MacLeod: Reforged: Principal Parting

With the heavy load of two bags in both hands and one sleeping Kirina on his back, it took almost twenty minutes to get from the dorms to the airship dock. In between, Kirina would make amusing little comments about the taste of chocolate ramen and tuck her arms between her and Revan's body to cushion herself. There was one airship remaining. Revan placed the bags down next to their seats, which could have been anywhere as they were the only passengers tonight. He leaned back to ease her on the seat to allow her to lay down comfortably. "Mmmmn," Kirina mused in her sleep. "Flying jelly baby biscuits..." Revan smiled, but knowing his mental counterpart disapproved emphatically and could kill her for that comment distracted from Kirina's adorability. "Not going to kiss her head, Mister MacLeod?" a familiar, deep voice asked. Revan turned to the owner of that voice; clad in green, holding a coffee mug and cane with his Administrative Scroll held under his arm. He pushed his spectacles closer to his face. "Nay Mister Tho--Ozpin--Professor, sir," Revan answered almost stammeringly. Kirina would call Ozpin "Thorax" on many occasions. She gave everyone she met a nickname of that sort. "I see." Ozpin sat on the seat across from him. "She's still every bit as insane as when we met in her cell. She's managed to get you to call me 'Thorax'" "She's not that crazy anymore," Revan defended. "But she still... nicknames people." "Well, nothing is ever lost, after all." "No?" Ozpin took a sip from his mug. "No. Simply more is added to your life." Revan had never considered that. For nearly eight years he thought of his family being "lost to the Void" by way of the Children of Grimm. "Furthermore," Ozpin continued. "In the mixed opinions about yourself and miss Hart, you always appear to be her protector, caretaker and boyfriend. You, sitting over her with caring, but pained eyes almost concerns me." "Why? I mean, ye've got a couple hundred students to keep track of already" "Because that number has been reduced significantly in these past two weeks." Meaning he has fewer students to keep track of, dobber. "Oh." "It's your Dissociative Identity Disorder, isn't it?" Ozpin inquired after glancing at his Scroll. Almost like a statement. "Yes," Revan answered, tapping his fingers in four beat intervals, which Ozpin observed. "Walking Drum, indeed." Revan gave a weak laugh. "Heh. Aye." "Would it be safe to assume that the pair of you will be moving back in with Sterling?" Revan had not heard this name before. "Who?" "Ah, yes. You and the majority who know him either know Sterling as 'James' or 'The Detective'. He was quite fond of that title. He solved many little mysteries during his time at Beacon. His choice of combat was better suited to human opponents instead of Grimm." "James doesnae talk aboot his past very much. Is that his real name?" "It's simply the name his family gave him. It took a great deal of digging to find that out," Ozpin stood up. "But let us not dwell on that. This ship is leaving soon." Beacon's headmaster started walking away to the exit. "Farewell, Young Lord of Castle MacLeod, until we meet again." Revan's eyes snapped towards Ozpin as he departed. ''"Lord?" There's little that gets past him.'' Not long after Ozpin left the airship, it undocked and set for Vale City.