So can I ask what the plan for Raven is? She hasn't run off already I think, based on what you said in your other posts...
Xanxus actually hadn’t truly slept despite being full and clean. He didn’t know enough about Qrow to trust him and now that he was reasonably secure it grated more and more. Mostly the fact that Qrow would have nominal legal authority over him. In a culture and under a government he had not much of a clue about.
Based on all the technology around, the world was reasonably advanced. Interactive holographic phones called scrolls were a big clue there; he hadn’t seen much more than that but it would exist. Being out in the countryside, technology would take a drop but it meant industry and government existed and explained the small airfield he’d seen in pretty much every small village.
From a guess, he suspected that these Grimm were a far larger problem for any sort of logistics and so while roads existed, they weren’t secured against the Grimm. Manpower problems, as far as he could tell. Which explained why there were turrets in that abandoned village, for all that at least reclaiming weapons would make sense to recoup a little of the investment. Turrets would be good to thin out a marauding horde.
Most of the presumed world’s transportation would be done by air, where less Grimm could bother it, lowering costs. Ships would exist, but those were far more easily armored and could be engineered enough that they could be reasonably safe. He hadn’t seen cars, but that might be a big city thing, for all that most big cities also had a train line that while limited -one direction along a track- the technology seen could easily make a flying train or something in case parts of the track were destroyed by Grimm, should the Grimm or some other possibility destroy part of a track. Depending on how it was propelled and all that.
He still wasn’t sure how things were powered, as he hadn’t seen any powerlines but that was probably because of the Grimm. An invading force would take advantage of the opportunity present and livewires were dangerous. So things were probably built sturdy and smart, fortification as part of everyone’s daily life as suited what looked like a world that was besieged by Grimm.
Xanxus had learned that the Grimm were fought by soldiers and Huntsmen; people who dedicated their life to combat and Huntsmen had special abilities. He hadn’t learned more than that but it appeared that those special abilities were called Semblances. Why and how he didn’t know, but even after Qrow had turned out the light, Xanxus had continued to finished maintenance on his weapons and returned most of them to his bag.
It was very much a pain in the ass to carry concealed knives that were accessible and would stay put without a fitted harness. Sure he had sheaths but that just meant he wasn’t cut up by his own knives. For that end, a cannibalized pair of panty hose sufficed to do so.
He currently couldn’t use his guns; not as a pair and not without a moment to make sure he didn’t shatter his wrists from the kick. So he hadn’t and thus didn’t need to do maintenance on them. He had found some supplies for doing so and kept them but he’d been using his knives more and it showed.
So instead of laying down and sleeping under the covers, he’d crouched into the corner, pulled his bed’s blanket around him and dozed.
Qrow hadn’t slept easily; the mattress wasn’t the best quality and he hadn’t had enough booze to shut his head up so he could go to sleep easy. Dark thoughts and self-loathing weren’t a recipe for a good night’s sleep.
Instead he had listened to Xanxus sharpen knives in the dark and knew with a certainty that not all of them had went into the pack. Hard lessons indeed to keep a pack organized enough to know where things were in the dark. Had he had some training or picked up the habit from someone who had?
Qrow eventually got to sleep and eventually woke up earlier than he wanted to, not that the call of nature would wait.
He’d noticed the way the blankets were pulled around Xanxus, the way one hand was near the sleeve of the hoody. No way to get tangled in the sheets like that. Meant he should probably not get too close upon waking Xanxus up; violence was likely and Qrow liked living. His damn luck didn’t need that sort of invitation. Sure, Qrow had aura, but the fire he had seen Xanxus use made the hairs on the back of his neck raise up.
Qrow also had noticed on his way back, that Xanxus was awake, between the sliver of daylight coming through the window and the fact that Xanxus’ red eyes were lit up like lanterns in the hazy light. Creepy. Also vaguely terrifying in an atmospheric sort of way.
He didn’t look like he hadn’t slept at all, but catnapped all night long. Qrow had a grumpy murder brat on his hands.
And it was probably too early to call his sister, who’d be all too gleeful at his situation.
Breakfast was light, but filling, so Xanxus wasn’t surprised Qrow suggested training as a way to pass the time to a more civilized hour. They easily found themselves in the clearing they had met in yesterday, their packs next to them as Qrow tried to figure out the teacher thing.
“So as you’ve clearly had your aura unlocked-”
“Your aura, the expression and strength of your soul.” Qrow’s tone changed from conversation to something more rote and annoyed. “Can be used for defense so you’re harder to hurt, helps you heal faster and otherwise break through human limits?”
Ah, something Xanxus could work with. The limits of what he’d have to work with or around. Which did match up to what he could do with Flames. It explained why Qrow felt so odd to his Flame sense.
So then it was onto training, where Xanxus would get to see how much readjusting to his current height went out the window when fighting a human opponent, instead of something vaguely human-shaped.
Qrow had heard of fighting prodigies, those smart enough to never need correcting twice and met those who had earned every sliver of their skill through hours on end of training.
Qrow had heard of the phrase of ‘right before my own eyes’ and thought it was a phrase that applied to a matter of years or something.
Not the course of a single morning
But now he knew that Xanxus was trained. As an assassin, judging by how he went for fatal points. Knives freshly sharpened came far too close for Qrow’s own comfort.
And that fire of his? Aura-breaker.
Now armed with knowing a bit more about how to and how not to deal with Xanxus and it having reached a more civilized hour, he pulled out his scroll and called his sister.
Xanxus was quite pleased with himself; he was good in hand to hand and close quarters and clearly Qrow was no slouch either.Being tiny meant he needed to be more agile in how he moved; momentum was how you made hits hurt.
Xanxus was getting tired though, so he didn’t protest Qrow signalled for a break and took out his scroll.
“Hey sis, Tai tell you anything yet? The woman must have shook her head. “Well, I’d like a pick-up for me and someone else. Yeah, you’ll see.”
Qrow had a terrible phone maner, was an idly thought.
The portal was more of a surprise.
The woman who emerged from the portal busting out with laughter because she looked at the both of us?
Yeah, wasn’t expecting that either.
No headcanons, more fic. Gonna go sleep now.