RWBY: Oscar the gamer

Oscar then actived his [Agility Skill] as he rushed at Qrow, as then both of thege weapons claeh in speed, as Qrow Aura as both of them moved in high-speed, as then kepted eachother in there feet, as then Oscar jumped away, as Qrow turner his sword into that of a Scythe, as he slammed down to the ground as blast of gun fire can be heard as moved close to Oscar, as Oscar moves out the way as he swings of that of Internal Claymore, as Qrow blocked a then Osacr swinging his Crimson Fang, a then Qrow jumpe they both jumped as then they both were hit the head knocked by someone else

Emimel looked at them cracking her nuckles as she looked at them. "Are you two trying to destroy my farm"

Oscar looked at his clearly pissed of Aunt. "Sorry".

Emimel crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed as she stared down at both of them, her shades hiding her narrowed eyes. She then let out a sigh. "You both were about to level the whole damn field with those moves. And for what? A little sparring?"

Qrow rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, his usual cocky demeanor faltering a bit under her gaze. "Uh, well... we got carried away."

Oscar, still on the ground rubbing his head from the unexpected hit, groaned, sitting up. "I didn't think we were going that hard, Aunt Emimel."

She raised an eyebrow, looking at her nephew like he was a kid caught stealing cookies. "Oh, I don't know, maybe the explosive firewaves, and the fact that I can see your entire field being scorched. Does that not ring a bell?"

Oscar winced, rubbing his forehead, before standing up and walking toward her. "It won't happen again, promise."

Qrow laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, we'll make sure to keep it... less destructive next time."

Emimel didn't look like she was ready to let them off the hook that easily. Her arms remained crossed, and her stance showed she wasn't in the mood for jokes. "If you two are done breaking everything in sight, come on inside. I've got a whole mess of things to deal with, and I'm not in the mood to handle a bunch of idiotic kids playing with their weapons."

Oscar's shoulders slumped slightly. He knew the look on his aunt's face well enough to know he wasn't going to get off easy. "You're right. We were being reckless."

Qrow placed his scythe on his back, nodding at Oscar before following his aunt into the house. "Guess we should take this inside, huh?"

Oscar, still rubbing his head, followed behind them. "Yeah... you definitely know how to ruin a fight, Aunt."

Emimel smirked as she entered the house, "Oh, don't worry, I'll be here all week if you need me to break it up again."

Oscar groaned, knowing that even if she was teasing, his aunt wasn't one to back down from a challenge—especially when it came to keeping him and Qrow in line.

Later inside the house the three of them sat down, with Qrow nursing a drink, while Emimel and Oscar were having an awkwardly silent dinner. She still had that look on her face, but it wasn't just anger—it was more like a quiet frustration.

Oscar broke the silence, speaking up in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Aunt, I promise, next time we fight, we'll do it somewhere... less... flammable."

Emimel looked at him from over her glasses. "I hope so, Oscar. Honestly, at this rate, I'll be forced to send you both back to Beacon and put a 'no sparring' rule in place."

Qrow chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "I think we've learned our lesson. Maybe a few less explosions next time?"

Emimel simply nodded but said nothing more. She wasn't one for long talks when she had a point to make. After a few moments of silence, she sighed, her tone softer this time. "You both may be strong, but don't forget there's a price to pay for every fight, every battle. People get hurt, even if it's not your intention."

Oscar nodded, his usual cheeky attitude taking a back seat for the moment. "I know. It's just... sometimes the adrenaline takes over."

Qrow set his drink down and gave a rare, serious look. "She's right, kid. War, fights, they're never as clean as they seem. You'll learn that the hard way if you're not careful."

Emimel looked over at him, her tone sharp again. "You two better not be getting all sentimental on me now. Finish your food and get some rest. Tomorrow's a new day, and you're not spending it tearing my farm apart again."

Oscar and Qrow exchanged looks, then both nodded in unison. "Yeah, no more explosions... for today," Oscar said with a small grin.

Emimel looked at Oscar as she spoke. "Anyway Ozpin Told me you were in a Team of 5 do to the odd Number of Students in Beacon this year, so who are you are in your team".

Oscar thought looked at her as he spoke. "Will, yeah I gotten very close to them, they are Ruby Rose, she is very hyper, and like cookies and weapons, then the is Weiss, she is bit stuck up, rich but good hearthed I think?, there is Blake, she is quite, but a good Figther and Likes Books, and then there is Yang, she is fiery, high spirits, feisty and a total Tomboy, yeah that is all of them". Oscar then saw his Aunt was looking at as she was blinking. "Um are you O-"

He was cut up as Emimel grabbed his shoulder and states to shake. "Oscar Pine your in a Team of 4 girls, please tell me your haven't done anything yeat".

