expensive-looking black desk as she folded her hands and rested her chin atop them. She was still staring at him. “You know that because of our lack of contact with the outside world, Reverie has been relatively cut off from the other kingdoms.”

“Yes,” he agreed, nodding as he shuffled the papers in his arms.

“The Cross Continental Transmit System,” Ebony said plainly, as if she assumed he already knew what she was asking of him. “It is essential that we become a part of it. Our lack of contact with the other kingdoms, along with the civil unrest we have been seeing for the past thirty years, is crippling us. Without the intervention of an already existing government, the Equalist party may very well be overrun by one of the Supremacist parties. We cannot have that.” Her eyes narrowed as she shifted her gaze to nothing in particular, thinking about possible outcomes for such a future. None of them were bright.

“So, you think that the CCTS is the key to stability?” Merkur inquired. Ebony nodded, swiveling in her chair to face the window yet again.

“It is absolutely the key. Without it, we are silenced,” she replied. “It is one of the only ways, if not the only way that the suffering in this place can be ended.”

“But the Grimm…” Merkur began, only to be interrupted.

“The Grimm are not as unintelligent as the rest of the world seems to think they are,” Ebony interjected, looking back at her colleague. “They are smart, and because we spend so much of our time defending against them we ought to know that by now.”

“And just how, exactly, does becoming part of the CCTS tie into stopping the Grimm and saving our people?” he asserted, glowering at her as she contemplated her answer. He waited, for several agonising seconds, before she answered.

“Because if we do not, Reverie may very well be destroyed.”

Merkur’s eyes widened, and he looked as though he’d had the breath knocked out of him. Ebony took that as her cue to continue.

“Think about it. The CCTS, for as long as it has existed, has allowed for almost instantaneous communication with those that live across the world from one another. That means it can provide instantaneous warnings, instantaneous information, and under the right circumstances, very reliable protection. The other kingdoms are able to live in a somewhat peaceful harmony because of it, but we are outside of it’s protection. If we were to be integrated into the system, it would provide us with allies and a wealth of information that we do not yet have.”

Merkur blinked, nodding in understanding and turning his gaze to his feet, still covered in an odd residue he had yet to clean off. He suddenly seemed to remember something, and snapped his head up, nearly shouting; “What about the smaller relay compounds they set up in the south and southeast? Those should have already connected us to the system.”

Ebony nodded from behind her hands. “It is true that the smaller towers allow us access, however limited it may be. But you must remember, Merkur, those are just relay towers. Smaller stations with satellites for maintaining their loop of communications. They are similar in function to a mountain outpost: meant to let them keep watch over a region that is unfamiliar to them. One of them was already destroyed, and they are located so far away from any viable human or faunus civilization that they are completely useless to the people of this kingdom.”

Merkur seemed to be at a loss for words, struggling to formulate a response.

“We lack the ready access to the security that the CCTS provides for the rest of the ‘civilized world,’” she remarked bitterly. “That is why a proper tower is needed in order for us to reach the stability and peace we have strived towards since the inception of Reverie.”

“Then what do you suggest we do?” he managed to bite out through his teeth. Ebony could clearly see the conflict in his eyes; could see that he was imagining the destruction that could follow.

“First, I suggest that we bring this to the attention of Ijsbrand,” Ebony said. “We cannot do anything without his say so.”

“Well we certainly can’t get involved with the parties under the name of Faith Academy,” Merkur reasoned, placing the files gently on Ebony’s desk. “That’s against the Headmaster’s policy.”

“You are exactly right. Which is why we won’t address them as teachers, but as individuals. With Ijsbrand to give us leverage, they will likely at least listen to our words.” Ebony rose from her seat, tucking her button-up into her slacks and grabbing her blazer from the back of her chair. As she pulled her blazer back on and buttoned it up, she bent down to reach for her heels. “He’s a night owl, similar to myself. If we’re going to bring this to his attention, it needs to be now.”

Merkur nodded his agreement as he followed her swiftly out the door to her office, and they began following the long, winding halls of the upper floors of the academy.

Ebony began to walk the path to his office by instinct, allowing herself time to think.

The CCTS would give us a great edge against the Grimm. Being able to instantly communicate with one another would be a blessing in this young kingdom. No longer needing landlines would save us from having to send civilians to their potential deaths in attempts to repair them, and we could protect them much more effectively. And how to convince the parties to agree with us? The Equalists will no doubt see reason, but the Supremacists… they will be another challenge altogether.

