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cloudedblades:

A cyborg, huh? Well, that was better than any number of things that might’ve been inferred. Not that Cloud had any idea what those things might’ve been, but he knew potential innuendo when he heard it. Glad to have that cleared up right away.

Ah, but now he had to actually participate in the conversation. A bit more, at least. Cloud supposed it wouldn’t hurt to share a few things about his own weaponry. It was almost too bad he didn’t have anything on hand at the moment, though.

“Nothing like a sword-scythe-gun, I’m afraid,” he told the man. Come to think of it, he’d though a bit about adding a gun to his swords before. He barely remembered that, from his last trip here to Hive City. Sometimes it seemed like those missing two years - the ones that had seemed like only a couple of weeks to him - were getting further and further away. “I have six swords that combine together. Good for dual-wielding. Makes them heavy enough to crush, as well as cut and stab.”

“I would say six swords that become one sword is an equally complicated and interesting mechanism.” Qrow said as he pulled out the notebook he used to draw out the first diagram of his scythe and grabbed the pencil he had left tucked behind his ear, or rather that he had forgotten he had until this exact moment.

“I imagine it works like, kapow, and then snikt! Then when the mechanism go together it’s like, click!” At this point it was impossible to tell if Qrow was genuinely attempting to speak with Cloud, or just messing with him again. Despite all of the non technical jargon he used, when he turned his pad around the sketch he had drawn up was rather detailed.

“Just one more question, do you have anything like dust in your world... Oh wait you might not know what that is. Dust is like, it’s what makes the magic happen, like literally. You can’t use magic on your own, but when yo have it your capabilities become much greater. You can suddenly perform feats like magic.”

#cloudedblades

cloudedblades:

Yep, talkative. That didn’t seem like it was going to change anytime soon. Cloud supposed he was just going to have to get used to that kind of thing. One would think he’d be used to it after dealing with Yuffie for so long, but somehow…

The guy certainly did have a punchable face. Not that Cloud was going to indulge in hitting it, just for talking. A little bit tempting, but seriously, that was going way too far for just making conversation. Even if it was slightly annoying conversation…

This was getting on Cloud’s nerves a lot more than it should have been. He tried focusing on the actual conversation, instead.

To be fair, it did sound pretty interesting. Transforming weapons, with almost all of them apparently having both a melee and a ranged component. Must be extraordinarily useful in a fight, although probably dangerous to learn how to use. Must be quite a hassle to design, too. Of course, he’d built First Tsurugi, but implementing a gun… “Sometimes the basics are good,” Cloud offered, doing his best to sound interested rather than irritated. it wasn’t exactly the man’s fault, after all. Well, technically it was, but still. “Sometimes they’re… a problem. Sounds like your colleague should upgrade.”

“He’s already getting an upgrade if you know what I mean.” Qrow said leaning in and raising a hand over his mouth as if he were sharing some kind of secret. Except there was no way possible for Cloud to actually know what he meant. “He’s a cyborg....” Qrow whispered.

He probably was not supposed to share that piece of information, but Qrow had gotten too deep into the conversation to have any regrets now. Not that he normally had regrets. “Alright, now it’s your turn to spill. I can’t do all the talking. I mean I’m sure you’re loving it listening to me but still...”

Qrow shrugged. If you stretched the definition of the word you could perhaps say that Qrow was doing reconnaisance right now, but he had designed his own weapon entirely by himself. It could be said that he had more than a passing interest in the subject. Of course it also being Qrow he needed to pretend like nothing was that big of a deal to him. “It’s a two way street so, what are weapons like in your world? Anything cool?”

#cloudedblades

wxtchofthewilds:

Her yellow eyes narrowed at the lax nature of the man. While it was a disappointment that he did not fear her, the intention was to figure out whom he worked for and what their intentions might be. It was a little suspicious how easily he surrendered the knowledge, but she was inclined to believe him.

Shapeshifting magic wasn’t too common, after all.

“Are you asking if this magic was perhaps stolen? How naive you must be to think such a thing; I learned this ability to take the shape of the creatures in the wilds from years of practice and I find it insulting that you would dare imply otherwise.” Morrigan replied bitterly, but she had to admit her curiosity was piqued at the mention of someone granting magic to others. It wasn’t unheard of, but it was quite rare.

