Max cradled his right hand, cringing after shaking hands with Peter Port. "Terribly sorry, lad," Peter said, rubbing the back of his head. "Your lack of aura temporarily slipped my mind..."

Max waved the comment off with his left hand. "Eh, it'll probably be good in about an hour. I think. Hurts like hell, but it'll be a good test for mine and Atin's circumstances," was the fat man's reply. "Anyways, as was already established, I'm one of two on-call Teaching Assistants. Name is Max Force. Obviously, you can just call me Max."

"Noted, Max. However, during class, I would prefer that you address me as Professor Port and in return, I shall refer to you as Mr. Force."

"Understood, sir."

"Now then, we have about an hour or so. The subject I teach is Grimm Studies and the class' title is quite self-explanatory. You'll be assisting in the usual things. Handing out assignments, assisting in grading said assignments, keeping an eye on the interactive curriculum, and keeping an eye on the class during lectures, while occasionally participating in the lecture itself. Simple enough, yes?" Port had moved to the desk, shuffling around papers on top of it.

"Uh, yeah, sounds simple enough, but one thing caught my attention." Max's eyes looked over to the cage in the corner. "Well, two, actually. One is that cage over there. The second is the third item on that list. Interactive curriculum?"

"Well, this is Grimm Studies. There will be occasions where a Grimm will be needed for a lecture or demonstration. The cage is one of several I use when such an occasion is called for. Today is such a day, as well, so you will be expected to keep an eye on the cage as well today, while keeping an eye on the students."

"Uh huh. Right. That sounds interesting. What kind of behavior should I be stopping in the classroom?" Max made sure to step to the side of Peter opposite the cage. His mind recalled the episode in which he was fairly certain he now found himself, but he wasn't risking the off chance of the Boarbatusk escaping and tearing into him. "Just make sure they aren't disruptive or loud? Or will I need to call them out if they aren't paying attention?"

"No, no, there will be no need to force their focus back to the task at hand just yet. I'm quite used to students being inattentive during the first few lectures with each batch of first-years. Just make sure they aren't disruptive." Peter stood up straight, holding out a small textbook to Max, looking up slightly to look him in the eye. "I suggest you start reading this at your earliest convenience. It's a good primer on what we know of Grimm so far. It wouldn't do for a Teaching Assistant to not have at least the cursory knowledge in this class."

Max accepted the textbook, walking towards a chair that had apparently brought in for him. "I'll just get started on this, then, seeing as we still have some time to kill."

One hour later, Max's right hand was indeed as good as new and minutes after, the classroom door was opened. As students filed in, there were a number of confused glances towards his general direction. Once it appeared all students were present, Peter gave a cough, catching Max's attention, who stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. "Good morning, students, and welcome to Grimm Studies!" the portly man started, now addressing the class. "Before we begin today, I felt it prudent we have a quick introduction for one of two Teaching Assistants we have hired for the year. Mr. Force, if you would?"

"G'morning. My name is Max Force, you can call me Max, Force, Mr. Max, Mr. Force, whatever, so long as it isn't insulting. I look forward to working with you kids. Try to stay awake," Max introduced himself, slowly ambling back towards his chair and taking a seat once more beside the desk.

Peter gave a nod, clearing his throat. "Monsters! Demons…" Peter began his lines from the show, the exact same as Max remembered them.

Keeping an ear on Peter's lesson, Max's eyes swept over the room, noting that a number of students were already looking drowsy in just a few minutes. As Peter's story droned on, Max made some notes about the events and useful tidbits in there. Halfway through the class, he noticed Team RWBY, specifically young Ruby Rose, doodling. Remembering what would occur very shortly, he grabbed the textbook Peter had given him, slowly raising it above the desk.

"With the beast in my sights, I took the shot!" Peter suddenly exclaimed, a slight pause for effect in place.

'Perfect timing,' Max thought to himself, slamming the textbook down as hard as he could onto the desk. A sharp CRACK jolted some kids back to the waking world, while the rest looked at the TA. Peter himself turned to look at Max, an eyebrow raised. "Ah, sorry, sorry," Max said with a light chuckle. "I just figured a bit of immersion would help with the story, maybe wake up some of our more nap-inclined students. Help focus wandering minds and avert possible disturbances." With that last bit, Max made a not so subtle nod in Ruby's direction.

While Ruby sheepishly put her pencil and paper down, Peter rubbed at his chin before giving a nod, resuming his story without missing a beat, continuing, "As I was saying, after taking the shot, the beast retreated further into the woods." The story continued for another ten or so minutes, Peter wrapping it all up with a question that Max knew wasn't in the show. "Now, some of you may be asking what the moral of this story could possibly be. Mr. Force, perhaps you'd like to take a crack at it?"

