Wednesday, 7:30a.m. The alarm clock was shrieking its terrible call through the room Prof. Ozpin had designated to be my new quarters. Plainly spoken, the staff quarters were exactly like the dormitory, with the perk of having a room for yourself instead of sharing it with your team. However, I was still used to being secluded in a whole house, surrounded by a calm forest, which actually helped me stay that way. However, I was annoyingly angry at the alarm clock, the room, the whole situation the madman of a Headmaster had gotten me into.

"Shut up, already!" I yelled at the device in vain, threw my pillow at it, and missed. I rushed out of bed, and punched the alarm clock into submission. Then I kneeled in the middle of the room, sitting on my heels, placing my hands on the inner sides of my thighs, forming circles with thumbs and pointers, and closing my eyes. That was the way we, now I used to meditate in the morning. It was the way I turned from an angry, bitchy manner to be calm and assertive, which were the requirements for earning trust and respect by subordinates, or students in that particular case. While breathing in a guided manner, I focused my thoughts on the past day, and what had occurred.

I had been avoiding any contact since I had moved here the past weekend. However, Ruby Rose managed to run into me sometimes, and we just talked. She had been accepted to Beacon two years early for showing courage and skill alike during a robbery on 'From Dust 'til Dawn', performed by Roman Torchwick. The Headmaster himself had done that favor to Ruby, and had assigned her as leader of team RWBY after initiation. Seeing things as they were then, I could not tell what the Headmaster's mastermind of insanity had planned for the girls, but there was something going on in the background, I was sure of it.

I rose after my ten minute meditation, undressed, and took a shower. After leaving the bathroom, I had to get some clothes out of my travel bag. Haven't even bothered unpacking your stuff, yet, hm? I thought to myself. As I rummaged through my belongings, I found an old photograph of- "What are you doing here?" I asked the young man portrayed, as if I expected an answer of Silver. I had put his photo in some drawer after leaving Vale and Beacon behind, since every time I saw his red, unkempt beard, the stupid, brash grin on his face, the one tooth he was missing, because I punched it out, or the Fedora on his head, which was actually mine now… I wept. And as it happened, tears were dropping on the frame and glass.

"I don't even blame you," I told Silver, and placed his picture on the shelf gently, before rummaging through the bag again. I was not even looking for clothes at this point, but for the black band that belonged onto the upper right corner of the frame. "You know, the madman knows how to push buttons of mine you didn't even dare get close to," I added jestingly. Luckily, it did not take long to find the band and place it, where it belonged, before actually dressing up in some sort of tutor uniform I came up with back in the woods: A simple, white blouse, the trousers of my suit, which was gray, black leather shoes, and my Fedora. – I went nowhere without this thing since it became mine.

When I was dressed up and ready to go, I met Prof. Port in the hallway. Although I have had my morning meditation some anger boiled deep inside me, but the man did not seem to notice.

"Ah, good morning, Ms. Grey," he greeted in his typical, slightly over energetic tone, "I hear you will hold your first class today. Allow me to wish you luck." As he slightly bounced during his sentence, and the walrus like mustache wobbled about, I could not help but laugh slightly, but quietly. And he either did not care, or simply missed it.

"Good morning, Sir," I answered politely, "and thank you."

"I do believe you will do well with the students, Ms. Grey," he then remarked, "especially with the first year." I had to agree on that, and made my way to the cafeteria, after I ended the exchange of pleasantries with wished of a nice day to him. I headed for the cafeteria in order to get some breakfast, and although the staff had their own area inside the dining hall, I decided to take a seat in the larger students' section. I looked around, watched them and their behavior, and took notes in my head, especially of the newest batch of students. Teams RWBY and JNPR sat as one group, while others joined only their partners, and some even ate alone. A heated discussion broke out between the eight youngsters. It was about improper manners, as far as I could hear. "Oh, this is going to be fun," I thought out loud, and leaned a bit forward in order to watch more closely.

Admittedly, I started to get a bit nervous as the day went on. Instead of letting me assist already established professors and tutors with their lectures, the mad Headmaster threw me in the deep end, as some sort of trial by fire, I supposed. And of all things, combat class was to be my first lecture to the first year students.

So there I was inside the training hall, fully geared up, in case a duel escalated too far, waiting for the students. I used the time to study the records of the past duels, and found a few interesting things.