“Ebony?” Merkur said quietly, jolting her back to the present. She grunted her acknowledgement and he continued a bit shyly. “Why did you choose to share this information with me?”

“You mean to ask why I shared it with you - and not someone else?” she spoke matter-of-factly as she rounded the corner.

“Yeah,” he replied sheepishly. “It seems more like something you would have discussed with Sienna or Kamar.”

“They were my first choices, and I have spoken about it with them before” she affirmed with a slight nod, taking the wind out of Merkur’s sails.

“Oh,” he responded meekly, rubbing the back of his neck and watching the wall as it passed.

“But if you must know, I told you this tonight because you are intelligent, Merkur. That is not to say that Sienna and Kamar are not, but you have a certain conviction that I knew would help not only to convince others of the importance, but could also be the very thing that carries this vision to fruition. I know I cannot do it without Ijsbrand, and I decided to ask you for your help because you would not only ensure that it is done, but done well.”

Ebony could practically feel Merkur swelling with pride behind her as they came to a halt before the office doors of the Headmaster. They stood in hushed silence before Ebony finally opened the larger double doors and entered with her colleague in tow. As the doors came to a close behind them, surprisingly quiet for such large things, the both of them took a moment to take in the oddly decorated space.

The office itself was an awkward crescent shape, and with windows allowing in great amounts of natural moonlight, it was bathed in an eerie silver glow. Directly to their right was a radio console in relatively decent condition, although there were obviously frayed wires and a lot of makeshift patchwork on the metal frame to the console. The screen itself displayed almost perfectly, however, and on it was a list of known contacts. To the left of the desk located central to the room was an easel, used by Ijsbrand for painting. Ebony had lost count of the number of times she had entered to find him hard at work on one of his masterpieces. He also loved to draw, made evident not only by the large stack of blank paper on his desk, but also by the numerous pieces of pencil art he’d strung up around his office. In fact, the walls were nearly plastered with them. Ebony could clearly make out the scenes of several illustrations, but the ones that caught her eye time and time again were the portraits of every graduating class. He did them each year, and would even go so far as to draw every team a picture of themselves as a graduation gift. Ebony had even once noticed a picture of herself hard at work teaching her fourth year students, but she had yet to guess when it had been drawn, or when he had been in the room to see it.

On the other side of his desk sat a long, rectangular case meant for storing the extra blades to his weapon. It sat at a neat angle to the curve of his desk, running parallel to his arm as he sat watching them patiently. He smiled as they finally looked his way, and invited them to sit.

“Ijsbrand,” Ebony greeted curtly, taking a seat in one of three chairs set before the desk. Merkur sat politely in the seat farthest from her.

“Welcome,” he greeted with a serene smile. “What on Remnant could bring you to my office at this hour?” he asked patiently.

“A proposition,” Ebony explained. “To become a part of the system that has joined all of Remnant together.”

His features hardened, and his body tensed ever so slightly. “The Cross Continental Transmit System,” he mused, filling in the obvious blank. “Why would we do that?”

“I knew you would do this,” Ebony sighed, partially to herself. “But you must understand. This system has been proven to work much more efficiently than what we have at our disposal here in Reverie. It could provide us with the connections we so desperately need.”

“And would thus involve us in things I would rather not be a part of,” Ijsbrand interrupted sternly.

His cold stare met Ebony’s, and they were locked in a silent battle for a few moments before she calmly replied, “Then would you rather that the people of Reverie are slaughtered?” Ijsbrand raised a brow at that.


“You heard me, Ijsbrand.” Ebony watched as his conflicting emotions ate at him, remaining rather impressed at his ability to outwardly compose himself.

“Tell me what you have in mind,” he finally answered. “Then I will make my decision.” His gaze shifted quietly to Merkur, lingering there before shifting back to the woman before him.

“Time is our greatest enemy, Ijsbrand. You’ve seen how the Grimm attacks are becoming more frequent. The teachers here are called off on jobs far more often than we should be, and the people of this kingdom are frightened. The politics of the land are more convoluted and complicated than ever before. We are in the dark, and have been for quite some time. Reverie is young, and has been blundering about blindly ever since its creation. If we cannot see the trail we’ve left behind, how can we avoid repeating our mistakes?”

“Which mistakes are you talking about?” Ijsbrand questioned. “Specifically.”

“The way the Faunus have been mistreated, the abuses of dust, alcohol, drugs, the corruption in the political world that is tearing this country apart, the poverty among common people, and the lack of settlement,” Ebony shot back, furiously listing anything she could think of. “Not to mention the terrible state of the Reverie Communications Center.”

