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An Offer He Can't Refuse
Glynda Goodwitch walked down the empty halls of beacon academy with a purposeful stride, even if she had a contemplative frown on her face. She was currently heading towards the only occupied dorm in the school, the one that currently housed their newest guest and his Dog. Glynda was not pleased with being given the task of waking him up, and escorting him to Ozpin's office, but she supposed that if anyone were to do it, it would be her. She quickly found the door to the door, and rapped on it's surface. I just hope it's not a disaster in there. Glynda thought to herself. It bad enough we're understaffed, one more room to make up is the last thing I want to add to our list. As she thought this, she heard a bit of shuffling on the other side.
"Come in!" Glynda heard Nathan's voice call from the room. She opened the door without hesitation and came to the sight of his red-flame painted armor, standing right in front of the door. I suppose to anyone that isn't experienced, or expected this, it would have shocked them. Glynda thought, quickly deducing the armor must be on some kind of stand by mode given how motionless it was, and the fact that Nathan was to the left of it, wearing a bulky looking set of dark green armor with a blue jump suit underneath. The Dog he had was currently on one of the beds, and was watching her with interest. "Morning." Nathan said curtly, his voice slightly muffled from his helmet. Glynda noticed the odd clunky device on Nathan's left wrist, but chose not to comment on it.
"Good morning Mr. Sullivan, I take it you slept well?" Glynda asked as she looked over the room. Nathan could tell she was looking for something that was damaged or out of place. Thankfully he was a good housekeeper. Dogmeat hopped off the bed, and came up next to him. Dogmeat's red bandanna was still on his neck, and Nathan was thinking about giving him the dog armor, but decided against it.
"Best sleep in a while actually. I appreciate the hospitality." Nathan answered politely, and Glynda nodded, now looking at where Nathan had slept, the covers only slightly ruffled. Nathan watched her for a moment, and then she turned toward him, seemingly done searching.
"Its not a problem Mr. Sullivan, now, professor Ozpin would like to speak with you again this morning. So if you would follow me." Glynda then turned toward the door, assuming Nathan would follow her. Nathan and Dogmeat did so, all three of them walking down the hallway at a relatively brisk pace. As they traveled, Nathan looked at all the doors to the various dorms as one question plagued his mind. Which ones are the boys dorms and which ones are the girls? The three of them made their way toward the central area, around where Nathan remembered the elevator to Ozpin's office was. However instead of heading to the elevator, they went to a white door that had a gold plaque labeled 'Teacher's lounge'. Well, I guess I get to meet the other professors here too. Glynda opened the door, and ushered them inside. Once Nathan entered, he was immediately struck with the smell of coffee. The room appeared to be a typical break room, having a few small tables with chairs, and a large counter area with a coffee maker, refrigerator, microwave, sink, and even a small stove. At the area of the counter where the coffee machine was, he saw Ozpin, with three others that all seemed to be enjoying a cup of joe.
"Ah! Mr. Sullivan, I hope you slept well?" Ozpin greeted with a smile, as all of the attention was brought to him. Nathan saw that two of the individuals were who he assumed were male teachers. One was a portly man with a fine brown vest, and black pants. He had combed grey hair that matched his somewhat oversized mustache. Nathan noticed that despite his eyes looking closed, the man seemed to be studying him with interest. The other man was tall and lanky, an almost complete opposite body type to the other. He had wild green hair, a long sleeve button up shirt, and glasses that somehow obscured his eyes. The final stranger was a woman with pink hair, and was in a nurse's dress uniform. She was quite slender, with black stockings hugging her legs.
"I did, so you wanted to talk to me about something?" Nathan asked as he approached them, and Ozpin's smile grew a little wider.
"I see our guest likes to get down to business." The portly man said with a small chuckle. "So your this Nathan we heard about? Appeared in the middle of the forest huh?" Nathan looked at the man and gave him a small nod. "My name is professor Peter Port, me and the other professors have been informed about your...'predicament'." Port said while motioning to the other two beside him.
