"The good general seems to want us to depart." She turns to address Ironwood. "You know how to reach me if you need to." And then they're on an empty landing platform on Beacon's Bullhead Dock. There's no sense of motion simply a transition between there and not.

For Ironwood they become silhouettes for less than a second before disappearing entirely.

So many sensors trained on this nonsense. So little data. 

Well, at least they promised to share their toys. 

Beacon, it turns out, is a towering castle with extensive grounds, perched on the edge of a cliff. It has a breathtaking view of the city of Vale across a glimmering ocean sound to the west. 

A woman hurries over. She's wearing a black skirt, white blouse, an odd cape shaped like purple fire, and a focused expression that brightens when she sees Robyn. 

"Hello Robyn, it's been a while. I presume you are the delegation from Atlas?"

"Not precisely but yes we're the people you were told to expect. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Professor Goodwitch. I'm Siobhán Ionbhá."

"The pleasure is mine, Siobhán Ionbhá. I understand you have an appointment with Professor Ozpin?" 

"As I understand it, yes."

"This way, please." Glynda leads the pair into the castle through a pair of wide double doors into a high-ceilinged entrance hall. She then turns left through a side passage that leads to a staircase. Several flights of stairs and another hallway later, Glynda stops in front of a door marked with clockwork sigilry. Rather than knock, she waves at it with a baton she carries. With the sound of gears turning somewhere within, the door opens. 

Inside is a tastefully Spartan office primarily lit by a large window overlooking Beacon. Clockwork gears tick softly in the background of the high-ceilinged room. 

Standing with his back to the window, a bespectacled man of perhaps late middle age sips at a cup of coffee. 

"Ah, Glynda, excellent." 

"Professor Ozpin, this is Siobhán Ionbhá and Robyn Hill of Atlas." 

"Heya Prof. Caffeinated as ever, I see." 

"Coffee is one of life's great pleasures," Ozpin replies wryly. "As is meeting new people. Siobhán, welcome to Beacon Academy. General Ironwood has told me...next to nothing about you, as it happens, so I trust this will be a delightfully informative conversation." 

"I hope so as well. Let me fully introduce myself. I'm Siobhán Ionbhá an Envoy for Starlight. And to answer the obvious follow up question. Starlight is an organization that spans several realms and has rather a lot of resources."

In the midst of telekinetically convincing the door closed, Glynda blinks. 

"Intriguing. I assume you do not refer to the kingdoms of Remnant; what distinguishes one realm from another?"

"A realm is all those area you could reach by moving in one of the standard physical directions ignoring the effects of space expanding in realms where that applies."

"What a remarkably specific definition. This implies you arrived here through more nonstandard forms of movement? It would certainly explain the alacrity with which you arrived from Atlas." 

"Teleportation including between realms is one of the resources we possess."

"Would you care do demonstrate? I mean no offense, of course, but extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence." 

"Of course, I can take you back to the room we were staying in in Atlas if that works. I can also have starship in orbit in a few minutes if that's more to your liking you'd need to leave anything with dust in it behind we don't have a standardized way to stabilize it outside of your world's atmosphere."

"The Atlas test will do fine, thank you." 

"Coming right up." And then they're in an Atlas guest suite.

He peers at their surroundings, tapping a clockwork cane on the ground as if in thought. (Starlight sensors may pick up a small spike in exotic effects not previously encountered, if they are attentive). 

"Absolutely fascinating. When we return to Beacon, please deposit us outside my office rather than directly inside. Some of my security measures might object, otherwise." 

"Will do, would you like to go back now?"

Siobhán's sensors are tuned to detect things trying to influence her not general effects.

Then they will not detect Ozpin's magical senses.

"Yes, please."