She continued in a calmer tone. “Magic is not something that should be taken from others. I am not the least bit inclined to do so.”

“Well, excuse me for being a little bit suspicious. It’s just magic isn’t supposed to be real you know?” Here was the real test if this woman knew Ozpin’s secrets or not. If she was just some basic witch, then Qrow really did not need to bother with her.

“You know the kind of stuff that’s only in fairy tales, like the old man and the four maidens, or the tale of Odin. Hey, hey, if you can turn into a raven then which one are you? Huginn or Muninn, thought or feeling?”

Qrow was teasing, and he hoped he could tease some information out of her. He even went so far as to mock roll his eyes and look at the side. “I mean, I was raised in the wilds too and trained all my life too, and nobody really taught me any spells.”

#wxtchofthewilds

cloudedblades:

Somebody was in a rather talkative mood. Perhaps permanently. And a bit egotistical, at that. Cloud let that particular comment slide by without so much as an eyebrow; no point in encouraging him. He probably didn’t even notice the lack of reaction.

“You can’t buy any weapons here,” he said, instead. Skip all the other nonsense and get to the point. To be fair, Cloud couldn’t blame the man for being upset over his missing weapon (even if calling it his ‘baby’was a little far, in Cloud’s opinion). Warriors lived or died by their weapon; it was a way of life, more than anything else. “You’ll get yours back, sooner or later.”

As to the man’s other question, well…

“I prefer swords, myself,” Cloud added. In his case, six, but that was beyond the point at the moment. “I’ve never known anyone to use a scythe. Must require one hell of a fighting style.”

“I might die here...” Qrow said frankly after the realization that he had no weapons at all. “I drink too much and my face is too punchable for me to survive in a place like this unarmed. Oh well, thems the breaks.” He didn’t seem to mind that prospect too much though.

In fact he got over it relatively quickly. He caught up with Cloud and stood at his side instead, watching him as he spoke. Of course, Cloud did not seem to be much of a talker which meant Qrow would have to carry most of this conversation. It was a good thing he was such a nice guy.

“Well, the fighting styles in my world are all kind of nonstandard. Most of us have weapons that transform into other weapons, usually some kind of gun. Mine is a scythe, that is also a sword, that’s also a gun. I made a scythe for my niece that is also a gun. One of my colleagues though, he just has a gun, and it’s just a gun. How lame right?”

#cloudedblades

“I honestly didn’t know what to get you.” James said as he hands Qrow a large bottle of lotion. “I would’ve gotten you perfume but it probably won’t hide that alcoholic musk of yours, it might even make it worse. The lotion smells just as good as any perfume plus it’ll make your skin softer. If you don’t want that, I could always buy you dinner.”

“Hmm, I hope you weren’t expecting to get anything in return.” Qrow looks at the bottle of lotion. He wondered if it was a passive agressive reminder to shave, because Jimmy boy was the last person on earth who should be lecturing him on that. He doesn’t say thank you, but he does throw something in Jame’s direction.

"Here you go James, it’s some WD-40 for your rusty joints. I heard it’s a miracle cure all. I hope you find some good use for it.”

#tinmanning

tinmanning:

“It really depends on how you let your semblance define you.” He took a moment to pause, it was a subject he didn’t think about too often so he didn’t have an answer right away. But he won’t deny his friend of an answer, nor would stop urging him to drink the coffee because it’s just obvious now that Qrow’s having a headache.

"It could be literal, it could be something else. Perhaps your definition could be that it’s a challenge for you, and how you tackle that challenge is what says about you as a person.”

He leaned forward to let his arms rest on the table and brought his hands together. This is the most relaxed as he could get around public eyes, probably out of habit to keep up appearances. “This is all just my opinion, but I do hope it helps.”

“I hate challenges though. Why is everybody reccomending that I spend my life fighting against the tide? Maybe sometimes it’s better to lay back and go with the flow, baby.” At this point Qrow was just ranting to himself. It was probably better to just ignore him when he was like this until he tired himself out.

Qrow sighed holding a hand up in front of his face. He wished Ozpin or Taiyang would have been the ones to hear that, rather than James. Then again, he doubted he would ever have admitted something like that in front of either of them. They were not the people he could burden with such weak excuses.