"Yes, a very interesting predicament indeed, one that we'd all be interested in learning more about." The leaner man said. "Oh, and my name is Bartholomew Oobleck, a pleasure to meet you. And this is professor Peach." He said, motioning toward the pink haired lady next to him, who simply waved.
"That is one of the reasons I called you here, We'd like to know more about your predicament. If you don't mind talking about it of course." Ozpin said in a polite manner. Nathan hummed for a moment. This guy has got some good charisma skills, He gives off an aura of trustworthiness all the time. Nathan thought to himself. I suppose it won't hurt to tell them, but I doubt they'll believe me. If they don't know what America is, and have never heard of it, either I am very VERY far from the North American continent, or I'm in some sort of alternate reality. Either way, these guys are my best ticket out of here right now.
"I guess I should start by saying that me coming here wasn't intentional. I was trying to go back home. However something must have happened to the teleporter I used. Because instead of my house, all I saw was that forest." Several eyebrows raised at that. Nathan figured it mostly because of him referencing teleportation. "And before anyone asks, yes, I did in fact say teleporter." Oobleck began muttering to himself a bit, and Port laughed.
"Well, I dare say that teleporter certainly did bring you far away from home." Port said with a small chuckle. "Ozpin said you've never heard of Vale before, correct?" Nathan nodded, and Peach's eyes seemed to widen a bit, the first real reaction Nathan has seen out of her. "How about Vacuo? Atlas? Mistral?" Nathan shook his head at each name. "How about...Aura?" Nathan once again shook his head.
"Is Aura another place I should know?" Nathan asked blandly, wondering how many more names of places the professor would say. Port simply laughed.
"Aura's not a place, it's what protects us hunters and huntresses in battle. The fact that you don't know about that, the kingdoms, or Grimm-" Port was suddenly cut off by his skinnier college.
"Its as if he is not even from remnant." Oobleck's words hung in the air for a few seconds, before the silence was broken by Ozpin.
"It seems this must be a 'worse case scenario' for you Mr. Sullivan. You truly are lost." The headmaster said a bit somberly. Nathan sighed, looking at their faces. They seemed both shocked, and pitiful. As if they had just watched a car wreck, but there was so much damage, there was nothing they could do to help. Nathan had seen that look plenty of times from people who heard or asked about his search for Shaun. After everything thats happened though, hes kind of sick of that expression.
"I'll find some way to get back." Nathan said simply, and Ozpin smiled.
"I have no doubt you will. Now there is something else I'd like to talk with you about." Ozpin said, and Nathan noticed the other professors stiffen a bit. "You see, we're a bit understaffed here. We do have some janitors around, but none of them are willing or able to teach any classes. While I don't know much about you or where you come from, that armor looks rather unique, may I assume you made it yourself?" That was an odd thing to ask out of the blue, but Nathan hesitantly nodded.
"Sorta, The base shape and design was already made, but I've been modifying it for a long while. The same goes for my weapons as well." Ozpin nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.
"Well then Mr. Sullivan, how would you like to become the resident shop teacher here?" Nathan stared at Ozpin for a long moment as silence passed between them, with Ozpin sipping from his mug.
"What?" Was the only thing Nathan could manage. He only just met me yesterday, and now he wants me to teach a fucking class!? Did somebody spike his coffee or something? Nathan thought, continuing to stare incredulously at the headmaster.
"You don't have to make up your mind right now of course, but while reviewing the footage from the forest yesterday, I thought it might be good to have another experienced adult around the campus." Nathan lets those words sink in for a moment. "If you decide against it, I will have to ask you to leave campus once school begins again. At the moment, I can let you stay, but while the students are here and classes are in session, I can't allow you to stay for nothing." Nathan nodded, understanding where he was coming from. Although the sole survivor still found it hard to believe he was being offered a position here already.
"I'll...have to think about it." Nathan answered, and Ozpin nodded. "There's still a lot of stuff I'd like to know before I go signing any contracts."
