Post by Theloria Shadecloak on May 7, 2019 20:13:11 GMT -5
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The office of the lion Faunus was a bit different than those of her colleagues. For one, it was actually organized like someone was actually there more than once a year. Pictures and certificates of various things lined the walls. Her Huntsman license, the graduation photo of her former Team CBLT from Beacon, and assorted newspaper clippings largely from the team’s exploits in Faunus Rights Revolution. It was sanitary, and some people misunderstood that sanitary nature as one of pride or the purpose of these to boast. It was a defiant act so that nobody who walked through that door and looked around could question her competence or the fact that was she was qualified, especially with the challenge coins on her desk.
One from Menagerie, one from the Council of the Vale, one from the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, three from the Council of Mistral, and various other ones signifying participation in various exercises or missions of particular importance largely from the war. There were newspaper clippings on the wall for all of these, too, but those tended to get drowned out even with them being framed. The challenge coin stand was where all of them stood out individually, and it was faced towards the door so that it would be the first thing that anybody say when they came in. Her unique status as a Faunus Huntress gave her and her team more recognition and publicity during the war, as that was uncommon and a whole team worth of the same was unheard of.
They were a novelty, but it was Shade’s semblance that got the other ones. While useless against Grimm, it was very good for use against almost anything else and the ability to slip in and out of even the most fortified areas unnoticed made her skills very valuable for a very long time. Her fighting skills were average at best, but her maneuverability and stealth made her an asset that the Mistral Council decided to keep close and committed by offering this faculty position to keep her in a position to be sent out whenever needed. It was an arrangement that no doubt had a time limit, but the woman was fine with the arrangement at least for the moment.
The team photo was hidden more on the wall, almost purposefully so and not visible from the vantage point of the woman currently sitting behind her desk which was unusual. Usually team photos were front and center on the desk, not on the wall next to a Huntsman License. In it there were four obnoxiously happy newly minted huntresses, all four Faunus. One lion, one chameleon, one monkey, one bat. A much younger and much happier version of Theloria Shadecloak was on the far-left side smiling from ear to ear with her cheeks close enough to touch those of the chameleon Faunus beside her. An unwelcome reminder of simpler times, and the ultimate and inevitable fate of most graduating teams.
That wasn’t the objective in the next few minutes, though, because the current class was too early to even have formed themselves into teams yet. There was no impetus for them to do so, which was fair enough because the Vytal Festival would provide that push assuming that everyone lived that long to begin with at the beginning of the next year. That was the part that she and the other professors were trying to get to, rather simply, the whole survival into the next year part. They were running a simplified version of the Huntsman Internships a bit early this year out of necessity, and the woman understood full well the logic behind it.
What the students may not be aware of, though, was the fact that a teacher could simply tell a student that they were staying on campus and someone else would handle remedial training if they felt that they would be a danger to themselves or others. How others decided how to determine that was up to them, but there was only one person who signed up for the Search and Destroy mission that she had any concern about. In truth, given the guidelines that all teachers were given it would be an extremely safe bet to keep Nikolas at Haven and she certainly would receive absolutely zero pushback for doing so. If this was a normally scheduled school year, she would indeed have zero problem doing so either.
The problem, though, was that she knew as well as anyone should that this internship was a trial run for something much bigger and more dangerous. Depriving someone of that experience when this would be their only opportunity in a largely safe environment would be detrimental perhaps to the point of their death, because this was an opportunity for people to fuck up in the proximity of someone skilled enough to save them from their own stupidity. To ensure that he showed up was a simple enough matter, a quick look at the schedule for an opening of an hour or more and telling him to drop by her office with specific directions included from his last class to talk about smoothing over an administrative matter that may prevent his ability to attend the mission next Monday.
Shade was the last person in the entire world capable of giving anyone a moral lecture about recklessness and stupidity, so she would instead take an entirely different tact that she had gotten full permission from the administration to follow through with. The kid lived alone fighting Grimm in the wilderness before a Huntsman had found and referred him to Haven after seeing his combat skill, but it was intensely clear that the boy had absolutely zero social skills and absolutely zero understanding of why teamwork was valued by actual licensed Huntsmen. The fact of the matter was that there was no way in hell she could actually transfer that information over to him, especially given her own recent background as a solo Huntress in the short time that they had prior to the mission.
These thoughts didn’t cross her mind as any sort of self-doubt or anything diminishing the very real authority that she had, and it didn’t do anything to discount the still sealed letter from the headmaster that authorized her to use the required level of force in order to ensure that every student came back alive. This, frankly, included incapacitating a student if they went berserk with the knowledge that any non-life-threatening injuries could simply be healed by the school doctor while the out-processing or other disciplinary action was done. Part of bringing up the next generation of heroes was cutting out the toxic ones who would only bring the others down, but that was only morally acceptable at this point after making every effort to set out guidelines and standards that the individual would then choose to disregard or ignore at their discretion with nobody to blame at the end of the road except for themselves.