“Asking James for help, how far have I fallen.” Qrow made a sound like a dying bird, before finally lowering his hand and looking at James again. “But thanks, it did I guess...Just a little bit though don’t give yourself too much credit I’m not reevaluating my entire life on your account.”

#tinmanning

cloudedblades:

Cloud was pretty sure this was the first person to bump into him since he’d gotten back to hive City. He had almost missed the all-but-traditional greeting between random strangers. It’d be easy to blame everyone else, but it took two people to bump into each other, so there was no point in trying.

Yet another person missing his weapon, to boot. He must truly be new here. He even had a drawing of it. Cloud had to admit,t hat was a bit more dedication than he could remember ever seeing before. Not that his description made much sense. It was a sword… and a scythe? How… interesting.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” Not that it was really a question. Maybe somebody else had really stolen the man’s weapon, but somehow, Cloud doubted that. Anyone capable of wielding some kind of transforming sword-scythe was probably more than capable of keeping his hands on it. Normally, at least. “The Scientists took it from you. You aren’t going to find it by looking. They’ll give it back when they want to.”

“Oh, baby no...” Qrow said as he tucked the paper into his chest. For a moment he looked like a small child holding onto a precious stuffed animal. He did not want to let go of his scythe that easily, a hunter was almost nothing without their weapon. Qrow himself was almost nothing without the title of hunter. However, in a moment he crumpled up the paper in a fit of frustration and tossed it into the nearest trash can.

“Oh well, guess I’ll have to make do in the meantime. This is just like one of the times I got drunk and forgot where I left it.” He used the plural... times... implying that this had happened to him before and not just once. His eyes looked around the area, slightly keener than his general personality let on. “It’s a good thing I’m looking so sharp today, if somebody tries to attack me I’ll just have to get by on my strikingly good looks.”

He put a hand on his chin waiting for someone to laugh at his joke. Anyway... “So, do you know a weapons place around here? Are you a weapons man yourself? I can’t help but notice you were looking at those sketches I drew. So, so, are you? Are you a scythe man, or a sword man?” Now he was just interrogating that perfect stranger with the same casualness as if he were asking what type of woman he preferred.

#cloudedblades

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destinedchamp:

When we last saw our Champion…actually, no one has seen the Champion lately. Perhaps it’s because he was thrown into this multi-dimensional plane, away from Thedas, away from his world. Or that he’s just really good at hiding, which ever came first.

“Oh Maker, Alfred! What have they done to you?”

Though the whole kidnapping from your world thing may raise a few concerns, it was what happened to his fateful companion that really struck a nerve with him.

His big old Mabari hound, his precious killing machine, the strong hound that could take on slavers, giant spiders, blood mages, and abominations, reduced to a small defenseless puppy that Hawke could pick up with his hands. It brought back so much memories from that time, nostalgic but at the same time reminded him of how alone he was now. He frowned, at his thoughts and at the fate of his dog. The frown turned more into a pout as the puppy tried to lick his nose, perhaps a gesture to calm his master down.

He set the dog down onto the grass and watched Alfred tumble as he tried to get used to his size again. Hawke picked up his two front legs and just made him sit up like how one teaches a baby to walk.

“Baby steps, my friend.”

Qrow was just passing by. Usually he made it a point not to get involved in the business of strangers. It was more for their sake than his own. Luck was by nature unpredictable, and he did not know what he would incur by being around them. If there was a god that hated him, it was definitely the random numbers god.

However, even Qrow could not distance himself from too many things, and cute things was one of them. Waitresses in short skirts, children of his blonde brother in law, and now a puppy. Qrow stopped in the middle of the road and knelt down in front of it and the man who was puppeting the puppy along in an attempt to get it to walk.

“Is that your kid?” Qrow said, his voice as grisly usual despite the subject matter. “He’s a cute one. I’ve got two of my own basically with my brother and law. They’re not nearly as cute as this one, but they’re okay. Oh, three if you count Zwei.”

#destinedchamp

@piluumurale

A little birdy flew down from the sky and landed in front of Elias. In a cloud of smoke, suddenly a much larger man was standing there, or rather, he was slouching there. Qrow tilted his head to the side. “Yo!” He said in a simple greeting as he raised a hand.