"I understand, so maybe you'd like to visit Vale? Its a short ride down there, and I'm sure you'll be able to find out a lot about this place by experiencing it for yourself." At Ozpin's suggestion, Nathan hummed before nodding. If I'm going to be staying here, I might as well get a layout for the city. Find the shops that I'll need, or maybe a junkyard would be more appropriate.
"I think that'd be for the best." Nathan answered, and Ozpin motioned toward Glynda.
"Ms. Goodwitch, would you be so kind as to escort Mr. Sullivan to the tram?" Glynda let out an audible sigh, obviously not really wanting to do it, but knowing that she might as well get it over with.
"Mr Sullivan, if you would follow me." Glynda said curtly, and Nathan turned around and followed her, Dogmeat not far behind. After they left, the professors looked at the door where they had passed, and then to one another.
"I find it interesting that he is in fact from another world. I can imagine this all might be a little overwhelming to him." Oobleck said with a hand on his chin. Ozpin took a sip of his coffee, as he nodded.
"Interesting yes, but are you sure he's fitted to be a professor here? I mean, we don't even know if he's ever taught anything before." Port said, addressing Ozpin. Peach nodded, mirroring Port's concern.
"Lets just say I have a good feeling about him." Ozpin answered with a smirk, before once again taking a sip from his coffee.
Nathan arrived with Glynda at the small tram station at the edge of the academy that led to Vale, which he could see was about twenty miles out. Dogmeat began sniffing around the tram itself, already inside. It was on a rail that swerved down a steep hill heading toward the city. The tram itself was quite sizable, able to fit maybe a hundred people if they all squeezed. The style of the tram was quite blocky, with a few TV screens inside. There was also a locked box at the front of the tram. Glynda steppe into the tram, took out a key and unlocked the box, revealing a control panel.
"At the moment the Tram is allowing manual control. We typically have it on a schedule when school time comes, but when the students leave, we like to be able to use it when we need it." Glynda explained, and Nathan nodded. Dogmeat hopped onto one of the seats that lined the tram, apparently knowing they were going to stay there for a moment. Nathan approached the control panel, and found it was pretty basic. A small button for power, a lever for the speed, a brake lever, and one more button for actually taking off. Nathan figured since there were only two destinations, the controls didn't need to be complicated.
"Simple enough." Nathan said, looking over the controls, and for the first time he realized that everything was labeled in English. Something he was grateful for.
"Once you get to Vale, do try to stay out of trouble." Glynda said, and Nathan looked at her oddly.
"We've only known each other for...what? A day?" Nathan questioned. "Why do you think I'll get into trouble?" At that last statement, Glynda narrowed her eyes.
"Because right now your staying here at the academy, meaning if you get into trouble with the authorities, we'll be the ones they call. Plus your fully armored, only a few hunters wear any kind of armor, so your bound to get a few stares. And finally, I don't know you, so I don't trust you to behave yourself." After Glynda's small rant, Nathan stood in stunned silence for a moment, unsure of why she seemed so upset with him.
"Alright then, I can tell you get along with everyone don't you?" Nathan remarked smartly, and received a nasty glare for it. I think I made her mad. Nathan thought to himself.
"Try to be back before dinner." Glynda said with venom. "Ozpin still wants to discuss things with you." After which, she left Nathan and Dogmeat to themselves. Nathan watched her leave, and couldn't help himself from eyeing her backside for a moment or two. Eventually he turned toward the control panel, turned the tram on, and was soon on his way to Vale. He sat down on the connected seat next to Dogmeat, with the Shepard scooting a bit closer to him. Nathan put a hand on Dogmeat's head and gently petted him.
The tram ride was rather peaceful, and a nice change of pace from the flow of new information and questions he had been assaulted with since arriving here. Nathan looked down at Dogmeat and sighed. I just hope everyone is doing okay while I'm gone. I'm sure they are, but I wonder how long it will be until they figure out I'm missing? Nathan thought as he sat there. He barely noticed the scenery move around them as he sat there, lost in his thoughts, mostly plagued by questions about this new world. Or the fact this world existed in the first place. At first Nathan thought he had somehow time traveled thousands of years into the future, which had at first been a very terrifying but also very exciting prospect. He realized that it was not the case when he saw the moon while in the dorm. Or what was left of it.