The brutish Cardin Winchester – the one I chose as my opponent for the evaluation the week before – preferred to attack his opponents head on. Always. No exceptions. He fought with brute force, and overpowered every opponent who chose to go head on as well.

Blake Belladonna on the other hand fought very avoidant, always aiming to catch her opponents off guard. To that end, she used her blades swiftly and efficiently. "I wonder where you learned that," I thought out loud, as I went on.

Yang Xiao Long behaved similar to Mr. Winchester, but was more agile and flexible. She fought a bit risky, but was capable to hold up a solid defense for a while. She tended to boast around a lot, especially in her last duel.

Ruby Rose was fast. Plain and simple. In addition to that, her fighting style seemed to be very risky, leaving her wide open many times, and on purpose, only to use her speed and agility, along with her fitting semblance, to close those gaps. Her last duel against Blake was fast paced because of both combatants using agility, movement, and momentum over physical strength – although Ruby had a lot of it, because of the sheer size of her weapon. Her injury seemed to have taken a negative influence on her agility, though, and underestimating that effect, the red caped girl had lost to her team mate.

While I could not find any flaw in Pyrrha Nikos' form or performances, the progress of her partner Jaune Arc made me curious. As time had went by, he became better in general, but he appeared to be still finding his style. I found that especially odd when I noticed some similarities between his movements, and those of Pyrrha. Note to self: Decide how you address the students: By first or by last name. I thought on a side note. However, this oddity gave me an idea I wanted to try in that very first session of combat class, so I stopped watching those footages, and started preparing the stage with mannequins and targets.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I heard none other than Weiss speak up behind me. As I turned around, I saw she was the first inside the training hall.

"Yes, Weiss?" First names it is, then. I answered politely in tone, but a bit out of breath – those mannequins were heavy.

"What are those for?" she asked, obviously inquiring the purpose of the presence of training mannequins and targets, not the purpose of these items themselves.

"Patience, Weiss. You'll see shortly." That said, I simply continued my preparations just in time before the rest of the students arrived. I could hear them mutter amongst themselves, while I waited for them to settle down.

"Good morning, students," I finally greeted them a bit louder than I had initially intended to. However, my voice still had its somewhat natural authority – or that seemed to be the case, at least – as they quieted down immediately. "My name is Erydias Grey," I then introduced myself, in case some of them had not gotten the news already, "and I am your Tutor in regards of combat, physical, and mental training, as well as field training assignments. As such, I am going to replace Professor Goodwitch in these regards." I noticed some happy faces among the students, but chose to spare them witty or quirky comments.

"Does anyone have an idea what's up with that?" I asked, and pointed behind me over my shoulder, where my army of mannequins was. Not a single hand was raised, though. "Come on, don't be shy. Just give me your best shot," I added with a smirk, as I looked around a group of still confused students. Eventually Jaune put up his hand, and since he was the only one so far, I had to pick him. Please don't just say- "Uhm, training?" –gods damn it. I thought, and wanted to bang my head against the closest wall. At least his answer in itself was correct. He earned the laughter of Cardin in the back, and those who I had learned were his team mates.

"What are you geniuses laughing at?" I snapped at them. "His answer is correct. However," I changed my tone to be more friendly and polite as I addressed the blonde swordsman, "it's quite obvious that that was not, what I was getting at. And while we're at it: 'Uhm' is a bad start for a sentence." While I said that, a few other hands were raised. I chose Blake next, but instead of letting her answer my question, I decided to use her and Yang in order to show where I was going – I asked them to join me in front of the class.

"Ready your arms," I ordered them, and they obeyed hesitantly, looking at each other somewhat irritated. It turned out that those two were a suboptimal example for my intentions, since Yang would hardly lose her bracelet weapons. I took a brief moment to come up with a plausible scenario.

"Now we need a bit of imagination," I started to explain what the whole thing was about, "Let's say Blake has been incapacitated, and can't defend herself any more. Yang on the other hand is fine so far, but her weapons simply malfunction. So our fellow Huntress in training would have to defend her partner with her bare hands," I added a little pause for dramatic effect, as I turned to Blake, and reached out for her two swords. "Or, she could use these." Luckily the black haired girl got the hint, and let me show her armaments to the class. I could almost see the first metaphorical light bulbs switch on, while the cogs in other heads seemed to be turning, at least.

