"You said earlier that you wanted to talk with me?" Haruka asked Pyrrha, as the two walked through the hallways of Beacon Academy, leaving the rooftop above the main first-year's classroom/lecture hall block, and a very upset (and obstinate on not accepting assistance) Jaune Arc on said roof.
"I did, but… That can wait. I'm a bit more worried about Jaune right now." The Mystralian Champion admitted. "Though, I did want to ask…" She trailed off for a moment. "You said back there," She spoke up again after her and Haruka had walked a few meters, "That there's no records of your existence before a few months ago? What did you mean by that?" I should not have said that.
"I meant…" Haruka trailed off, coming to a halt and glancing up and down the hall. No one else was visible, even to her enhanced senses. "This does not go further than the two of us, understood?"
"Okay…" Pyrrha halted too, and was looking at the Knight with an expression of curiosity.
"Haruka, when you've got a minute, let me know. Vita's suggested something, and I want your opinion on it." Hayate's voice spoke in the back of Haruka's consciousness.
"As far as the records of the four Kingdoms are concerned, I did not exist until approximately six months ago. Before then, there is nothing indicating my existence. Anything that predates that is a backdated fabrication." "I will, Mother."
"What? Why?" The other girl was genuinely confused, Haruka could see that quite plainly on her face.
"Aww, you're getting so formal again… Why can't you just call me Mama?" Hayate pouted for a moment, though Haruka could tell she wasn't being serious about it.
"My apologies, but that is classified." Haruka told Pyrrha, before turning and resuming her walk back to the dorms, allowing the conversation with Hayate to fade out for the moment.
"Is it related to the fact that you're a robot girl?" Pyrrha asked, stepping up to her side and keeping pace easily. I was hoping to not have this conversation until much later.
Haruka stopped again, turning to look Pyrrha in the eyes.
"Two things. One, I am a cyborg, not a 'robot girl'." Though, at this point, the difference is mainly academic. "Two; that fact is classified as well." Pyrrha's expression cycled through a mix of emotions before a voice interrupted them.
"What's going on here?" Yang asked, her voice echoing in the empty hall. Haruka glanced over, noting that she was still halfway down the corridor, and thus unlikely to have overheard anything.
"Oh, hello, Yang. We were just talking—" Pyrrha began, before Haruka cut her off.
"Pyrrha knows about my cybernetics, but came to the wrong conclusion. Evidently she was under the impression that I'm a gynoid." Haruka told Yang, switching to Mid-Childan for the second sentence. "Also, Jaune has declared that he didn't get into Beacon legitimately."
"Yeah, I already guessed that about him." The blonde brawler stated, also in Mid-Childan, as she came to lean up against the wall nearby, arms crossed. "And you told me that she probably knew about your cybernetics, too."
Pyrrha just looked back and forth between the two, as they spoke a language she wouldn't have heard before, except from the two now speaking it.
"Umm… Excuse me?" The Mystralian Champion, tall and impressive as she was, proved that she could still appear very meek when she wanted to. "What are you two…?" She trailed off as both Haruka and Yang turned to her.
The blonde brawler glanced at Haruka, one eyebrow raised in an unspoken question. Haruka shook her head before vocalizing her response. Don't think I didn't hear that… Or do you not care?
"No, we're not telling her. At this point, it's simply not worth the risk." I am quite glad Rosenkreuz and I taught you Mid-Childan.
"Fair enough." Yang nodded. "I can't say I like leaving people in the dark, but with secrets like the ones surrounding you… I can understand why. Especially given what I've seen from your history. And technology."
"Quite." With a glance over at the thoroughly bewildered Pyrrha, Haruka switched back to Valian. "My apologies, Fraulein Nikos, but some topics of conversation are best had in a… Different language, when one is concerned about eavesdroppers. Of course, this particular eavesdropper is not one I think I need to be overly concerned with." She raised her voice slightly as she spoke, and said eavesdropper rounded the corner behind Yang. Pyrrha stiffened up as the Headmaster of Beacon Academy came into view.
"My apologies, I can't say I intended to eavesdrop. I was simply on my way to speak with Peter—Professor Port." Ozpin corrected himself, gesturing slightly with his ever-present mug. I can smell the hot chocolate from over here. And that explains why you weren't even trying to be quiet.
Haruka chuffed lightly in amusement. "Yang and I have discussed nothing you do not already know. Though, I do have a question. Jaune has forged transcripts, is that a problem?" She asked, ignoring Pyrrha shooting her a look of horror and betrayal.
"No." Ozpin casually answered, taking a brief sip from his mug, gesturing slightly with his cane. "He passed the entrance exam, after all."
Pyrrha's expression was one of immense relief, mixed with disbelief."You, you mean?"
"I'd already figured out that his transcripts were forged before the school year started, but I had full confidence that he would complete Initiation. And he did, didn't he?" The elder Knight asked, rhetorically.
"You're not—you're not angry?" The mystralian champion still seemed utterly bewildered.
"Not really, no." Ozpin shrugged lightly. "Jaune had a problem and found a solution. That shows problem-solving skills and initiative, and that he'd try at all also speaks to his bravery. He could have been a bit better in his selection of forgers, but for that I don't blame him."
Pyrrha looked utterly relieved at that.
"Thank you, Professor. I was… Quite worried about him." Pyrrha confessed, to the surprise of no one in the hallway.
"It is only natural to be worried about one's friends." Ozpin observed. "Now, if you will excuse me, I do need to meet with Port. Have a good evening, you three." With that, Ozpin left down the hall in the direction of Professor Port's classroom.
"He's not mad…" Pyrrha trailed off, slight disbelief still evident in her voice.
"Well, that does sound like Ozpin; skirting or outright ignoring the rules if it makes for a more desirable result." Haruka offhandedly noted. "Shamal, I take back what I said earlier. You were dead-on."