Nathan shook his head, remembering how he had stared at the moon for far too long once he first saw it. Dogmeat stirred a bit as the tram finally stopped, signaling his arrival to Vale. He stepped off the tram and breathed a sigh of relief. The town, for all intents and purposes was still relatively normal looking. He didn't know what to expect considering he was on a completely different world, but he was glad it at least looked familiar. He walked forward and onto the first street in front of the tram, and saw quite a few people on the sidewalks as well. They all had normal looking clothes, walked normally, and just like Ozpin and the others, spoke english. The signs all directed people to different businesses and establishments, all offering different services. Tailors, bookstores, restaurants, and everyone seemed to be having a relatively good day. The last time Nathan had seen a scene like this was before the bombs fell, an eternity ago. Dogmeat nudged his hand with his nose, and Nathan realized he had stopped, simply observing.
"Oh, sorry boy. I guess I was daydreaming a bit." Nathan said apologetically. Dogmeat ruffed softly, and they both continued onward, Nathan enjoying the sights. Which didn't last long. Two younger girls, most likely high school age, came up to him out of nowhere with eager and excited faces. For a second Nathan had a flashback to a raider that had a similar expression.
"Hey, can we take a picture with you and your dog?" One of them asked, holding an small tablet like device In her hands.
"Please?" The other one insisted. They both looked as though they would burst with excitement at any moment. Nathan decided to answer before they fainted or something.
"Uh, sure?" He said tentatively, and both girls squealed in excitement. They both ran up next to him and Dogmeat, and held the device out in front of them. "What-" he was cut off by the sound of multiple pictures being taken, and he saw that the device now sported an image of him, Dogmeat, and the girls. "Oh."
"Thanks mister!" One of them said with excitement. "My friends are going to be so jealous when they find out I met an armored huntsman today!" Suddenly everything made sense to Nathan. So, are huntsman celebrities or something? He thought curiously.
"Oh yea, they'll never believe we found a huntsman that wears armor unless we told them." The other said. Before Nate knew it, they both left, leaving him and Dogmeat on the sidewalk. Nathan looked around, and saw only few of the townspeople were even giving him passing glances. Ok, so not overtly famous celebrities, maybe its just because I'm wearing armor? Yea that has to be it. Still a pretty extreme reaction to...armor. Nathan shook his head of those thoughts, saving them for later. He continued down the street with no real goal in mind. If I had some of whatever kind of currency they used around here, I might have bought something. Right now though, I just need to listen and observe, so I can at least have some general knowledge of this place in case I'm asked. Better not advertise the fact I'm not exactly from around here.
As Nathan looked, he saw a few things out of place. For one, there was some kind of showcase of 'Atlesian Military hardware' which showcased robots that looked similar to assultrons, but bigger and slower looking. Is atlas some kind of military contractor, or an ally of Vale? Why wouldn't Vale's military be advertised? Nathan thought, his mind going back to America's military advertisements. He remembered that recruitment advertising went up significantly when power armor was invented, which worked great, as many new recruits thought they could be, or at least work with, power armored soldiers. Of course these same advertisements never made it beyond the American borders. So why would Atlas advertise in Vale? He did know that American military contractors would out source their products, such as the common combat rifle, but they would rarely try to advertise to the general population of another country.
Another thing he thought was quite out of place were two younger individuals, one man, and one woman, sharing what looked like a milkshake. Normally this would be nothing interesting, if it wasn't for the fact that the girl had large ears on her head, while the man had both ears, and what looked like deer antlers. They both had light tan hair as well, similar to a deer's coat. Nathan couldn't help but stare dumbly at the two as they enjoyed their milkshake. He was silently thankful no one really noticed, or seemed to care. Although the relatively tranquil scene didn't last long.
