Death From Within is Colored Blood (Carrion X RWBY)

Chapter 13: More Worries, Preparation, and Let's Investigate

Two weeks ago, a few hours after the end of the battle at the docks. Blake is in a sort of interrogation room on a chair with a table in front of her and another chair across from her. The door to the room opens and comes in a certain headmaster who just loves to drink caffeinated drinks, even in the middle of the night.

Ozpin: Well...this has been an eventful evening.

Blake: Hm?

Ozpin: I'm sure that after a night of thwarting attempted robbery, you probably just want to go home and take a nap. *Takes a seat* But I was hoping that maybe we could have a chance to talk. 

Blake: Of course.

Ozpin: Wonderful.  As you know, in order to enroll in the academy, students must first take a rigorous entrance exam. Most applicants spend years training at one of the many combat schools around the world. You are one of the few who did not. *Sips* And you passed the exam with flying colors.

Blake: I was raised outside the kingdoms. If you can't fight, you can't survive.

Ozpin: Well, you have most certainly survived, Blake. I admire your drive and I am proud to run a school that accepts individuals from all walks of life. Rich, poor, human, *sips* faunus. 

Blake glares at the word, being implied toward her

Ozpin: *Sigh* Why do you wear that bow, Blake? Why hide who you are?

Blake: You may be willing to accept the faunus, Professor Ozpin, but your species is not. 

Ozpin: True. But we are continuing to take strides to lessen the divide. 

Blake: With all due respect, you need to start taking some larger strides. Until then, I'd rather avoid any unnecessary attention. I want people to see me for who I am, not what I am.

Ozpin: And who are you, Blake?

Blake: Simple. I'm just a girl who is going to be a huntress like everyone else. Not some simple-minded beast who wants only the worst for the world like what your species think of mine.

Ozpin: If not that, then what are you, exactly?

Blake: I-I don't understand what you're asking.

Ozpin: How did you know that the White Fang would be at the shipyard tonight? 

Blake: I didn't. I just happened to be at the right place at the right time.

Ozpin: You wouldn't have been the first. The same can be said for Carrion. But what happened tonight wasn't an isolated incident. I may be your headmaster, but I am also a huntsman. And it is my duty to protect this world from the forces that conspire against it. Blake, are you sure that there is nothing else you'd like to tell me?

Blake: I'm sure.

Ozpin: Very well. *Stands up* Thank you for your time, Ms. Belladonna. If you ever need to talk to me, please, don't hesitate to ask.

Once Ozpin leaves the room, he quickly makes a sharp turn until he is far enough away from the door he exited out of. 

Ozpin: Ahem. Carrion.

I emerge from my invisibility and we find ourselves face to face.

Ozpin: Carrion, I'm sure you're going to tell me otherwise, but tell me. Do her words align with your side of the story?

Carrion: She went as far from the truth as just about anyone could. 

Ozpin: *Sigh* I thought so. Then do you mind telling me more about tonight's context?