Oscar just acreamed. "What?".

Emimel stared at her nephew with wide, knowing eyes, her grip on his shoulder tightening as she shook him as she repeated. "Oscar Pine, you're in a team of four girls?! And you've been telling me nothing about this?" She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "Please tell me you haven't done anything... inappropriate yet."

Oscar's face flushed red. He quickly backed up, raising his hands in defense. "Aunt, I haven't done anything like that! I swear! It's just... we're a team, alright? We're all just friends!"

Emimel raised an eyebrow, her gaze unrelenting. "Friends? In a team of four girls? You sure that's all it is? You're telling me there's nothing going on? No awkward moments, no feelings developing? Because I can already tell there's more to this than just 'friends' with you."

Oscar's face was now a deeper shade of red, and he could feel the weight of her interrogation. He cleared his throat nervously. "Aunt Emimel, honestly, it's just... um... complicated. But nothing like you're thinking!"

Emimel didn't seem convinced. She crossed her arms and stared him down. "I've been around, kid. I know how these things work. If you're not careful, you'll end up in deep trouble. Keep your head straight and remember that you're there to not to become some sort of drama magnet."

Oscar groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I know, I know. I'm just... still figuring things out. But there's no drama, okay? I swear."

Qrow, who had been silently watching the exchange, took a long swig of his drink and grinned. "Sounds like someone's a little too close to the fire," he chuckled.

Oscar shot him an annoyed look. "Qrow, not you too..."

Emimel shook her head, but there was a slight smirk on her face. "I'm just looking out for you, Oscar. And remember, I've been a hunter longer than you've been alive. You'll get into some sticky situations if you don't keep your priorities straight."

Oscar let out a long sigh. "You really know how to make a guy paranoid, don't you?"

Qrow, ever the troublemaker, leaned back in his chair and smirked. "Don't worry, kid. You'll learn sooner or later that life has a way of throwing curveballs at you, whether you want them or not."

Emimel patted Oscar on the back. "Just keep your wits about you, Oscar. And don't make the same mistakes your old man did."

Oscar's face softened at the mention of his father. He didn't like thinking about his past life too much, but hearing his aunt mention it brought back memories of his earlier days.

"Yeah, I'll be careful. Thanks, Aunt Emimel," Oscar muttered quietly.

She gave him a reassuring smile, finally letting go of the tension that had built up. "Good. Now, get some sleep. I'm sure you've had a long day with all your... adventures. And no more getting into fights with Qrow, alright?"

Oscar nodded, grateful for the advice and the rare moments of comfort his aunt provided. "Got it. No more destruction... for today."

As the night went on, the tension in the room slowly dissolved. The trio sat together, and for once, it wasn't about battles or danger—it was about family, however unconventional it may be.

Meanwhile in that's od At least.

Weiss was unpacking her thing, as she looked at her room only too see Iseec standing at her door. "What do you want".

Isaac srugged as he spoke. "Noting much Cousin, just what is between you and Oscar, also dorm lie I am second year in Beacon and my team leader Crimson has been tasked too keep an eye on you, so yeah".

Weiss just looked at as she spoke. "It is noting".

Isaac raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Oh, come on, Weiss. Nothing? You expect me to believe that? I saw how you reacted when you mentioned his name earlier." He leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "You know, for someone who claims it's 'nothing,' you sure seem to think a lot about him."

Weiss turned away, crossing her arms. "I don't think about him that much! Oscar is just... a teammate. That's all."

Isaac chuckled. "Right, right. Just a teammate. Sure. And I'm just here for casual conversation." He stepped further into the room, watching her closely. "Look, Weiss, I'm not trying to pry—okay, maybe I am—but if something is going on, you should at least admit it to yourself."

Weiss let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair. "Even if there was something, it wouldn't matter. We're just partners in a team, and that's where it should stay."

Isaac tilted his head. "And why's that? Because of your family? Or because you're afraid of what you might feel?"

Weiss flinched slightly at his words but quickly masked it with a glare. "You really don't know when to stop talking, do you?"

Isaac laughed. "Nope, that's kind of my thing. But seriously, Weiss, just think about it. You're not in Atlas anymore. You don't have to be the 'perfect Schnee' here. You can just be Weiss."

Weiss didn't respond immediately, instead looking down at her suitcase. For a moment, she considered his words. Was she really just holding back because of her upbringing?

Isaac took her silence as his cue to leave. "Anyway, I've said my piece. Just don't overthink it too much, okay? And if you need anything, I'll be around—Crimson and I are supposed to keep an eye on you, after all."

With that, he turned and left, leaving Weiss alone with her thoughts.

She sighed, sitting down on her bed. "Just a teammate... that's all," she muttered under her breath. But deep down, a part of her wasn't so sure anymore.

To be continued

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