A/N: I'll try and keep all notes at the beginning of stories. A little more info on this story: Beacon's teachers have their quirks, but what caused them to have these quirks? Why do they act the way they do in front of their students? How would they act away from their students? This aims to answer most of these questions of some of the more enigmatic professors of Beacon. Mostly one-shots. All reviews are welcome. For suggestions, put them in a review or PM me. Of course, I do not RWBY: all characters, names, and ideas are owned Roosterteeth. Without further ado, I present: A Prof's Perspective.
Chapter 1: A dash of Port to drown our sorrows
The alarm went off, heralding the first day of the semester. He reached over and slapped the snooze button. He didn't want to be bothered so early on a Monday.
*beep*
His scroll received a message. He groaned and looked at it.
G.G.: Don't forget, first class start at 9am today.
"Heaven's sake woman, let a man sleep."
*beep*
Another message.
G.G: We were able to acquire your "order" for the first period. Expect it delivered to the class at 8:00.
The man looked at his clock.
7:30
He sighed, and crawled out of bed, springs squeaking under his weight as he moved. Today was going to be a long day.
He arrived at the classroom at 7:55, scarfing down a breakfast of pancakes with syrup and a side of fruit, while walking through abandoned corridors. His red coat was only half buttoned as he entered the room.
The first thing he noticed was the large golden bust on a pedestal. He glanced over the bust quickly, barely looking at the likeness to his figure, before his eyes rested upon something small, engraved into the pedestal. His eyes carefully read the inscription.
Peter Port, Saviour of Moruduun.
May tales of your deeds and sacrifices spread across the land
He sighed. How many had died that day? How many gave their lives for his? And this was how they were remembered?
A growl emanated from the far side of the classroom. The man turned to face a steel cage. Red eyes emanating malice met his own, hidden under bushy grey brows. He frowned under his moustache, and walked towards the cage, unconsciously grabbing his weapon as he crossed the room.
He looked in the cage, to see the red eyes covered with bone plates, two ivory tusks jutting out of its jaw.
He gripped the bars hard, his knuckles turning white, even shaking the cage slightly. His weapon raised towards the cage.
"How many? How many have you trampled underfoot? How many have been speared through their hearts? How many have you feasted upon for mere pleasure? How many innocents have fallen to the likes of you!?"
The beast in question, huffed and backed away slightly.
The man grinned maniacally, "How ironic, that one such as you, drawn towards our negativity, should cower away from it when it stares you in the face," he mused, raising his weapon and disengaging the safety.
"I should end you right now. Avenge the lives you have taken. But I won't. As it will not serve me, nor my charges any benefit. You will meet your end today, this I can assure you. But it will not be by my hand. No, you will be a lesson for them. On their journey, they will encounter more like you. This I am certain. But they will not shrivel in fear at the sight of you. No, they will stand up, and charge into battle. They will rid the world of your tarnish, piece by piece, and they will save the lives whom you wish to take. My time to ride the flag into war is over, but theirs has started."
He lowered his weapon, and put it back on its plaque. He could hear the mumble of the students approaching, and he turned to the whiteboard, beginning to draw diagrams. As he finished the last of diagrams, he looked at his handiwork for a moment, before nodding in satisfaction. He turned to face the now full classroom, the bell ringing to signal the beginning of class.
His eyes swept over the congregation. Some of them were already dozing off. Today was going to be a long day. But he didn't mind. He smiled under his moustache, took a deep breath in, and began his tale.
"Monsters. Demons. Prowlers of the night…"