"Well well well, looks like ol' buck found himself a doe." Another young man came up from behind the man with the antlers, with two others by his side. They were all normal humans, but had baggy clothing, and the one that addressed 'buck' had an odd looking large baseball cap on his head, wearing it backwards.
"I told you my name isn't buck." The boy said without looking behind him, and the girl deer person looked worried as the three continued to approach. Nathan wasn't sure what was going on, but it didn't look good.
"Its alright, they'll leave soon enough, just let me do the talking." The deer faunas said quietly to his date, who nodded reluctantly. Then the three made it to their table, the center capped one smirking smugly.
"Oh yea, I guess I keep forgetting. What was it again?" The same hatted one asked, clearly in a mockingly innocent tone. His two followers chuckled at his act, while the deer faunas ground his teeth a bit in anger.
"Trevor." Trevor said with venom. The girl deer faunas shrunk a bit as the lead one's gaze feel to her. While Trevor realized he would need to do something. Damn it, Logan's going to ruin my date at this rate. But how do I get him to leave this time? Trevor thought desperately.
"And what would your name be?" Logan said with mock interest. The Girl shrunk even further into her chair. She said something barely audible. "Whats that? Couldn't quite hear that." He asked again, and the girl spoke a bit louder, but with fear and embarrassment evident in her whimper. "Was that Delilah? Deborah? Oh well, maybe I should just call you a bi-"
"Hey!" Trevor said, raising his voice and standing up, catching everyone at the table's attention. "Stop it Logan, you've already done enough haven't you?" Trevor asked in a threatening tone, to which Logan responded by scowling at him. Logan then forcefully grabbed Trevor's right set of antlers, causing the faunas to be forced toward Logan with a bit of pain.
"C'mon Trevor, we're all just having a bit of fun right? After all, you wouldn't want me to report your antlers were as pointy as a spear do you?" At that, Trevor's eyes widened. It was true, he had been neglecting to file down his antler's points. That was one of the laws concerning faunas. If they had pointed extremities like horns, antlers, or enlarged teeth, they needed to be kept dull for public safety. Unfortunately Trevor's antlers were a bit too sharp to comply with that rule, meaning he could face a hefty fine. Then they all heard an adult sounding cough behind the troublemaking trio. They all turned to see what looked like an armored huntsman and his Dog looking at them with his arms crossed. Logan, instead of looking scared or worried, actually looked sadistically excited.
"Would you mind explaining whats going on here." the huntsman asked, and Trevor looked devastated, as Logan let go of him and approached the huntsman with confidence. The girl also looked worried as she watched the two of them, hoping Trevor doesn't get too bad of a fine. Although that was unlikely.
"I would be more than happy too." Logan said with mock innocence. "You see, I was just walking down the street when I noticed that this faunas's antlers are sharper that what regulation requires. I asked him to file it down before the authorities arrives, but I guess I'm too late now that you're here sir." Trevor slumped his shoulder, submitting himself to whatever would come. The other two lackeys snickered a bit watching Logan give his 'statement.'
"Really now?" The huntsman asked, before he started to walk over to the deer faunas. "Well then lets see what we have." Logan and his friends smiled victoriously as the huntsman stood in front of Trevor.
Nathan didn't know half of what was going on, but he did get the general gist. These poor kids were being bullied, and worst of all, they didn't seem any more comforted by the fact an authority figure had showed up. The fact they think I'm a huntsman sure is convenient. Better make good use of it. Still seems wrong that this kid has to file his...antlers? This is still so weird. Nathan thought to himself. He gently gripped the deer man's antlers and felt one of the ends. It was indeed, quite sharp. Nathan mused on what to say for a moment, before he let go the antlers and looked at the boy through his helmet.
"Well, I'm going to assume this is your first offense, so I'm gonna let you off with a warning." Nathan said, making the people around him look at him in surprise. "But don't let me catch you like this again." Given how these kids probably thought I would have issued some kind of punishment for a crime this small, I better sell the act good. Nathan mused, looking at the kid's expression. The kid that had 'told' on the deer kid approached Nathan with a bit of a angered glare.