“I’m sorry for the entrance, though I doubt it would surprise a guy like you. I was just following a lead and I got curious, I assumed you’d prefer if I ask it to your face rather than stalk you for blocks like I was planning to.”

Qrow found himself talking too much again. he scratched at the fuzzy part of his chin. He looked up at the skull creature in front of him. “Uh, anyway... Handsome. What I wanted to ask was. Are you a real honest to goodness magician? No smoke and mirrors, no dust?”

#piluumurale

@vanatorist

Qrow walked into his favorite bar. His standards for a favorite was not particularly high, this was just the one bar that had never kicked him out before. Since coming to this city, it felt a bit strange staying in the same city for so long. He had become so used to wandering and flying wherever the breeze took him.

Which is probably why he acted so surprised, when his favorite stool in his favorite bar was already taken. “Hey buddy, I had dibs.” He did not in fact even have dibs. “Do you think you can move over, or... hey are you even listening?”

He reached forward for the fur collar the man was wearing, and pulled it back to hoist the man up just a little bit so Qrow could see his face. Oh, this man was sleeping. That explained it. Qrow was about to let go when he caught the stranger’s face, unshaven and with wild hair just like him.

“Damn, this is just like looking in a mirror.” He experienced one single moment of clarity.

#vanatorist

@tolditslant

"Hey buddy, can you buy me a drink? I know how this looks but I have a pretty good reason for not having any money. I spent it all at the last bar I was at.” Qrow shrugged. As usual his blatant lack of responsibility did not seem to strike him as much of a problem.

#tolditslant

@opticallyenhanced

“Hey, I know I have a handsome face and I can’t really blame you, but it’s rude to stare you know.” Qrow said, suddenly turning around and holding a finger up in front of his face. He had followed people enough to know what it was like to be followed.

His immediate thought however was not to his own safety but: Does this guy know about Ozpin? Only that, but it was because Qrow had faith in Ozpin he was able to smile in such a cocky manner. “They kicked me out of the last one, but hey... there’s a bar right there.”

He ended up gesturing behind his shoulders with his eyes. Qrow’s habit of bar hopping often times got him into trouble more than it helped. “If you’re so interested in me do you want to buy me a drink?”

#opticallyenhanced

@cloudedblades

Only a true monster got between a man and his weapon. Qrow had been wandering the streets since dropping into this city empty handed, in order to try to find it again. The scientists would have been kinder if they stole his clothes and dropped him here butt naked but left his scythe. Yeah, he would have preferred that.

That particular train of thought was interrupted though by the man Qrow walked into head first. “Oh, sorry, I was looking for my baby and I stopped looking where I was going.” Qrow raised a piece of paper, a missing poster he had drawn himself.

The object missing though was clearly a weapon whose schematics he had drawn out. “It’s a sword, but sometimes it transforms into a scythe. It’s sharp, and pointy, and it’s a sword. Have you seen it?”

#cloudedblades

tinmanning:

“I suppose there is a reason why you’ve brought it up.” He isn’t beneath gossiping, there are times where he’d listen to some but never tell any. At rare times, James listens and understands, and not press his beliefs onto someone in the middle of it.

He slipped him a can of coffee he’d discreetly ordered from a waiter a while ago, hoping that the conversation would go smoother if the other man had been less drunk already. “Just tell me what’s on your mind.” The friendly gesture may be taken up as him bribing him with coffee though, just spill the beans while you drink these coffee beans.

“You have no appreciation at all for the art of subtlety or clever wordplay,” Qrow said, even though begrudgingly he did actually want to speak to James in this moment. He blamed it on the alcohol, or perhaps the music in the background for giving him a headache, or even his own wobbly spine. All of these situations in combination seemed to lower his inhibitions.

“A semblance is supposed to be born of who you really are as a person right? If I have one that makes it dangerous for people to come within even five feet of me, then what does that say about me as a person?” It would have been easier if he had been born with a semblance like Raven’s. Sibling rivalry wasn’t exactly his thing, but it was hard for him not to find her ungrateful at times. James probably did not care about that though, it had nothing to do with the military, and was only tangentially connected to Ozpin.

#tinmanning

headmastering:

He chuckles. “Well mine, or at least one of them, is watching others have it in times of peace,” Oz explains, offering a smile, “Hence why I asked you in the first place.”

