He heard knocking on his door. "One second." He checked his eyes. Good. My holograms kicked in this time. More knocking. "I'm not decent." He actually was presentable, but he didn't like many people knowing that he wears a nano-suit at all times to keep up his eye illusion. He heard Michael's voice on the other side.
"Dude. It's just me." Talon sighed, then walked into the living room.
"Alright. Come in. But if Glynda's with you, I will beat you." He heard Michael laugh. He also thought he heard a deep voice laughing quietly. He wasn't sure, though. The door opened, and Michael walked in. A few seconds later, a man in his mid-fifties walked in. Talon could've sworn that he knew this man from somewhere, but he couldn't place where. The man was large, and had gray hair and a thick gray mustache. He wore a double-breasted burgundy suit and what appeared to be olive colored cavalry boots. "Michael, I thought it was just you," Talon said flatly, still trying to place the man.
"My apologies, Mr. Teknos," the man said. "I am Peter Port, and I teach Grimm Studies." Talon's eyes widened the tiniest fraction.
Peter Port! That's why I know him!
"There is another man coming today to be interviewed, and Ozpin asked me to retrieve Mr. Frost to be the man's guide. I asked him to show me to your room because I wanted to meet you." Talon looked back at Michael.
"I was coming here anyway," Michael offered. Talon sighed, then reached his fist out towards Michael. Michael's fist met his, and the 2 boys smiled. "See you later, man."
After Michael left, Talon looked at Professor Port. "You said you're name is Peter Port?" Port nodded. "The same Peter Port who captured a Beowulf alive and brought it back to his village?" Port smiled.
"I see my reputation precedes me. Yes, that was me. A fine tale, if you're interested later." Talon smiled.
I can't believe that I'm meeting THE Peter Port! I'm actually in the presence of Peter Port! "Believe me, Professor, I know the story." Port looked surprised.
"I'm surprised that they heard about that in Atlas." Talon sat on his couch, then motioned Port to sit. Port smiled and sat in a chair next to the couch. "How did you find out about it?"
"I read it in a book. I like reading action stories, and so I ran across many legends about different Huntsmen and Huntresses. One of the legends I found was about you." Port looked baffled.
"They put that in a book?!" Talon nodded.
"You were one of my heroes growing up. What set your story apart from a lot of the stories I read was that yours actually happened." Port looked at him.
"I was one of your heroes?" Talon nodded. "That means a lot to me, Mr. Teknos. You know, you are one of my heroes. I heard about your fight with the 10 Ursai. I hear you took them down without taking more than a scratch." Talon grimaced.
"That's not entirely true. I killed 7 without getting hit, but the 8th one got me pretty good on my side." He indicated his right side. "Also, I only killed 8 of them. My assistant killed the last 2. If my assistant hadn't showed up when she had, I might have passed out before I made it back to the nearest town."
"Skilled AND humble. You are a true Huntsman." Port patted Talon's back. "I'm sure we both have more stories to tell than the one we each know. I have an idea, Mr. Teknos, why don't we regale each other with our three best stories. Why don't you go first?" Talon leaned back and stared up at the ceiling.
I could tell him that one… No. I've had more daring escapes. Maybe that one? No. Only interesting to me. Ooh! I know one. "Ok. I've got one. I was hired by the Atlas Military to capture an extremely dangerous criminal. The name escapes me right now, but he was dangerous." Port leaned forward a bit, listening. "It took me about 3 months to find him…"
"... and that's when I cleaved it in twain with my heavy axe!" Port slammed his hands down hard as though he were wielding his weapon. "And with that, the Nevermore was slain and the village was saved." Talon laughed. It had been 6 hours. They had taken a break after Talon's second story for food, then got right back into it. Port sat back down, and looked at Talon. "The moral of the story is don't ever underestimate a Huntsman who is defending something he loves." Talon agreed. Port looked at his new friend. He's only 18, and he's seen more action than many soldiers I could name. I thought he was impressive when I only knew one story, but these stories only make him seem more impressive. He is skilled and wise beyond his years. "I enjoyed this, Talon. I hope we get to speak more another time." Talon nodded.
"Of course, Peter. I'd be glad to." Port stood and stretched. Talon stood up and offered him his hand. Port shook it firmly.
"I look forward to your assistance as I teach. It's a shame you won't be teaching with me for long." Talon nodded.
"I agree. Anytime you feel like dropping by, my door is open." They smiled. "Now, I need to get clothes for teaching in." He looked down at his suit. "I can't exactly teach in this now can I?" Port laughed.
"I don't know. The females might like that." They shared a laugh. "All jokes aside, I think you should get a tux." Talon laughed again.
"Maybe. I don't know. Tuxedos are too formal." Port laughed.
"I think you'd look good in a tux. You should try it. Have a wonderful day, Talon." Talon led Port to the door. Port smiled as he left. He's a good man. Strong, intelligent, skilled, and humble.
Sorry for the short chapter, guys. I was afraid of it being too long. I hope you guys enjoyed this. I need help with Chapter 6, as I put in the Update I posted earlier today, so if you guys want me to focus the next chapter on a specific character (one that has already been mentioned in the fanfiction), let me know.
Hope you enjoyed- VaanRat