She was dressed in the usual black and white three-piece suit, still in that phase of really enjoying the feel of nicer clothes and not wanting to go back to the normal and more practical wear for the moment. The black jacket was draped over the leather chair she was sitting in, so the white dress shirt’s sleeves were exposed underneath the black vest. Behind the desk was a green weapons locker lying horizontally, of the same form that the students used that was currently closed. Green eyes would be focused on the computer until she heard the door open or saw some movement, giving the boy’s file one last look over before the main event.
One from Menagerie, one from the Council of the Vale, one from the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, three from the Council of Mistral, and various other ones signifying participation in various exercises or missions of particular importance largely from the war. There were newspaper clippings on the wall for all of these, too, but those tended to get drowned out even with them being framed. The challenge coin stand was where all of them stood out individually, and it was faced towards the door so that it would be the first thing that anybody say when they came in. Her unique status as a Faunus Huntress gave her and her team more recognition and publicity during the war, as that was uncommon and a whole team worth of the same was unheard of.
They were a novelty, but it was Shade’s semblance that got the other ones. While useless against Grimm, it was very good for use against almost anything else and the ability to slip in and out of even the most fortified areas unnoticed made her skills very valuable for a very long time. Her fighting skills were average at best, but her maneuverability and stealth made her an asset that the Mistral Council decided to keep close and committed by offering this faculty position to keep her in a position to be sent out whenever needed. It was an arrangement that no doubt had a time limit, but the woman was fine with the arrangement at least for the moment.
The team photo was hidden more on the wall, almost purposefully so and not visible from the vantage point of the woman currently sitting behind her desk which was unusual. Usually team photos were front and center on the desk, not on the wall next to a Huntsman License. In it there were four obnoxiously happy newly minted huntresses, all four Faunus. One lion, one chameleon, one monkey, one bat. A much younger and much happier version of Theloria Shadecloak was on the far-left side smiling from ear to ear with her cheeks close enough to touch those of the chameleon Faunus beside her. An unwelcome reminder of simpler times, and the ultimate and inevitable fate of most graduating teams.
That wasn’t the objective in the next few minutes, though, because the current class was too early to even have formed themselves into teams yet. There was no impetus for them to do so, which was fair enough because the Vytal Festival would provide that push assuming that everyone lived that long to begin with at the beginning of the next year. That was the part that she and the other professors were trying to get to, rather simply, the whole survival into the next year part. They were running a simplified version of the Huntsman Internships a bit early this year out of necessity, and the woman understood full well the logic behind it.
What the students may not be aware of, though, was the fact that a teacher could simply tell a student that they were staying on campus and someone else would handle remedial training if they felt that they would be a danger to themselves or others. How others decided how to determine that was up to them, but there was only one person who signed up for the Search and Destroy mission that she had any concern about. In truth, given the guidelines that all teachers were given it would be an extremely safe bet to keep Nikolas at Haven and she certainly would receive absolutely zero pushback for doing so. If this was a normally scheduled school year, she would indeed have zero problem doing so either.
The problem, though, was that she knew as well as anyone should that this internship was a trial run for something much bigger and more dangerous. Depriving someone of that experience when this would be their only opportunity in a largely safe environment would be detrimental perhaps to the point of their death, because this was an opportunity for people to fuck up in the proximity of someone skilled enough to save them from their own stupidity. To ensure that he showed up was a simple enough matter, a quick look at the schedule for an opening of an hour or more and telling him to drop by her office with specific directions included from his last class to talk about smoothing over an administrative matter that may prevent his ability to attend the mission next Monday.
Shade was the last person in the entire world capable of giving anyone a moral lecture about recklessness and stupidity, so she would instead take an entirely different tact that she had gotten full permission from the administration to follow through with. The kid lived alone fighting Grimm in the wilderness before a Huntsman had found and referred him to Haven after seeing his combat skill, but it was intensely clear that the boy had absolutely zero social skills and absolutely zero understanding of why teamwork was valued by actual licensed Huntsmen. The fact of the matter was that there was no way in hell she could actually transfer that information over to him, especially given her own recent background as a solo Huntress in the short time that they had prior to the mission.
These thoughts didn’t cross her mind as any sort of self-doubt or anything diminishing the very real authority that she had, and it didn’t do anything to discount the still sealed letter from the headmaster that authorized her to use the required level of force in order to ensure that every student came back alive. This, frankly, included incapacitating a student if they went berserk with the knowledge that any non-life-threatening injuries could simply be healed by the school doctor while the out-processing or other disciplinary action was done. Part of bringing up the next generation of heroes was cutting out the toxic ones who would only bring the others down, but that was only morally acceptable at this point after making every effort to set out guidelines and standards that the individual would then choose to disregard or ignore at their discretion with nobody to blame at the end of the road except for themselves.
She was dressed in the usual black and white three-piece suit, still in that phase of really enjoying the feel of nicer clothes and not wanting to go back to the normal and more practical wear for the moment. The black jacket was draped over the leather chair she was sitting in, so the white dress shirt’s sleeves were exposed underneath the black vest. Behind the desk was a green weapons locker lying horizontally, of the same form that the students used that was currently closed. Green eyes would be focused on the computer until she heard the door open or saw some movement, giving the boy’s file one last look over before the main event.
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