“The people of Reverie must go through their own trials and tribulations, Ebony. How would we learn to grow if we can’t come out of this on our own? These are necessary evils. The kingdom must learn to deal with them.” Ijsbrand challenged. Ebony shot an incredulous look his way.

“The kingdom is falling apart,” she hissed. “These necessary evils are slowly destroying us. Think about how many Hunters and Huntresses have died because they couldn’t call for help when they needed it. The landlines are periodically destroyed by Grimm, civilians are sent out to repair them regularly with bodyguards watching their back - and you wonder why they’re afraid?”

Ijsbrand remained silent, his features softening in understanding.

“The connections that the CCTS would provide for us could change the face of this Kingdom. Not only could we communicate in safety, but it would give us the ability to contact other kingdoms. It would provide a form of stability that this young nation has not seen since its first charge.” Ebony put one hand on the desk’s smooth surface. “Please, Ijsbrand.” He sighed.

“You know I can’t do that,” he answered empathetically. “That would require us to get involved with the parties due to the politics of the situation. It’s something I can’t allow.”

Merkur cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I think she has a very valid point. Our resources are being wasted trying to maintain the mainframe of communications. We’ve spent so long trying to both defend and fix that piece of our infrastructure that the defense against the Grimm is becoming weaker and weaker. It’s been this way for a long time,” he pointed out, leaning back a bit in his chair and raising a leg to rest on his knee.

“Exactly,” Ebony confirmed. “The last time those coms went out we-”

“-lost a very talented Huntress, and close friend,” Ijsbrand finished. “I remember that day. I was the one to dispatch her, after all.” Merkur shifted positions again, resting both elbows on his knees.

“All the more reason to become a part of the CCTS. These land lines have become very unreliable, and the wireless connections that those towers provide the other kingdoms would be invaluable to us.” Merkur looked at Ebony, who was nodding her agreement.

“Communication is our lifeline in Reverie,” Ebony pushed. “If we don’t have a reliable means of sending or receiving help, then we are as lost as the history of the nomadic tribes that once lived here.”

“Keyword being ‘once,’” Merkur added. Ebony gestured to him and nodded, as if saying ‘Thank you.’ Ijsbrand ran a tired hand through his long, white hair. There was a long, tense pause as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He opened them slowly and rose from his seat, moving soundlessly to the windows. He stood there, one hand placed upon the clear surface and the other tucked behind his back out of habit, obviously struggling to come to a decision. Ebony went to stand by him, placing a hand on his left shoulder.

“Ijs, this isn’t a political issue, and you know it,” she said gently. “It’s an issue of safety, and one that must be addressed soon or we are all lost.” Ebony simply stood with him for a moment in comfortable silence, listening to the quieted sounds of the wilderness through the pane of glass before them.

Merkur, on the other hand, was sitting back with a raised brow. He had never seen that side of Ebony before. The normally cold and distant teacher was showing a care that was almost motherly, and she was visibly more relaxed than he had ever seen her. Not to mention the nickname she had used just then. It was foreign to him - but of course he would be telling Sienna about this(after all, how could he not?). He was brought hack to the present moment by the soft sigh of the headmaster.

“Very well,” he conceded. He let his head fall back slightly as he rubbed his neck before speaking again. “I suppose I will have to be the guiding hand, then. Reverie must begin to move forward, and the CCTS is our best hope.”

“Then what will you have us do?” Ebony quired. He hummed for a moment, deep in thought, before he turned to the both of them.

“The first thing that must be done,” he began as he returned to his seat, “is that at least some of the other staff here must be informed.”

“Who do you mean?” Merkur asked.

“Kamar, of course, as well as Sienna. So, they must be told of this.” Ijsbrand took a moment to look back and forth between them both before cracking a smile. “Ebony, perhaps it would be best if you were to inform them individually. Discreetly.” Ebony nodded.

“And what shall I do?” Merkur asked.

“Keep it all as low profile as you can,” Ijsbrand replied simply. “We don’t want the students to hear whispers of ‘Reverie’s doom!’ or ‘impending political collapse!’” he explained rather eccentrically. “It’d be less of a concern with the older students who understand the politics of the land, but the young ones… keep it as far from their minds as you can.”

“Thank you, Ijsbrand,” Ebony spoke as she stood. Merkur stood as well, albeit a bit more slowly, stretching as he did so.

