Inshu laughed with the other bar goers as he began drinking heavily from a bottle of whiskey. His partying personality was in full force as he kept drinking heavily, two other bottles already laying empty in front of him. "Do you think he'll draw any undue attention to us Kaen?" Reiji asked, looking down at his former teammate. "Even if he did, which is unlikely in a bar this small and out of the way, you and me can pull him out of any problem before it gets serious."
     Reiji merely grumbled wordlessly to himself in response before he then tried to get settled into his seat. He was a large man, standing at a towering 7' 5", and weighing in at a full 303 lbs of pure muscle. This made it difficult for him to find anything he fit in, especially chairs. The one he was in now even creaked dangerously at even the slightest movement Reiji made.

     Glynda sighed with frustration as she walked along the boardwalk of Vales' coast. She was on the promenade, and intended to check this last bar before returning to Ozpin to tell him she'd turned up empty handed. As she did though, she witnessed an intriguing sight. Walking out of the Crow bar were three men. One dressed in a jet black trenchcoat, his hands shoved in his pockets. The other, who appeared bigger than any man she'd seen before, was dressed in street clothes with what was most likely leather armor padding it in various places to protect his vital organs. The last didn't walk out, instead he was carried on the large ones shoulder like a sack of flour, acting strange. Most likely from drunkenness. As she approached the bar she listened in to the conversation between them.

     "Oh come on Kaen. I wasn't even that drunk yet. This is nothing compared to when I had the Everclear last night." Inshu now whined at Kaen as he hung on Reiji's shoulder. "I understand. Still, if you get too drunk we'll need to take you home. So it's better we stay here outside just a little longer in case my message got through."
     Sighing Inshu now moved nimbly, slipping from under Reiji's arm and spinning about so he landed feet first. Facing Kaen as he stood straight. "Well I can walk on my own, so he doesn't need to hold me like a damn ragdoll."

     "Excuse me, did you call this man Kaen?" Glynda asked the drunk, pointing to the trench coated man. He nodded. "Yeah, whose asking?" She held out her hand as a formality. Kaen hesitated, then slowly took it. "Glynda Goodwitch. Professor Ozpin sent me to find you three." Nodding at her words Kaen looked to his brothers. "Come on guys. Let's go."

     Meanwhile, the boy formerly known as Kaizen sat there, looking at the gorgeous view from the top of the cliff. "Ah, I missed seeing your creations in their full splendor Father. I hope I may yet even become what you made me once again." Standing up now he turned, then stopped. He hadn't noticed it before, since he'd been looking to the horizon.

     There was a tombstone, several meters away from him. "Did they really make a tombstone for me?" He asked in disbelief, almost hurt they considered him dead. As he walked up to the tombstone he stopped, reading it. "Summer Rose / Thus kindly I scatter." A feeling of sadness and pity for whoever had made this tombstone coursed through him. Here he was reveling in life, yet all he saw it as now was mockery of this passed on soul. Kneeling down, the boy touched it.
     "I am sorry if how I acted upon first reaching the top of this cliff offended you in any way Summer Rose. I meant no disrespect by it." Standing now his ears caught something he could never forget. Combat. Turning he listened closely. Beasts, and some sort of gunshots. Headed that way he carefully weaved between the trees seeing flashes of black and red between them.

     Soon he came to a clearing, seeing a young girl fighting a pack of some sort of black wolves. As he sensed the darkness in them he froze in place. They were creations of hers. 10,000 years and she still lived? Perhaps he was needed. As he watched he couldn't help but admire the beauty in the girls movements. It was an art form, an elegant dance that he respected the beauty of. After all, he had always seen things as beautiful and pure. Even battle.
     Behind him he heard a deep growl now, and one thought ran through his mind. "Ooh no." Turning quickly he came face to torso with the biggest of the wolves. Craning his neck up to see its yellow eyes looking down at him. "Hey there." He said, his voice faltering as it growled. He did not need to fight right now. Leaping back he narrowly avoided the beasts claws disemboweling him. However he was cut, and for once felt pain. "Ah!" He muttered, placing a hand to the wound.
     Pulling it away he finally saw the stain of his crimson blood on his fingers, shocked. He was truly mortal now. Truly killable. Looking up at the beast he felt the one thing Grimm lived for. Fear. He back pedaled. He couldn't fight it, there was no way to without his power. He'd always relied on it, and now that decision would kill him. As the beast pulled back it's arm for another slash at him, a shot rang out from behind. Then in a flash of red and black, the girl made short work of the alpha beowolf.

     "Hey there. You ok?" Ruby asked the strange boy before her.