Max stood up, walking over to Peter's side. "Is the moral something other than you being terrifyingly strong?" he asked with a smile, Peter chuckling, but he shook his head. "Man, tough crowd," Max noted of the students, rubbing the back of his neck. "Little humor won't kill you. Anyways, seeing that some of you rolled your eyes at the end of the story, and yes, I did catch that, there does appear to be some confusion at the fact that there was a point to Professor Port's story." Max looked around the classroom. "Would anyone else like to take a guess before I explain it?" A hand raised slowly, Max looking towards its owner. "Yes, Ms. Belladonna?"

"That a huntsman or huntress must be dependable," was the amber-eyed student's answer. "The general populace depend on hunters for protection. They need to know that they can trust us to do our jobs."

"That's certainly one part of it, yes. Dependability is extremely important as a trait. Do keep in mind that being dependable is just as important among yourselves, however, and not just for the image the general public has of hunters." Max nodded in approval, scanning the room once more. "How about another volunteer?" When no one else raised their hand, Max sighed, shaking his head. "Alright, guess I'll actually have to do my job proper now. There were a handful of traits that a hunter should have. A hunter should be honorable, strategic, well-educated, and wise, on top of being dependable." There were a number of confused faces at this. Max nodded to another raised hand. "Ms. Nikhos, you have a question?"

"Mr. Force, while I do understand the dependability and could perhaps see the strategic trait in the story, where do you get the other traits from?" Pyrrha asked, lowering her hand.

"Let's first look at the well-educated trait, then. Now, when you hear well-educated, you likely think of academics, yes?" Nods from around the classroom. "Well, when I hear well-educated, I hear just that. Well-educated. Perhaps that education involves booksmarts, perhaps it involves streetsmarts. To me, someone who is well-educated is someone who has experience, in one thing or another. Wisdom is what allows one to use that experience effectively. You could even argue that being wise may lead to being strategic." Max took a glance at Peter, who had stayed silent throughout this time, simply observing Max. When no effort was made to stop him, Max continued. "It is with his education that Professor Port devised a plan to capture the Beowulf. His strategy was, in itself, a showing of his wisdom, his ability to use his experiences and knowledge to his advantage." Some of the students had a look of understanding by this point, realization dawning around the room. "As for the honorable bit, well...Professor Port owned up to his mistake. He left the village's entry gate open, which allowed the Beowulf to get in. Rather than hiding this fact or simply ignoring it in the hopes no one would even consider investigating it, he immediately stepped forward, admitting to his involvement in the issue and volunteered to fix it as penance."

"Well spoken, Mr. Force," Peter finally spoke. "Now, there is one last bit to today's lesson. Mr. Force, if you'd be so kind as to pick a student to assist us in a demonstration?" Peter gave a subtle gesture of his head towards the cage.

"Right, just one question. Are firearms allowed in the classroom setting?"

"Only if it is small caliber."

"Thank you for the clarification." Max looked at the students, trying to make a decision. 'I could always let Weiss do it, seeing as this is supposed to be a big turning point in the relationship between her and Ruby...or I could see how much I can fuck with the timeline!' Max made his choice. "Mr. Lie Ren, would you mind?" Just a few minutes later, Max and Peter stood to either side of the cage, while Ren stood across from it, holding his weapons ready.

"Now, let the match, begin!" And with that, Peter cut the lock off the cage with his axe, the door falling forward to reveal the very same Boarbatusk Max and Atin had seen over Peter's shoulder just the night before.

As the Grimm charged at Lie Ren, Max thought to himself, 'I wonder how Atin's doing right now.'

Atin wandered through the halls of Beacon, confused as hell. "I'm gonna be late at this rate. This isn't gonna be a good first impression for me. Where the hell is this classroom?" he wondered aloud. He wandered around some more, growing more irate and worried with the passing time. His Scroll began vibrating, the alarm he had set for fifteen minutes before class going off. Pulling the Scroll from his pocket he shut off the alarm, feeling that he had forgotten something important. "I have map. On the Scroll. Stupid, stupid, stupid." He continued berating himself, while pulling up the map of the school. After a brief moment of confusion, he managed to read the small font, resolving to find a way to make it larger. After he got through the first class with Oobleck. He started running through the halls, not wanting to be late on the first day.

'Aw crap, only a couple of minutes before class starts. Hope no-one showed up early to class,' he thought to himself, trying to control his breathing as he headed into the classroom

"Excuse me, professor? I'm one of the new TA's they hired this year. If you'll point me to master sheets and the copy room, I'll get started, since I assume you don't have any papers that need grading yet." Atin said as he entered the room. As he looked around the room, he saw that it looked, unsurprisingly, just like the show. It looked more like Oobleck's personal storage room that he coincidentally taught class in.