"Long story short, I want each pair of partners to exchange their weapons, and teach the other how to use them properly. To start things easily, you may use our plastic friends on the stage here, or the targets, as the need occurs. Any questions?"

Of course there were no questions asked, although I could clearly see that no one had been expecting what I did. I simply watched, as the students started to exchange the various functionalities and modes of their weapons with their respective partners, and took note of what kind of weaponry was actually available. Had I not seen Nora's grenade launcher, hammer combination before, I would have been surprised by that nonsense. On the other hand, Robin had used a light machine gun he could turn into an RPG, of all things. The students scattered across the hall, some already putting their partner's weapon to use. I could not help but snicker quietly as Weiss took Ruby's weapon, which was in its rifle form, and handled it so carefully it was almost not funny anymore. She took aim, looked at the red machinery again, and looked at Ruby as she explained the functionality. When she eventually fired a shot, it startled her so much that she almost dropped the weapon. I walked around between the pairs, making sure weapon discipline was followed at all times, while using some opportunities to learn a bit about my charges.

While most of them took the opportunity of using their partners' weapons more or less seriously, there were some individuals who saw an opportunity to be lazy. I let that slide for the first half that session, for phase two of my devious plan was about to unfold on these guys, known as team CRDL. Oh, this is going to be fun. I quietly snickered to myself as I watched Dove Bronzewing and Cardin Winchester struggle to actually hit each other with the weapons their partners used to use. I had left the mannequins and targets where they were, thus adding a few obstacles to the fighting stage. At least Dove seemed to be clever enough to try and utilize them, before he eventually tipped the duel in his favor, and won. Although I thought a punishment for not paying attention was in order, I decided to ditch one that time, since I have already had my fun by embarrassing them in front of their fellow students; one half of the team more than the other.

The session was over more quickly than I had anticipated, much to my relief. I dismissed the class, informing the students of an upcoming field trip to Forever Fall for some actual hunting exercises, which was going to take place in the near future. I watched them leave the training hall for a brief moment, before I started to tidy the place. However, one student simply did not leave the training hall. It was Weiss.

"Miss Grey?" she eventually asked, as I put the mannequins where they belonged.

"Weiss, why are you still here? Slept during the dismissal?" I asked jokingly, and received an insecure look in return.

"The Headmaster asked me to give you that," she replied after hesitating for a bit, and pulled a woolen mask out of her pouch.

"Oh, that thing…" I remarked. "I've heard of your encounter with those Emerald Ghosts last week. Why does he want me to get involved?"

"We," Weiss was looking for words, and appeared to be focusing a lot on not getting lost in thought. "We think the Emerald Ghosts are your old team, or rather squad mates, and that this mask is some sort of message to you," the girl then explained. I took the mask and inspected it briefly. There was nothing out of the ordinary with the item. Somebody would have found something, which had been sown in. The stylized castle – visible, when holding the mask upside down – reminded me of something, and I started to smirk.

"You did figure out the caste, didn't you?" I asked Weiss, who nodded in return. "Good. It's an inside joke of sorts, meaning a certain bar we tended to hang out at during our time at Beacon. I'm afraid I've forgotten the actual name, but we called it the castle, because there was that medieval theme going on at the place."

"And Professor Ozpin knows about that?" Weiss asked. "I mean, they couldn't possibly have known that you would return here, or that he knew where you were, or how to get into contact with you."

"An error in their logic, maybe…" I assumed, "The Headmaster used to know about the place, but that was more than seven years ago. They probably think he still knows, but it simply had slipped his mind over the years."

I received no answer whatsoever. Her gaze appeared to be somewhat empty, and her mind to be somewhere else, while she was staring at one of the mannequins behind me. I could tell she was daydreaming in the middle of a conversation. While I had been observing the first year students, I noticed that Weiss tended to daydream quite often. I was not sure whether something was keeping the girl's mind busy, or if she was distracting herself. Ruby had given me that idea on one occasion, when I had asked her about the daydreaming of her partner.

"Weiss!" I yelled at her, dragging her back to the present, while startling her in the process.

