Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5426254-20160918021603/@comment-5426254-20160920193900

''I'll give you guys another turn before we start the action. Use it well! -GL'' --- As the train departed from Beacon Academy, Kreutznauer couldn't help but look back as Vale disappeared from his sight.

Beacon Academy was his alma mater, and he decided to pay a visit out of a whim.

Of course, while he was a cynic, he was no stranger to the use of a facade - it may be necessary at times - especially when the public needed it.

"Ho-ho, how's it going, Robin? You really are the epitome of perserverance, a quality for only the finest of Huntsmen! How about we go together for a hunt sometime? What say you?"

"I'd fucking love to, mate! Ain't that right, Petie?"

The two of them laughed as he hugged Professor Peter Port, who typically delved into stories of his own greatness during his teaching of Grimm Studies. While he was a terrible teacher in his opinion, he was also quite the jovial and amicable friend, and the two of them shared quite the passion when it came to Grimm.

"So, Professor Kreutznauer, I assume your hands on, survivalist approach to teaching your students have done well to provide them with a meaningful experience?"

"Showing the blokes is better than bloody talking about it, Bart!"

To Kreutznauer, Bartholomew Oobleck had one of the worst ways of teaching, especially on the subject of History. Instead of droning on and on with irrelevant tales like Port, Bartholomew was the polar opposite - it would be a miracle for students to actually try and keep up with him with that mouth of his.

"I see our esteemed little grouch has taken up a teaching profession, isn't that right?"

"Still as feisty as ever, huh, Glynda?"

Glynda Goodwitch was the academy's local combat teacher and close confidant to the Headmaster himself. Also, there was something seemingly remarkable about her appearance and her expertise, as he recalled hushed debates on the matter.

"Well, it's thoughtful of you to pay a visit to your old academy, Robin," she continued as the two hugged.

"Same thing, Goodwitch."

"Oh, and I'd rather if you kept your hands to yourself, Kreutznauer, if you know what's good for you."

"Well, you can't really call me a grouch anymore - things have changed over the years," he replied, as he finished copping his feel and shook her hand instead, discarding the facade of perverted, trolling humor. It was interesting to get her furious reaction, though.

"Ah, Mr. Daniels-Kreutznauer! I assume things have been going well for you and your old team."

"You know, I'd like to know your secret, Professor. How is it that you and Glynda never seem to age a single day? Maybe all that stress management is really doing you good, considering you run a military university of what? Tens of thousands of blokes?"

Ozpin struck him as quite mysterious and unnerving, not just in appearance. He always seemed to be cryptically hiding something, which is why he couldn't be trusted.

"I am doing quite well, Mr. Daniels-Kreutznauer," the silver-haired dean replied. "Say, you were teaching students at Polaris, correct? I assume they have an adequate education under your tutelage, correct?"

"The students are doing bloody fine, sir! And it's Kreutznauer, by the way."

"I see."

He also remembered four other esteemed Huntsmen, the members of STRQ; the popular kids at Beacon.

"Are Qrow and the others around? I plan on having several pints with the bloke, for old time's sake."

"Qrow's a busy Huntsman, Mr. Kreutznauer," Ozpin responded.

"Well, the next time you see him, tell him to give me a call."

Shade quickly scanned the area, and saw plenty of people on the train. Some of them looked suspicious, given his experience. And by suspicious, their attire struck him as unconventional, as if they were Huntsmen, or the trainees themselves. He made sure to keep his guard just in case.

Of course, that was when he bumped into another waiter, one that had silver hair and distinguishable antlers.

"So, you know what to do, new guy?"

Nickel was aware of Shade's presence, among the other terrorists participating in the plot. Again, what inconvenienced him was the fact that he had to work with humans, of all people.

"Let's cut to the chase. I don't like you, and I don't like working with you people," Nickel replied in a hushed tone. "But you've got to be a certain case of special if you think I don't know what to do. Just stick to your part and I'll do the same."

Shade could tell that Nickel was quite the volatile White Fang member, and given the way Faunus were treated in Atlas, it came off as no surprise to him. But, racial revenge was of no difference to him.

"S'cuse me, waiter!"

"What can I help you with today, sir?"

A bearded, muscular man with a light blue mullet drew his attention.

"Can you get me a bottle of brandy? I could really use a pint right now."

"Absolutely, sir."

As the waiter left, Kreutznauer noticed something odd.

''That face and hair - I know I've seen them before, but where!? Wait - could it be him?''

Meanwhile, inside his mind, Shade instantly recognized the passenger as well - a fellow alumni of Beacon, one he definitely fought before.

''No doubt about it. That's Kreutznauer. The man's a Professor and knows just how to deal with Grimm. Looks like I can add him to my list of problems.''

As he walked back to the kitchen, he grabbed the brandy, before inconspicuously typing a message on the Scroll.

"Alva. We've got a Huntsman on the train - Kreutznauer. There could be others. Stay sharp, and for crying out loud, please act normal and wait before you start going crazy on a killing spree, 'kay?"