“You two should get your sleep,” the Schnee commented as he watched Merkur with an amused eye. “I shall arrange for you to appear before the parties in the Capital Hall. Once you have told the others, please come back here and we will discuss it further.”

“We will,” Merkur affirmed with a tired thumbs up and a yawn. Ebony made a disgusted noise at his behavior.

“Yes, well goodnight, you two.” Ijsbrand waved to them both as the door was opened and closed a moment later.

The two of them walked silently down the hall for a moment before Ebony stopped him. “Thank you for helping me with this,” she said suddenly. “It would have taken much more convincing if you hadn’t been there, or he may have just refused altogether. I’m glad to have your help in this.”

“Wow,” Merkur spoke after a moment, expressing his surprise. “It’s rare for you to be so relaxed, Ebony. What would the others say if I told them how sincere you’ve been tonight?”

“What, is it that unbelieveable?” she scoffed, shaking her head and continuing down the hall at a rather curt pace. “In any case, I meant what I said. Now go get some sleep and please, for the love of all that is good in this world, take a shower. You smell like fuel, Merkur.”


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Cafeteria, a few moments ago...

Team KOHL gathered at a table, eating lunch. Well...most of them were.

"Hey, Krimm," Laurel said with a mouthful of steak, "you ought to eat, pal."

Krimm said nothing. Everyone else noticed that he had been a bit dreary since their Dust Studies class, and it seemed to have gotten worse during History. "I'm not hungry." he finally said.

Laurel shook his head. He hurriedly sliced what was left of his steak and impaled the larger cut with a fork. "Here." he said, offering the piece of steak to Krimm.

Krimm stared at the piece of steak for a while then, in one swift motion, took the fork from Laurel's hand and tore the meat off of it with his mouth. He then chewed on the meat, though still looked a bit sad.

It took a while before Krimm finished the steak, then it appeared that only Honey had not finished eating. She seemed to be entranced by the flavor of the soup she ordered, and Oxford and Laurel were getting impatient. The two were about to (jokingly) fall asleep when-

"Come on, not again!" Oxford whined as it appeared Teams JADE and IVRY were going to fight, "Geez, this is making me feel like I'm in some poorly-written, modern shonen manga..." He was a bit disappointed when Jasper ran out of the cafeteria, but was surprised when all of IVRY followed in hot pursuit. Oxford turned to Laurel and the two nodded in agreement, rushing out of the cafeteria after PWTR and the rest of JADE.

Krimm thought for a minute, blocking out Honey's slurps, then ran after his teammates. Honey, caught by surprised, stood up as well, hesitated, then ran too. "Wait for meeee!" she said as she hurried after Krimm whilst holding her bowl of soup. She almost rammed herself into a table occupied by another team with one member having large horns on his head. "Sorry..." she said, nervously backing away then running to the exit, avoiding everyone in her way.

Some time before that, in the hallways

Merkur was taking another leisurely stroll around Faith Academy. "Lunch..." he hummed to himself, looking at his wristwatch. He quickly paced towards the cafeteria, hoping he could bump into Krimm and his team. Oh how he would embarrass his "nephew".

"Merkur!" Merkur turned and saw Phlox.

"'s...Cherubim, right?" he replied, struggling to remember the man's first name.

"Cherubim. Phlox Cherubim."

"Oh, Phlox? I...yeah, er...hi." Merkur said, scratching his head.

"Where're you off to? I'm headed for lunch. Sweeping up Dust residue is exhausting." Phlox jokingly said.

"I'm getting myself some lunch, too." Merkur said. The two started walking towards the cafeteria. "I'm also hoping on seeing my nephew before his break ends." he snickered.

"Oh..." Phlox said, "...Krimm, was it?"

"Yep, saw that he was in your class. How'd he do?"

Phlox scratched is head and thought for a while. "Well, he..."

"...did he blow something up? Darn kid! Oh-hoh, he's gonna get-"

"No, no, no..." Phlox interrupted, "He didn't. He couldn't even make it glow."

Merkur seemed to be surprised. He nodded then went silent for a while. He then looked at Phlox, who looked back at him with a puzzled look.

" there something on my face?" Phlox nervously asked, pointing around his cheek.

Merkur shook his head. "Your...your hair..."

"...what about it?" Phlox said. He was surprised when Merkur touched his hair, playing around with it for a few seconds.

"It's so...magical..." Merkur said with a soft voice, his eyes twinkling with wonder. He reached into his pockets and took out his scroll. "Hey, you mind if I took a video?"