"A warning? Since when did they start putting out warnings? Aren't you going to fine him?" The boy asked with annoyance. Nathan shook his head.
"No, especially when I see the accuser manhandling the accused." Nathan asserted, causing the boy to flinch back a bit. The two deer people looked pleasantly surprised at this as the normal guys ushered themselves away, leaving the three of them and Dogmeat. Nathan wanted to sigh in relief upon convincing them that he was a real huntsman, but reminded himself not to give his cover away. He looked back at the two deerlings, and nodded. "You two have a nice day." Then he and Dogmeat began to leave back the way they came.
"T-Thank you." The boy said, but Nathan simply kept walking, his thoughts being plagued with just what the hell those people were.
"I told him not to get into trouble." Glynda hissed a bit as she and Ozpin watched the video screen of Nathan leaving the two faunas after having dealt with their harassers. Ozpin simply shook his head in amusement.
"I would say that he's actually preventing trouble from starting." Ozpin said with a smile, while Glynda rolled her eyes. "I think this proves his heart. Even though he undoubtedly doesn't know what a faunas was, he barley batted an eye."
"Yes, because staring at two teen faunas on a date for nearly a minute straight isn't batting an eye." Glynda's retort caused Ozpin to chuckle. "I don't think this is funny. How can you trust hims so easily as to offer him a position at the school?" She continued incredulously.
"Well first of all, we're understaffed and need some more adults on campus." Ozpin began. "Secondly, I don't think it would be wise o let him stay in remnant unsupervised. Who knows what kind of trouble he could cause." Ozpin gave Glynda a wink, but she did not return it.
"So we get him an apartment in the city and check up on him, I don't trust him enough yet for him to be around our students." Glynda retorted.
"I don't think you've known him long enough to know just how much he can be trusted." Ozpin paused, glancing over to the monitor and watching as cameras throughout the city tracked both Nathan and his dog. They seemed more curious about their surrounding than anything, if not a bit cautious. "Perhaps it is a bit presumptuous to assume his trustworthiness, but like I said before, I have a good feeling about him." Ozpin continued to watch the duo walk throughout the city, while Glynda sighed.
Glynda wasn't entirely sure what was going through Ozpin's mind by attempting to recruit Nathan, but he did have a point a bout being understaffed. And they did have a month before school actually started. Perhaps I'm being a bit too harsh. She thought to herself. Even if we don't know him, he hasn't really been hostile or unpleasant...aside from his language that is. Perhaps I should give him a chance. As she thought that, she looked on the monitor with Ozpin to see Nathan attempting to help an old lady with what was far too many grocery bags, only for him to be hit int the head with a cane.
"Jeez, I was only trying to help." Nathan said to no one as he walked down the docks of Vale. "She didn't have to go all 'Don't you try to help me young whippersnapper, I can help myself!'" Nathan said in a 'grandma' voice, and Dogmeat yawned, completely not understanding his master. "Well, It happens every once and a while right?" Nathan asked looking down at Dogmeat, who simply tilted his head as they walked. Nathan smirked to himself, seeing how ridiculous it might seem to talk to a dog. The Docks of Vale were remarkably similar to Boston's docks when he visited before the great war. Ships in port, sailors tying rigging or cleaning the deck, and what appeared to be captains looking at documents. The place was quite lively, and made him feel a bit nostalgic.
"What do you think of this place so far Dogmeat? Anything like Boston?" Nathan asked rhetorically. Dogmeat barked cheerily as Nathan chuckled a bit. "Yea, its a bit like Boston isn't it? Wonder if they have radio." Nathan brought the Pipboy on his left wrist up to his face to view what radio stations were available in Vale. Turns out there were quite a few radio stations available. As he selected one though, an angry sounding metallic instrument assaulted his ears, and he immediately shut it off. "Maybe I'll try again later."