“Regardless, your company and concern are noted and appreciated- though I’d argue I handle myself just fine in these places.” Something seems to strike Ozpin then, and his smile falters slightly for half a second.

“Qrow… I know it’s a bit soon to ask this considering your recent arrival but- how do you plan to spend your time here? In the city I mean.”

“Wow, nosy aren’t we? You know they say the people who like to watch others only do so because they have nothing going on in their own lives.” Qrow wondered if the current Ozpin even considered himself an individual capable of having a life. He wondered a lot of things but rarely spoke of them. It’s not like he had a thing about speaking out of turn he just.. he could be considerate too when he wanted to be.

Qrow leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. It was the classic pose of pretending to be too cool to even have this conversation. Ozpin had known him since he was a teenager, and he had barely grown up since then so he must have recognized the gesture. “Well, I was just going to follow you like I usually do. It’s not like I have anything better to do, anyway, and I get a good workout flapping my wings all about like that.”

Qrow knew he was also a useless person on his own, but once again he did not say it. “Just please don’t make me teach.”

#headmastering

wxtchofthewilds:

More and more, she tried to find out the city’s secrets, yet every answer led to nothing but more questions. This might have been fun –had she the time to solve them– but alas, she had a very old elven acquaintance to talk to and feared he may disappear on her soon. Not before whomever was responsible for placing her inside of this rather elaborate prison paid for it, of course.

As Morrigan contemplated her next move on her way to her abode, something caught her raven eyes. Years of being hunted by templars gave her a keen sense of whether or not someone was spying on her, and this was most certainly one of those times. Feathered wings dove and swooped around a building as the man ran to report to whomever his superior happened to be, but she was too fast for him.

“Well, well. What have we here?” He was a rather tall and lanky sort of man, as one would expect from a scout. And yet he reeked of booze– as if he had been dipped in a barrel of rum before spying on her. “I do not know you, and I wonder if your employer warned you about me before you were hired.” The woman spoke as she stepped closer. Morrigan had no magic to hurt him with in this place, but he need not know this. Or so she hoped. “Twould be a shame if you met the same fate as many others before you. Do you think you would fair better? Fear not, for you need only tell me who you work for and I will let you live.”

Ozpin suddenly had good reason to feel very nervous, and even a little on edge. Which is why he suddenly put his arms behind his back and stretched out. He had been crouching and watching for what seemed like forever, that really wasn’t good for the spine. When the last part of his back cracked, he looked to Morrigan again. “Oh man, you’re already done talking aren’t you? Damnit, I think I missed my mock window.”

He kept his hands behind his head, and now scratched at the part where the back of the neck met his hair. It was loud and not particularly dignified, and Qrow did not even seem to notice that he was doing this subconsciously. “Actually, I have no idea who you are. A little birdy just caught my eye.”

Qrow shrugged his shoulders right then. “You shouldn’t blame my master for this. I’m a beast who was raised in the woods, but my master gave me the ability to pretend to be a man. So let’s talk this out instead of hissing at each other.” He tilted his head towards her. Curious. “That was a good magic trick. In my world only two people are capable of transforming like that. It’s an ability that was granted to them, but it can be taken. Do you see why I’d be a little curious. I mean it’s not a big deal, I’m not saying you did anything just implying it really heavily.”

#wxtchofthewilds

tinmanning:

“I believe you’ve told us about it.” It was secrecy that made him not question it. Their group knew what each other are capable of, more or less, and have this unspoken law about being discreet about it. It was like their ace up their sleeve.

“Indeed, this city is strange. Things you normally don’t do you end up doing.” He silently recalled that time at the underground bar. No way in hell would he ever disclose that. “Hence why you should try practicing your manners just a little, like sitting up straight for once.”

“Maybe if I had a metal spine I would.” Qrow said, reaching forward and doing something incredibly rude by poking James at the base of his spine. He smirked, and the look on his face told James exactly what he needed to know about how much Qrow would keep his manners in this city.

“It’s safer to act in a way that will scare most people away. If I were a less kind person, I’d be polite, let more people in, and soothe this achy breaky heart of mine.” It was hard to tell how serious Qrow was being, due to the alcohol in his system. He hadn’t said anything he should not have at least, not yet.

“Do you know what my sister’s semblance is?” Oh, there he went. New city but he was just as reckless as ever.

#tinmanning

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