Phlox looked puzzled. Merkur had been working at Faith Academy for at least two years by now, and only then did he have any interest in his hair. The man shrugged.

"Okay, just do this sort of rocking motion..." Merkur continued. He then told Phlox that he thought of making a short video, and all Phlox had to do was bend backwards a bit, go back upright, and repeat a few times. When they were done recording, Merkur laughed to himself and made sure he saved the video. "I'll show ya the finished product."

"Sure..." Phlox smiled, as if he knew what Merkur was making. They continued their way towards the cafeteria, until they saw Honey rushing out of it with a bowl of soup. The two, puzzled, watched her run off until she was out of sight. "What was that about?"

"Beats me." Merkur said, smacking his lips at the smell of food that crept from the cafeteria, "But boy, am I hungry..."

Dueling Arena, First Year Tower. Sort-of present.

"What's going on?" Krimm asked Oxford and Laurel.

"Seems Talon of JADE and Indu of IVRY are gonna have a duel." Oxford replied, sounding mildly interested.

"They've got some stakes on the line." Laurel said, " Indu wins, Talon's their slave for a month. Talon wins, IVRY doesn't touch the monkey kid again. Even if the guy wins, I doubt IVRY's gonna comply..."

Krimm looked at the two combatants, their teams, and the arena. He smiled inside. Honey, who had just arrived, bumped into Krimm, exhausted.

"Wha's...happn'n?" she said, collapsing onto the floor but keeping her bowl safe. After the rest of her team filled her in, she suddenly jumped into the air and went infront of PWTR, who were watching Indu and Talon. Honey seemed to be energetic, reaching into her bag for a bag of potato chips, which she tore open and spilled the contents into the bowl that was once filled with soup. Her teammates, puzzled, assembled near her.

Krimm sighed. "Stay here. You three keep your eyes on JADE, IVRY and PWTR. I'm getting a closer look." he then proceeded to look for higher ground. He found it at the large screen that displayed Aura levels. He then worked his way through hallways, staircases and ledges before standing on top of the board, watching Indu and Talon from above.

"So we're just gonna sit back and watch?!" Oxford said, " gotta be kidding me, Krimm!"

"He's crazy..." Laurel said, staring at his team's leader standing on the board. He took out his scroll and huddled with Oxford and Honey. Krimm appeared on the screen.

"Keep a close eye on the spectators. If they try to interfere, stop them." Krimm said.

"What're you gonna do? Honey said, munching on potato chips.

"If the fight gets out of hand, I'll intervene..." Krimm said, "Stay there, got it?"

The three nodded. "Over and out." Krimm said. He turned his attention to the two fighters. "Now...what do you have to show us?" he thought to himself.


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The Science Classroom

The science classroom was identical with the other classrooms...well, mostly. There were a lot more cabinets on the walls, some with glass panels and some with steel panels. There were a few, box-like objects mounted on tripods on the cabinets, each machine standing on a cabinet after every few measures. The desk in front was circular, but was made of steel and was covered with glass panels. At the wall behind the desk was a pair of cabinets, like the others, including the small machines.

For a long while, Team KOHL was the only team seated in the room. They sat together, awkwardly, and ate out of a bag of chips Honey had brought. Krimm, meanwhile, had his face resting on the desk and had not uttered a word since he successfully stopped the duel a while ago. His team was worried, but didn't know what to do. And so they sat, glancing around the room, exploring it a bit in their solitude. Little by little other teams came in and sat wherever. In teams or alone, it didn't matter to them. Suddenly the hall became a bit noisy. This was when KOHL returned to sitting together, awkwardly.

"Hey, look who just walked in." Honey whispered to Laurel whilst pointing towards a door far from them.

"Well, if it isn't Team Sunshine, Defenders of Happiness..." Laurel chuckled as he watched IVRY enter the room. He and Honey were then shocked to see them seating...together.

Oxford smiled at Honey and Laurel, "They seem to be going along..."

"That's not gonna last." Honey defended.

"Don't be so sure." Krimm finally spoke, his face still on the desk.

"Are you going to be like that the whole period, oh fearless leader?" Honey asked with a smirk.

"If anyone asks, I'm dead." Krimm said. Just as he said it, the other students turned their attention to the person who just walked in. He was fairly tall, with messy hair and a filthy lab coat. He wore a dust pair of black slacks and a dusty pair of leather shoes. The man slammed a bunch of papers and what seemed to be a pile of parts onto the circular desk then combed his hair with his hands and cleaned his glasses. He then walked to the front of the desk and sighed.

