Class: Combat
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makenaiyoIt'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.
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Date: 2016-01-12 03:00 am (UTC)She couldn't think of anything else, even if this was an elective. I mean, seriously, there was a lot of people here after all.
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Date: 2016-01-12 04:15 am (UTC)"Yeah. That's usually what you do in school, but that's not what I wanna know." He paused for a moment, drinking from his mug again. "I'm asking why you're here. As in, in this classroom takin' up my time."
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Date: 2016-01-12 05:42 am (UTC)Oh gosh I'm sorry I totally lost this notif
Date: 2016-01-23 05:57 am (UTC)"'Course if you think you can just give a bunch of 'right' answers you're gonna have a rough time." He paces a few steps, free hand in his pocket and gesturing with the one holding his drink. "There's no textbooks in this class, no quizzes, no questions and no grades. It's pass or fail, that's it, and the only way you pass is if you convince me you can cut it, and I'm not gonna make that easy on you."
He comes to a stop in front of Kamala's desk, nodding at her.
"That sound fair to you?"
That's fine!
Date: 2016-01-23 05:59 am (UTC)At least he was being honest about it. Most students would have balked at it, but Kamala was determined to make it through and see things to the end.
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Date: 2016-01-23 04:35 pm (UTC)That grim look on his face finally breaks a bit with Kamala's answer, giving way to the crooked smirk just briefly before he turns away.
"Okay, we wasted enough time chatting." ... But he was the one who was late??? "Pack up your stuff and head out to the athletics field. I'll meet you guys out there... after I get a refill."
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Date: 2016-01-23 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-26 04:59 am (UTC)"Okay, here's the deal." He's just there, strolling onto the field with his hands in his pockets and a collapsed sword across his back. He wanders right past the assembled class, continuing on as if he hadn't just left them waiting for the second time that day. "Before I can start teaching you all of the many, many things you don't know I'm gonna need to get an idea of what you already do know."
He comes to a stop, looking over his students.
"So, I'm gonna need a volunteer. How about it? Who thinks they've got what it takes to take on their teacher?"
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Date: 2016-01-26 06:14 pm (UTC)Despite this, she stepped forward. "Any rules, weapons, whatever?"
Hella late with Starbucks
Date: 2016-01-23 05:32 am (UTC)Very patiently.
Very, very
Okay, this was a bit much. The teacher was at least fifteen minutes late. With a bit of a huff, she begins to stand, turning only when the door suddenly slams open before quickly sitting back down.
He didn't... look like a legendary hero. He looked like he needed a good shave, or a shower. Taken aback when he asked his question, she cleared her throat, giving him a very prepared answer. ]
I'm here to learn from a great hero, of course.
[ Or so she was told. ]
Great. Give him the Starbucks and get the hell out
Date: 2016-01-23 06:09 am (UTC)The blonde kid had caught his attention the second he'd walked in the door, even if it didn't look like he was noticing anything a second ago. He can't remember the last time anybody'd actually grabbed a front-and-center seat or come in looking all prim and proper. No, most of the kids around here were more the type looking for an excuse to throw a few punches and cause some damage. This is... interesting.
... Or maybe she's just a littl naive. Her nicely-prepared answer gets a laugh from him and he leans back in his chair.]
Really? [He gulps down another mouthful of coffee and gives her a vaguely amused look.] Cause it looks to me like you were just about to get up and leave a second ago.
Wow she was going to share but now she won't
Date: 2016-01-25 05:53 am (UTC)I was going to go find you, actually. We can't start the class without our teacher, after all.
[ Given her reputation as a straight-laced (see: goody two-shoes) student, she was confident that her statement wouldn't be questioned. ]
You've made a powerful enemy this day
Date: 2016-01-26 04:55 am (UTC)Going to find me, huh? Without knowing my name, what I look like, or where the heck I was. And by leaving the one place I was most likely gonna be any minute.
[Nope, not buying it. Another sip of his coffee.]
That's some plan.