A familiar rapid fire voice emerged from behind of the stacks of paper "Young man, what on Remnant are you talking about? I have already finished making copies of all the assignments for the coming year!" Oobleck's voice came from somewhere ahead of Atin, or at least he thought it did.

"Already finished for the year? Guess I shouldn't really be surprised, this is Oobleck i'm talking to." Atin said to himself under his breath. "Then I'm just going to grade the papers for the rest of the year, sir?"

"Of course not! I can get my grading much faster than you can!" said Oobleck's voice, now sounding like it was coming from behind Atin.

"Well if I'm not making copies or grading, then what am I supposed do?" 'Where the hell is he? This is getting ridiculous!' Atin was maintaining a respectful demeanor, but only just, as he grew more and more upset, both with not being able to seethe man, and being out of breath from his run to get there on time.

He heard the sound of the door opening behind him, and a familiar voice called out "Professor, my name is Weiss Schnee, I wanted to come early and introduce my-, who are you?" Weiss asked, staring at Atin.

"I'm Atin, nice to meet you Miss Schnee." Atin extended his hand, fully expecting the ice queen of Beacon to ignore it.

"I didn't think another student would have the same idea as me, to come early and meet the Professor. Why aren't you wearing the uniform? For that matter, how did someone so clearly out shape get into Beacon in the first place?" Weiss glared at him, ignoring the outstretched hand, and the connotation of friendship that went with it.

"There is a very simple answer to alllll those questions. I. Am. Not. A. Student." Atin paused on the last few words, to make the emphasis very clear.

"I am, for your information, one of the Teacher Assistants. We do the things teachers don't have time for, like grading papers," Atin said, because while he knew that Oobleck wasn't going to have him grade anything, Weiss certainly didn't.

Weiss's face became an interesting shade of crimson, as she began to stammer out a series of incomplete sentences "OH! I'm, that is to say, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry Sir! I just had no idea that someone like you-"

"Someone like me? Whatever do you mean by that Miss Schnee? Do you have any further comments about my appearance? Or maybe you'd like to insult my fitness again? How about a four eyes joke? I haven't heard one of those in a while," Atin interrupted her, enjoying making her suffer a little.

"Mister Atin, I told you that I would be doing all the grading this year, and I was about to explain that I simply have very little use for you," Oobleck interjected, seeming to appear from nowhere in a blur, at the front of the room.

"So he isn't going to be grading our papers? Then why you did you tell me that you were! Are you even a TA?" Weiss angrily rounded on Atin, her eyes filled with anger.

"You should have seen the look on your face! You went from judgy to brown nose so fast, i was afraid you were going to give yourself whiplash! Ahhhhhh, I needed a good laugh. But I assure you, I am in fact a TA. I did it to teach a lesson. As to what that lesson was, well I'll leave that up to you." Atin smirked to himself, feeling at least for a few moments, like his old self and that everything was normal.

"Miss Schnee, please take your seat, class is about to begin. I would appreciate it if you did not insult members of the Faculty, no matter your personal opinion of them." Oobleck once again zipped to the front of the room, greeting the students as they entered.

"Mister Atin, if you would please hand out the syllabi to the students!" Oobleck said loudly from the front of the room.

Hours later, Max and Atin were sitting in their common room, chatting. "Not so bad of a first day," Max was saying. "Port's lessons aren't that bad, surprisingly. There's some really useful info hidden in those stories of his."

"I was a gopher. I handed out papers. I'm pretty sure I could train a monkey to do that job for me. Is that racist in this world? I hope not," Atin said, finding himself strangely hoping for actual work to do, at least so he wasn't bored out of his mind. As he was contemplating whether he wanted to deal with "racist things to say to Faunus" in his search history, his scroll vibrated.

"Hey Max, it looks like we have our first actual job as TA's. You probably aren't gonna like this much."

Max opened his own scroll, replying, "Can't be that bad." After reading the message, however, his mind was quickly changed. "Oh...well, this would be the point where I make a bad joke about walking out the window. Shame I'd just come back."

"We can't do this. Neither of us is in anyway qualified to do! This is a terrible idea!" Atin said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Atin, why in the fuck does he mention us being 'All-Knowing Oracles' as a reason for this decision? We never told him we were anything like that! Did you tell him that when I wasn't looking? Why would you do that?!"

"Because ya know what? 'All-Knowing Oracle' seemed like a less crazy explanation than 'We just kinda wound up here from another dimension and we have zero idea how'. That's why! At least this way they might listen to us!"

Max opened his mouth, closed it, looked down, and finally nodded. "Alright, that's a fair point. Might have just gotten us a much bigger role than I would have been comfortable with, but still a fair point."

"Okay, I mean, what's the worst that can happen? I mean, if you ignore our complete lack of qualifications for teaching, teambuilding, and group problem solving."

"...I'll just go make some cookies...those might help…"