"Pardon my delay." he said, his voice making Krimm dig his face deeper into the table. "Alright! First, I'd like all y'all to be seated by your assigned teams, on the double! Come on, we don't have all day!" he roared, scratching his head as most of the students scrambled for their teams and a good set of seats. "Now that that's done with, I guess we can go along now..." the man said, as he turned around. but then he stopped, then turned back to the class. "Excuse me, can the teams KOHL and JADE please stand up?"

The members of JADE, who were seated near KOHL, stood up from their seats. Oxford had to pull Krimm up as he and the others stood up, as well. "Alright. Now, I'd like you two to switch places with two of the teams right here in front." the man said, gesturing two teams in the front row of the class to stand up and move. After a few moments of moving things (and teammates), the man smiled.

"I've heard things about you, McTavish. You were dangerously near the Dust cabinet a while ago, and I have had enough explosions for today." the man said, making some of the class giggle. The man then went near Jasper and leaned in close, but not too close. "I'm watching you, young man." he said, making the rest of the class (sans Krimm) laugh.

he man then cleared his throat and went back to the front of his desk. "I am Professor Merkur Quinton. I have worked for the Kingdom of Reverie's Ministry of Science and Technology for almost 20 years and have been teaching in Faith Academy for about four years. Despite that, I still have do real idea on what I should be teaching you." he said, sitting down on his desk with his arms and legs crossed.

Krimm slammed his face onto the table in front of him with a loud "thud!", which seemed to wake Merkur. "You see, I was walking into my laboratory then suddenly this..." Merkur then gazed at the...object he placed over the papers he brought along, "...thing...blew up! So I was extinguishing the flames when suddenly I get this note saying I had a class today. And so here we are..."

Merkur sat for a while then snapped his fingers. "I remember now...Okay. Before we begin, I'd like to ask you all, what are the basic questions addressed by science?" Merkur began to walk along the central aisle of the room, turning to his left and right. "Anyone? Anyone? Okay, you there, red head!"

"'How'?" Phen said.

"Correct!" Merkur exclaimed, walking back to the front of the room. "The 'How' and the...?" Merkur stopped and approached KOHL. Laurel nudged Krimm, who didn't move.

"Whyyyyyy??" Krimm groaned with the enthusiasm of a dying boar.

"Precisely." Merkur smiled, returning to the front of his desk. "'How' and 'Why'. By answering these two fundamental questions, science has helped us all understand the world. While others see science as a substitute to superstition or perhaps even the extinguisher of religious faith and this thing called 'magic'. I, personally, see science as a supplement to these, a logical explanation of the creations of whatever deities may be and how these things happen.

"For this class we will be discussing how science and technology have influenced our daily lives and how we deal with the Grimm. For those of you who were expecting to play around with chemicals and spare parts and beat up Grimm with the results, you're gonna have to wait a few years.

"Now, I have a laboratory to clean up and you have something to do. I want all of you to write something you do everyday. Anything. Showering, washing your face, you name it! I'm gonna call several lucky people and we're gonna discuss on the science behind their chosen activities in the next session. Be nice and safe, kiddos!"

Merkur went to sort his things as the students were doing the same. Then he remembered something. "Hold on everyone! Hold on! Stay here a bit..." he said, approaching Krimm and pulling him up. "This here is my nephew, Krimm! He's the son of my late second-cousin, Lord bless her soul, so you better be nice with him or you'll be hearing from yours truly! Now, go forth, youth!"

As most of the students were leaving, Merkur finally let go of Krimm and approached his team. "'re the 'OHL' of KOHL, huh? How's this sucker been treating you?"

"Erm...pretty good, sir!" Honey said, nervously.

"We're still getting to know each other, but he seems...nice!" Oxford commented, shakily.

"He's...real chill." Laurel blurted out.

"Ah, good. Good!" Merkur said, smiling. "Now if any of you need help or want to ask or tell me something about my boy here, just come to my office." he said before leaving off to get his things and out of the room. Krimm went onto his knees and (seemed to) breathe heavily.

"I thought that was going to last forever..." Krimm said, his "breath" beginning to stabilize.

"Uncles are uncles. Suck it up." Honey smirked.

"He doesn't seem, that bad..." Oxford said as he helped Krimm up. "Besides, I think it helps having family here."

"We gon' keep talkin' or are we gonna get to our next class?" Laurel said, visibly restraining his laughter.

"Alright, alright. Settle down. We're going." Krimm said, returning to his monotony. The rest of his team shook their heads as they all left the room.