"Oh… I-I'm sorry," she answered, obviously embarrassed. But then she became agitated. While she did not say a word, I could clearly read it in her body language: An aggressive posture, clenched fists, and a whisper I could not make out. She was berating herself again, most likely, just as she had done back when we first met. I approached the girl.

"What was that about?" I asked, not knowing the intimacy of the question in that moment.

"It's nothing…" she immediately snapped.

"Nothing was quite distractive," I remarked, and I could not help but smirk. That resulted in a defensive outburst.

"I'm a potential danger to my team, I know; especially with my thoughts being everywhere, but the present!" she yelled at me – no, herself. But as sudden as that outburst came, Weiss regained her composure, by force.

"I've got to go," she then said after a short cough, and turned around.

"Wait, Weiss," I said, and placed my left hand on her left shoulder, "How do you feel?"

"Err, excuse me?" she asked in return. Weiss turned around to face me again, and looked at me curiously.

"Don't think, answer the question," I said calmly, and smiled. Silver…

"C-confused?" she appeared to guess. I rolled my eyes to that.

"I said answer, not guess…" I explained once more. I hate you so much right now…

"Confused," she replied, a bit more secure.

"How do you want to feel?" I placed my hands on her shoulders again, and locked eyes with her. I'm not seriously doing this…

"Err…"

"Weiss…" I groaned a bit. Being patient is a trait I had learned over the years, but I still hated repeating myself.

"I have to feel focused."

"That was not the question, Weiss." While my statement was true, her answer gave me a hunch of what was causing her confusion, although the trigger behind that external influence had yet to be revealed.

"I-I don't know…" she stuttered, blushed and tried to break free. However, I did not let her go, yet. She repeated her sentence with tears in her eyes. At first I thought she was scared, but it turned out that she was very insecure in that moment, and somewhat desperate.

"There we have it," I whispered gently. Her insecurity and confusion were clearly visible now. Part one, tearing down the façade, was done, and I had to follow through with part two. "Let me show you something."

I led her onto the stage, and knelt down again – sitting on my heels, forming circles with thumbs and pointers, and placing my hands on the inner sides of my thighs. As I looked up to her, she just stood there. It's literally just like you taught me back then, Silver… I thought, and nodded at her. "Join me."

It took her about a minute to realize what I wanted her to do, and she followed suit after she got the message. She looked at me, questioning this whole thing – what I had done when I had been in her position.

"Now: Close your eyes, and listen," I said, and she immediately did it. "You are the master of your state of mind," I started to recite Silver, whose voice I could hear inside my own head. "You are always in control of your emotions. Do you understand?"

It was a curious sight to see Weiss meditating like I used to do it, and Silver before me. That was the moment the procedures started to differ, though, for she simply nodded. I had punched him in the face for what I had thought to be nonsense.

"Good," I said, "Now let's play the questioning game again." I stood up, and started to walk around her. "You claim to be a potential danger to your team. Why?"

"Because I drift away in thoughts," she answered, and stayed in the meditation position.

"Is this in itself a bad thing?" I inquired. Although that scene must have looked like an interrogation of sorts, the whole thing had the mere intention to get Weiss back on track.

"It depends on when and where it occurs, I think," she immediately responded. "During an encounter, though, it can and will be-"

"Hold it right there, Weiss," I interrupted her, "What triggers these… Let's call them daydreams?"

"They…" she started, but seemed to get stuck in her thoughts again. However, that was exactly, what the exercise was about: Reflecting on events past, may they be recent or distant in time. "They just happen," Weiss answered eventually. That made things difficult. I had hoped to find a trigger, or at least a pattern in these daydreams, or drifts, as she called them. "Focus…" she growled to herself.

"No, no, no," I intervened, and knelt in front of Weiss, "let your thoughts fly… That's what the exercise is for." And again, his words exactly. I started to feel a bit agitated by the whole thing, but focused on Weiss for the time being.

"So," she stuttered, "I can… You mean…"

"Reflect on experiences you had," I explained, "Let us take your current trail of thought, and follow it to the end."

