Post by Wilhelm Blackwell on Dec 31, 2017 8:06:44 GMT
This was not Will's first time giving a speech to a large audience, and he knew it would not be his last. Still, he was nervous about his new position as Beacon's Headmaster. His predecessor had chosen him for reasons he couldn't possibly fathom, but in his own words 'Because I trust you, Will.' It would have to be good enough, however, since he was forced into retirement from the military for the job. He paced nervously behind the curtain of Beacon's main auditorium stage, the smoke from his pipe curling into the darkness above him. His thoughts dwelt on his predecessor, more to occupy himself than anything else. He fiddled restlessly with his pipe, even though the tobacco within was still lit, but just barely.
Will heard his name get announced from the other side of the curtain, and snuffed the pipe out, hastily stuffing it into his coat pocket before stepping out onto the stage. The hot spotlights made him squint slightly as his eyes adjusted from the darkness he had been in moments prior. The bearded man took his place at the podium, glancing down at the cards he had left there for himself to read from. "Greetings, Beacon," he said, straightening himself up a bit.
"It is a sad occasion when a headmaster must make an address on behalf of his predecessor, but your former headmaster wanted you to be assured that you are in safe company with me. For those of you who knew him, the staff and I all wish you the best in the grieving process, and would like you to know that our offices are open to you at any time," Will paused a moment, sweeping his eyes across the auditorium to meet as many eyes as he could before continuing, "As your new headmaster, you have my full assurance that I will maintain many of the same policies we have enjoyed at Beacon for many decades. Proud Beacon traditions will continue to persist, and your classes will not be interrupted by my presence unless absolutely necessary."
Will glanced back down at his cards and sighed internally. He'd already gone off script, and there was nothing to be done about it. He decided to just wing it, instead. "I won't sugarcoat this any more than I have to, though," he said, adopting a serious expression, "The line of work you have chosen for yourselves is the most dangerous profession in the world. I nor any teacher here can prepare you for the realities of being face-to-face with insurmountable odds and impossible challenges. We will try our best, but ultimately, it will be up to you to take what you have learned from this place and put it into practice in the field. I know there are some who are concerned with my taking this position because of my military history, but I assure you, I was always a huntsman first. That is all, thank you."
With that, Will turned and left the stage, with applause following him. He knew it was a polite gesture, though couldn't help feel as though it were forced. Still, he got the job done. Will was legitimately concerned for the future of Vale, and the world at large when it came to the Grimm and other outside factors. He would have to do his best to train his new generation of soldiers if he wanted to do his part to stop it.
Will heard his name get announced from the other side of the curtain, and snuffed the pipe out, hastily stuffing it into his coat pocket before stepping out onto the stage. The hot spotlights made him squint slightly as his eyes adjusted from the darkness he had been in moments prior. The bearded man took his place at the podium, glancing down at the cards he had left there for himself to read from. "Greetings, Beacon," he said, straightening himself up a bit.
"It is a sad occasion when a headmaster must make an address on behalf of his predecessor, but your former headmaster wanted you to be assured that you are in safe company with me. For those of you who knew him, the staff and I all wish you the best in the grieving process, and would like you to know that our offices are open to you at any time," Will paused a moment, sweeping his eyes across the auditorium to meet as many eyes as he could before continuing, "As your new headmaster, you have my full assurance that I will maintain many of the same policies we have enjoyed at Beacon for many decades. Proud Beacon traditions will continue to persist, and your classes will not be interrupted by my presence unless absolutely necessary."
Will glanced back down at his cards and sighed internally. He'd already gone off script, and there was nothing to be done about it. He decided to just wing it, instead. "I won't sugarcoat this any more than I have to, though," he said, adopting a serious expression, "The line of work you have chosen for yourselves is the most dangerous profession in the world. I nor any teacher here can prepare you for the realities of being face-to-face with insurmountable odds and impossible challenges. We will try our best, but ultimately, it will be up to you to take what you have learned from this place and put it into practice in the field. I know there are some who are concerned with my taking this position because of my military history, but I assure you, I was always a huntsman first. That is all, thank you."
With that, Will turned and left the stage, with applause following him. He knew it was a polite gesture, though couldn't help feel as though it were forced. Still, he got the job done. Will was legitimately concerned for the future of Vale, and the world at large when it came to the Grimm and other outside factors. He would have to do his best to train his new generation of soldiers if he wanted to do his part to stop it.