Nathan and Dogmeat continued down the dockyard, and Nathan couldn't help but wonder what exactly he could do. Obviously he needed to find the materials required for a teleporter, but he also needed somewhere relatively safe and private to build and keep it. Ozpin did offer me a job at his academy, but would I be too busy with being a teacher? No...I wouldn't. Nathan suddenly remembered something quite important. It would be nearly a month before any students arrive, but he had managed to build a fully functioning teleporter in nearly a week. I would have plenty of time to put one together, and leave before anyone but those at the school even knew I was ever here. Perfect!
"Alright Dogmeat, I have a plan." Nathan said, stopping, and Dogmeat looked at him with attentiveness. "Lets try working for Ozpin, I think we can find our way back home before the school year starts." Dogmeat panted, still waiting for an order, before Nathan's stomach started to rumble. "Maybe we can stop for some lunch first. How's some radstag sound?"
Nathan and Dogmeat both waited on the tram as it took them both back up to the academy. It was approaching evening, and Nathan didn't really want to be late for dinner considering he was asked to be there. Once the tram stopped, and allowed them to hop off, they were once again in front of the academy. They both started to make their way toward the central building to hopefully find where exactly to head. Thankfully it didn't take them long to find the separate eating area specifically for the teachers during meals. It wasn't too far from the normal cafeteria, but was clearly labeled fro teachers only. Inside it had a large circular clothed table where Nathan saw the rest of the teachers at. Ozpin perked up at him coming in, and nodded.
"Hello Nathan, I trust your visit to Vale was enjoyable?" Ozpin asked as Nathan approached the table. Glynda was on Ozpin's right, while Port was on his left, With peach being next to Glynda. Nathan noticed that there was no food or plates on the table, suggesting they hadn't even gotten to eat yet.
"Enjoyable enough, reminds me a lot of Boston actually." Nathan answered honestly.
"Thats good, if you'd like, you can have a seat, professor Oobleck will be back with our food momentarily." Nathan nodded, and took one of the the only two available seats, specifically next to Port.
"So Boston is a port town?" Port asked curiously, and Nathan nodded, any expression still hidden behind his helmet. Dogmeat laid down beside Nathan's chair, but kept his ears perked up.
"Yea, one of the busiest in the country actually." Nathan elaborated a bit. "I'm guessing Vale's pretty busy on that front too?" At his question, the grey haired professor laughed a bit.
"Oh yes, Vale gets plenty of imports, and exports quite a lot too. Vale's most valuable recourse is it's geography though. So we see a lot of people wanting to move here." Port explained, which piqued Nathan's curiosity.
"Really? Is the geography really that scenic?" Nathan asked and Port laughed a bit.
"Not it's scenery boy! It's safety! We're practically surrounded on all sides by mountains with the exception of the coast. Vale is perhaps one of the safest places to live, since the Grimm rarely come around Vale's area." Nathan nodded, although he only partially understood as he still was unfamiliar with the Grimm.
"Perhaps it would be better if he knew a bit more about the Grimm." Ozpin said politely to Port, who raised his eyebrow, before he suddenly realized what the headmaster meant.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot you weren't exactly from here are you? Well, while the Grimm's true nature is a mystery, there is a lot we do know." Port began, and Nathan paid his full attention to the professor, knowing he would need to know as much as possible while in this unfamiliar world. "Grimm are much more hostile and deadlier versions of normal animals." Nathan briefly had flashbacks to the radioactive wildlife of the commonwealth, but considering these people knew what 'normal animals' were, it was highly doubtful these Grimm were even remotely similar. "They are attracted and drawn in by negative emotions, meaning that negative emotions often have deadly reproductions. Thankfully Grimm are not invincible, and brave hunters and huntresses have been fighting these monsters for centuries." Nathan had gotten far more from that explanation that Port probably thought he did. Before any other words could be exchanged, another door in the room opened to reveal Oobleck with a large tray of various dishes, and separate plate for people to load their fill onto. It was all fixed like it was a family gathering rather than a gathering of coworkers.
