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Class: Combat
Jan. 10th, 2016 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drunkle_qrowIt's the start of a new day and the start of a very special elective course at Crux Academy. With most of the classes at the Academy focusing on either the magical or the mundane, it seems like there's at least one thing very crucial to the life of a hero that's gone suspiciously absent: fighting.
And that's where this course comes in. An elective, because the guy running it couldn't convince the staff to make it mandatory, but one open to all years from newcomers to seniors, and if the subject matter isn't enough to draw attention, the teacher is supposed to be some kind of legendary hero! That's worth looking into it, isn't it?
The room's pretty sparse, nothing but desks and a black blackboard... there's only one thing missing. The teacher himself. Minutes pass by after the supposed start of the class, until one might question whether it's starting at all. All of a sudden, the door bangs open and in stumbles a tall, gangly man in black and grey with a red cape, messy hair, days worth of scratchy stubble on his chin and a coffee mug in his hand. He looks out over his students, squints, grunts and walks over to the teacher's desk, sitting down heavily in the chair and helping himself to some of that coffee. Assuming that's only coffee in there with nothing extra added in there.
Finally, setting his cup down, Qrow leans over the desk and scans over the assembled students before apparently settling on one up near the front.
"You." He nods at the student, and raises a hand to point at them. "... What're you doing here?"
Or Later On....
After or in between classes, Qrow would likely be lounging around somewhere on the campus. Wherever it is, he's using the opportunity to sneak a flask out from a pocket and enjoy a drink in peace and quiet. He figures his students have probably had enough of him at this point, same with the faculty but who knows....
There always seems to be somebody to bother him these days.
And that's where this course comes in. An elective, because the guy running it couldn't convince the staff to make it mandatory, but one open to all years from newcomers to seniors, and if the subject matter isn't enough to draw attention, the teacher is supposed to be some kind of legendary hero! That's worth looking into it, isn't it?
The room's pretty sparse, nothing but desks and a black blackboard... there's only one thing missing. The teacher himself. Minutes pass by after the supposed start of the class, until one might question whether it's starting at all. All of a sudden, the door bangs open and in stumbles a tall, gangly man in black and grey with a red cape, messy hair, days worth of scratchy stubble on his chin and a coffee mug in his hand. He looks out over his students, squints, grunts and walks over to the teacher's desk, sitting down heavily in the chair and helping himself to some of that coffee. Assuming that's only coffee in there with nothing extra added in there.
Finally, setting his cup down, Qrow leans over the desk and scans over the assembled students before apparently settling on one up near the front.
"You." He nods at the student, and raises a hand to point at them. "... What're you doing here?"
Or Later On....
After or in between classes, Qrow would likely be lounging around somewhere on the campus. Wherever it is, he's using the opportunity to sneak a flask out from a pocket and enjoy a drink in peace and quiet. He figures his students have probably had enough of him at this point, same with the faculty but who knows....
There always seems to be somebody to bother him these days.