Weiss accepted my suggestion, straightened herself, and started mumbling her thoughts right away. I did not know what exactly I was looking for on that trail we were following, but I soon learned that it was a fond memory of Weiss'. It was about something similar to a sleepover, involving teams RWBY and JNPR, and playing the all time classic spin the bottle. Weiss, however, did not play along, because she deemed it a children's game – which it kind of is, admittedly – aside from feeling uncomfortable in the situation itself. They were in a room barely fitted for four people with twice the amount. In retrospective, Weiss regretted not the decision to pass, but the way she had informed Jaune about it, insulting the blonde in the process.

"He probably wanted to hear me say something obscene," she finished in a scolding manner, and opened her eyes again. I still knelt in front of her, and processed the information.

"And do you still treat him like that?" I asked.

"Of course not," Weiss protested. "I have bettered myself, they say."

"Is their opinion really that important to you?"

"Well, it matters to me, yes," she answered, and became insecure again. I had a feeling I was getting to something there, so I pushed the matter.

"I wonder, what's about your own? Mind telling me?" I inquired.

"I… My own what, exactly?" she asked politely. It appeared I lost her there.

"Your own opinion," I answered, and sat down. My arthrosis just HAD to make itself felt in that moment, which made me grimace, and even groan with pain.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" she asked concerned, and while I appreciated it, we had to stay focused.

"Just my bones, nothing to worry about," I answered, while grabbing my bottle of painkillers. Weiss just nodded, and mumbled something about her opinion about herself. At least you stayed on track…

"I… Think of myself as…" she started hesitantly, although not stuttering, and stumbling over her own words. However, she did not finish her sentence, at least not in a spoken form. I gave her another five minutes to eventually say out loud what Weiss was thinking, but she did not, although it seemed to agitate her.

"All in good time, Weiss," I reassured the girl in an attempt to calm her down a bit, "I took months before the meditation had a positive effect on me. Don't force anything."

"I have a few questions about this exercise," she said quietly.

"Ask away, Weiss," I replied.

"Do I have to sit like this?" I asked the same thing first, back when Silver had taught me the exercise. I smiled and shook my head.

"It's not necessary, but I recommend the use of a dedicated pose for the meditation; especially for starters," I explained after Silver's teachings, and winked at Weiss. I laughed internally, because during this little teaching session I used his exact words from back when he had taught me the exercise I was passing on to Weiss. However, I did not just parrot him. I simply lacked any better wording for what it all was about. But during the session, a tension had built up inside me; I could feel it.

"Okay…" Weiss nodded, before asking the next question. "When do I perform the exercise?"

I raised my right eyebrow to that. "You don't 'perform' the exercise. Just do it. Whenever, wherever, however you see fit," I explained, and poked her forehead. "A regular schedule, at random times, that's completely up to you. Oh, and by the way: The place is named 'Coragon's'." It appeared I have answered Weiss' remaining questions in advance, including the one she most likely was not about to ask. While I did that, though, the tension inside started to rise, to close in on the surface. I grit my teeth, while she left with a polite thanks, and ran off after her friends I assumed. It was just after she shut the door behind herself, when I lost it, although I tried my hardest to keep the rage in check.

"You fucking bastard!" I yelled across the empty training hall, kicking the closest mannequin around. "You even dare teach me lessons from beyond the grave?! Why did you have to catch up?! WHY?!" As I was raging around on the stage, my screams of non-physical agony – even the hip joint stopped bothering me – echoed through the hall, and could be heard outside as well, most likely. I did not care at the time, because the emotions needed to get out in some way, and just letting myself rage for a while seemed the best way to do so. The memories of Silver kept getting into my head; no, they had always been in there, hidden away in the darkest corner of forgetting my mind could offer. But then, during a social encounter that did not last longer than a couple of minutes, they all reemerged to the surface. And they hurt me, each and every last one of them. Before long the only sound I was able to utter was weeping, sobbing, and the occasional curse directed at him, even though he was not at fault for what I was going through at the moment. After I was able to get it out of my system, I tidied the training hall, and went to the cafeteria for dinner.

There, I found Cardin Winchester and his team, harassing, almost molesting a brown haired Bunny Faunus. She probably had been sitting by herself, and thus unintentionally made herself a target to the young men, who I happened to have embarrassed earlier. However, their excuse did not matter, as I closed in behind Cardin, and waited a bit. I needed to make sure, I did not misinterpret the situation. Dove saw me, and already backed off, hands raised in defense. It appeared Cardin was the only one actually doing something, ranging from insults to actual physical assaults in the form of pulled ears, and other not permitted touches. That action was the trigger for me to rage once more, controlled that time. I stepped forward, around the table left of Cardin, grabbed it, and smashed the furniture at him. Surprised by the sudden attack, he stumbled, and sat down rather uncomfortably.