"Ah! I see our newest guest has arrived, and I overheard Port discussing Grimm. Well there is much more to Grimm than that, as complicated as it might seem to someone not from remnant. Port is the resident professor of Grimm studies, however If you eve need or want to know more about remnant in general, I believe a good history lesson would benefit you greatly." Oobleck said very quickly, so quick, Nathan almost didn't catch most of what he said.
"I see." Nathan said slowly, a bit unsure of how to respond. "And would you be th-"
"Indeed! I am the history teacher! If you ever require my services or advice, do not be afraid to ask." Oobleck said quickly, but also in a polite manner, suggesting that he was indeed genuine, despite sounding like a raving lunatic. Ozpin began to fix his plate, as well as everyone else, while Nathan looked at the collected dishes, wondering what he should try first.
"Are you going to eat Nathan?" Ozpin asked respectfully, to which Nathan nodded. The sole survivor also began fixing his plate, recognizing many of the foodstuffs on the table. Between a roasted pork sirloin, black eyed peas, green beans, mashed potatoes, and warm croissants, Nathan was sure he had made it back to modern America. "I do hope you don't intent to eat with the gas mask on." Ozpin said with some amusement in his voice, and Nathan chuckled.
"Yea, I guess that could get in the way." Nathan said, before finishing his plate, and reaching up to the helmet straps. Once he unclasped them, he removed the helmet to reveal his face. Nathan was a rugged, but also handsome looking man with slick, jet black hair, and a short beard. "Nice to breath a bit better again." Nathan said, before he and the rest of the teachers dug into the food. In all honesty Nathan wasn't sure he had ever tasted food this good, at least not since he last visited the cabot house, where he often got fresh, somehow non-irradiated food. Nevertheless, it once again evoked a feeling of nostalgia in him, remembering when America wasn't a nuclear hell-scape.
"So Nathan, what have you thought of my proposal." Ozpin asked, with Glynda briefly eyeing both of them. Nathan stayed quite for a moment, allowing himself to soak in the still fresh scent of the food. He was silent for a few moments, before he responded.
"I agree." Nathan said, causing Glynda's eyes to narrow. "But I would ask for a few things, if you don't mind." Ozpin nodded, signaling him to go on. "I'll need some kind of workshop, somewhere big enough for me to work on hopefully finding a way home. Plus I'll need plenty of material. I don't need anything fancy really, just some steel and aluminum from a junkyard, plus some circuit boards I can work with. I'm good at improvising." Nathan said, making te teachers look at him oddly, before Ozpin chuckled.
"Well, If your able to craft quality weapons from junkyard materials, the I would say your certainly more than qualified to teach a shop class. As far as the workshop and everything goes, there is a small warehouse where we used to teach shop regularly. Its right next to the lockers, and should be plenty of space for you to work." Ozpin said, and Nathan nodded, a small smile on his face.
"And I do appreciate you allowing me to stay here Ozpin, not sure what I would do if I was just left to wander." Nathan said in thanks, and Ozpin nodded.
"Of course, and tomorrow we can begin your training, as well as discuss everything that is required of you as a professor at beacon." Ozpin explained plainly, and Nathan paused. "You may be wondering what kind of training I'm talking about...well, this is an academy for hunters and huntresses, we can't very well have a professor that is not one as well." Nathan gulped, as he could tell from the teachers expressions that they were going to enjoy 'training him'.
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Sorry! I know its been a long time, but I've been sicker than a dog, and I've only recently started on some antibiotics. I feel better, but not a hundred percent. The next chapter I do will be blades, and I'm going to try to make it extra long.
So the polling is threw! I won't be making a new story for a while it looks like, but once I'm threw with whatever story. (probably blades) Since it was in second place in terms of voting, I'll be making the Overlord X Avengers crossover. But like I said, it won't be coming out anytime soon. Anyways I think thats all for me for now, but I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and if I don't update again before Christmas...
Merry Christmas!