Thats Karma... ( An OP Male Reader X Rwby Story)

Part 24

The cuts to a shot of the next day following the dance , then cuts to inside office, with the General and Glynda keeping the headmaster company.

Ironwood: They were here... (raising his voice) Ozpin, they were here!

Ironwood angrily slams his fist against Ozpin's desk.

Glynda: We're very much aware of that! Thank you, James.

Ironwood: Fantastic! You're aware! Now are we going to do something about it or should we just stay the course and continue to ignore what's right in front of us?!

An alert sound plays, signifying that someone has arrived on the elevator.

Ozpin: Come in.

Ruby and you step out and into the room.

You:  Sorry it took so long. Someone accidentally hit all the buttons on the elevator on the way up here.

You jokingly glare at Ruby

Ruby:  It wasn't me.

Ozpin: Thank you for coming, Ruby, Y/n. How are you feeling?

Ruby: Okay, I guess. I'd feel better if my bad-guy-catching record wasn't O-for-three.

You: I'm doing well.  

Everyone stares silently.

Ruby: Okay, so that's the tone we're going for, got it.

Ironwood: Ruby, I feel it's appropriate to let you know that I think what you did last night is exactly what being a Huntress is all about. You recognized a threat. You took action. And you did the very best you could.

Ruby: Thank you, sir.

You: Wait. You're just going to ignore what I did?

Ironwood: Yes, because we have no idea what you even did. We barely even knew you had left.

Ozpin: Now, the general here has already informed us of the events that... transpired last night, but now that you've rested, we were wondering if you had anything to add.

Glynda: Was anyone else with her? Did she look familiar to you at all?

Ruby: I... I don't know. She was wearing a mask, and she never said anything to me. But I know she fought with glass. I don't think that was her Semblance, though. Her clothing lit up whenever she attacked.

Glynda: Save for the glass, that sounds like the woman I fought the night we met Ruby.

Ironwood: Embedding Dust into clothing is an age-old technique. It could have been anyone.

You yawn and glare at them interrupting the conversation

You: Are you guys this incompetent?! It was Cinder Fall, whose working with Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black.

They all look at you with stars in their eyes

Ironwood: How do you know?!

You laugh

You: Don't worry General Steeldong. I had left the dance spotting her leaving so I tailed her from the rooftops, ending with a makeshift fight in the server room

Everybody laughs at your comment

Ozpin: You got into a fight with her?!

You: Yeah, stopped her from putting a virus into the servers

Ozpin bows his head

Ozpin: Thank you Mr. Akabane, truly I thank you

You: Yeah, yeah whatever pin head