"What the-" he started, but I was the one to talk.

"That is, what you call a Rage flip, boy," I yelled at him, audible throughout the whole building. As I raised my voice, his companions had fled the scene already. It was a bit hard to keep the insults I had for him inside my mind. He looked at me, back at her, and then at me again.

"That thing is-" he actually started to 'defend' himself, but that was the last straw.

"That 'thing' is a she, a person, and a fellow Huntress!" I yelled at him. "And if I EVER catch you doing that shit again, I swear I'll rage flip you off the fucking tower!" I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and pulled him back up to his feet. He was startled, just as I had anticipated – maybe even scared. People like him tended to be as soon as someone stood up to them. I gave him a brief moment to process, before continuing: "Racists, such as you, do not have a place here." I pulled him closer to me, and stared into his eyes, while literally growling at him. "I will not tolerate racism in any way, so you better watch yourself from now on. Did I make myself clear?" And I did not even wait for him to answer. I just pushed him aside, making him stumble into another, luckily unoccupied table.

Although Cardin nodded after tumbling back up to his feet, I hardly thought he got the message. I stared him down for a moment, before I turned my attention to the Faunus girl, who already was surrounded by more friendly fellow students, including Weiss and Blake. "See that?" I asked the young Atlesian man, and pointed at the two students comforting poor Velvet. "You will follow their example, or I will make you one," I growled at him again, "And now get out of my sight." At least he understood the order immediately and left the cafeteria, before I lost my temper again. Since the Faunus named Velvet was already in good care, I intended to leave for my room. However, I then realized none other than Prof. Goodwitch had witnessed the whole thing, and was waiting for me at the exit.

"Miss Grey, I am shocked," she greeted me.

"I had to step in," I explained half-heartedly.

"That is not even the reason, why," she replied, "but the way you treated Mister Winchester was uncalled for."

"I wouldn't say that, professor," I said in an almost calm tone, "You know as good as I do that the best way of making racists rethink their opinion is giving them a taste of their own medicine, as the saying goes."

"Threatening a student is no trivial offense, tutor," she then remarked. I was glad that it took me just a couple seconds to realize that I was on the losing end of that argument with Prof. Goodwitch. There was a time when that took a few days.

"You're right, ma'am," I replied, "I'll see to it that it won't happen again."

"In the way you did it last time, I take it," she then rightfully assumed, for I simply nodded as an answer, to which she sighed. Then she took her leave. It actually felt quite good to rage a bit again, but for the sake of professionalism I needed to regain control over it. A meditation about the day was in order, and so I entered my room, got rid of my armor first, and then sat down in the middle of the room.

As I reflected on the cafeteria incident, I could not help, but start to laugh. I remembered the last time I rage flipped a table into someone's face: It had been in the cafeteria, it had been for the same reason – racism – and it was almost the same procedure. There was a difference between the two incidents, though. The ones being molested happened to be my squad mates Marine, Robin, and Diana, who had been trying their hardest not to confirm the prejudices held against them. However, as I had started to get to work at the bullies back then, they had taken it as a signal to start a fight, and we had beaten the snot out of every single one. Back then Prof. Goodwitch had had us lined up in the Headmaster's office, and we really had thought that we had been about to be expelled from the Academy. Luckily, the incident back then had brought us together as a team, instead of scattering us only the gods could have known where.

"I miss you, love" I told Silver, or his portrait, I somehow ended up holding in my hands. The meditation had fulfilled its purpose after about twenty minutes, and I was calm again. "And this entire day reminded me of you, you bastard." I added, already weeping again. However, it was not as painful as it had been back in the training hall. He was the reason I signed the contract, after all. And Weiss gave me last push by mentioning another couple at Beacon Academy that could fall victim to what had happened between me and Silver. I made it my mission to see to it that these two would not get into the situation I had been in. "Good night, Silver," I eventually said, as I put the photograph back in its place. After that, I took a shower, changed into my nightwear, and fell asleep right away.

The next chapter: Castle Crashers

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