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Qrow raised a brow. “Really now?” He snorted. “I wonder what the fuck he did to you to provoke that kind of response.” He knew Marcus as an assassin, a ‘kill ‘em quick and gtfo’ kind of guy, but it wasn’t that much of a leap to guess he’d been a shit father and partner to whoever the kid’s mother was. The guy’d had a temper. He drank, and chuckled. “Gotta say, that’s not the ending I thought he’d get.”
Stranger in the Night
Raven shifted into her human form under the cover of trees and continued walking down the dirt road on foot. She didn’t know what Ozpin hoped to gain from the notorious assassin, it didn’t seem his style. He was too honour-bound for that. Still, it was part of the agreement they’d made with him, her and Qrow, though she wasn’t sure why she still bothered. She had what she wanted, didn’t she? Her people were doing well and the maiden was proving to be an unexpected asset. She walked up to the door and knocked, leaving her mask in place. Marcus would know who she was either way, even in the growing darkness.
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“Hey, Marcus, I haven’t seen you in ages!” Qrow said with a chuckle, turning on his bar stool. The words were slightly slurred, which sounded kinda funny. “How’re you doing, old man?”
Two Boys, a Cabin, and a Curse
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Dinner hadn’t been fancy, but Jaune had enjoyed the basic non perishables shared with Mercury. He’d probably packed enough food for a week, in truth, even if it wasn’t the most nutritious in the world. He’d done most of the talking over the meal, but he’d coaxed Mercury to speak a bit, even if just to make fun of him. For some reason it didn’t bother Jaune when Mercury did it-like it was how the silver haired exchange student showed affection.
During their earlier cleaning, Jaune had found the old marble notebook wedged under the door in the back of one of the rooms. He hadn’t been able to unlock the door, which was worrisome-especially as the other room didn’t have an extra door. Jaune had elected to sleep in the other room with the two twin beds, and Mercury got the room with the locked closet (assumedly) and the larger bed.
The journal entries were about a professor, and Jaune had wondered if it had been the teacher in Beacon who’d gone missing. It seemed he’d been compelled to come there after having a series of vivid dreams about the house he couldn’t remember-and then finding photos.
“Anna,” Jaune repeated the name as he flipped the page. It was scribbled next to the face of a woman. She was beautiful, he supposed, but she looked melancholy at best, if not heartbroken. It reminded him of Pyrrha, when she thought no one was looking.
The thought was ended when he thought he saw teardrops forming on the page. Jaune squinted as another fell, and he tensed before looking up.
That was when he bolted out of the room in his footy pajamas screaming and knocking on the other door down the hall in a frenzy.
“Merc-Mercury! Please let me in there’s-something in my room!”
Slipping Masks
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Emerald was on the war path, looking for someone to vent her unhappiness on. Cinder’s response to the latest setback had been a shaken head, as if Emerald wasn’t good enough to merit yelling. As if this was all Cinder had expected.
Sick at heart she stormed the corridors aimlessly, clutching the anger to her. Mercury. Mercury was always a good target, the arrogant little prick. Cinder had been kinder before he had joined them. More appreciative. Readier to confide and explain the situation. Mercury. She could blame Mercury for Cinder’s displeasure.
Besides, he was always so damn calm, so uncaring. How dare he. Em had begun to count it a personal triumph when she could destress by passing her unhappiness onto him and leaving him ruffled and angry. See if Cinder replaced her for someone who couldn’t even keep his temper.
Even stomping mad, the thief ghosted along the passageways in her hunt for Mercury.
“What happened to you?”
Arthur glared at the youth and straightened his jacket as best he could. “A minor mishap. The sample did not behave in a way that I expected it to.” Apparently fire dust was not compatible with scorpion venom in any way, shape, or form. He coughed and dusted some soot off his sleeve.
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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it
2. Who did you last say “I love you” to?
“Probably my little sister. She’s the only one younger then me. I was number seven. She was eight. Our parents were really in love, obviously. She was really sad to see me go, because I was the one who gave her piggy back rides.”6. How do you want to die?
“I dunno, of old age, in my sleep, next to someone I love? Well, no, that would probably suck for them. At an old age, in a valiant battle, with the person I love beside me.14. Do you miss someone?
“Well. Yeah. That’s what loving someone is. When it hurts to say good bye.”60. Do you wanna get married?
“Definitely. My parents kind of have this epic how I met your mother story.”68. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
“You. Just now.”
“This isn’t how I wanted to go.”
She stared at Mercury, unmoving. She couldn’t bring herself to. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her skin. “You brought this upon yourself,” she told him, her shaky voice betraying how unsettled she felt.
