makenaiyo | Class: Combat

It'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.

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[ The moment Lux heard that there was a class taught by a legendary hero, she knew where she had to be. While the blond was never much of a physical fighter, there was nothing against broadening her horizons. Sitting at the very front of the class--the only one in the front row, and one of the very, very few students actually in the class--she waited patiently.

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. ]

[Maybe a couple of showers, and maybe a night to sleep off whatever's in that mug of his. It's pretty likely that it's just not a morning coffee.

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.

[ ...What was that look? Shuffling uncomfortably in her seat, Lux sat a bit stiffly. Busted. Good thing she was good at improvising. ]

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. ]

[It's not a bad excuse, really, and maybe that with her shining reputation would have fooled some teachers. This one, however, doesn't seem entirely convinced.]

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.

Class: Combat

Hella late with Starbucks

Great. Give him the Starbucks and get the hell out

Wow she was going to share but now she won't

You've made a powerful enemy this day