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[qrowst-with-the-most]

Time Won’t Heal

Final Reminder! If you’re not caught up, here’s how.

@specialistschnee

Blood. So much blood. All around. Everywhere. What happened? Where am I? Where was she?

The screams. The screams won’t stop. Make them stop! Please! Make them stop! Make them stop! STOP!

A glint of silver contrasts against the darkness. It flows with some intangible breeze. It looks...human. A cloak? A hood. It begins to turn. Slowly. Turning. I can almost see it...

It’s gone. Where did it go? Wait...now I see...a woman. A woman sitting. She looks scared. Her body huddled up. Knees to chest. Face unseen. Hair. Shining. Like snow. She’s...crying. Her hiccups echo. I step towards her. Closer. Closer. She stops. I stop. She begins to look up. I can...almost...see...

A cold hand reaches out through the maddening dark. It grasps my throat. I can’t breath! Something else comes through the veil of shadow. A face. A man. Grey amongst black hair. Shadowy blue eyes. He squeezes tighter. No! I can’t!

“She’s gone. She left you. She was weak. You are weak. You fight and you fight. To keep the spark alive. But there’s nothing left. Nothing in this world left for you, Qrow.”

No! NO! GET OFF ME! IT’S NOT TOO LATE! I CAN FIND HER! I CAN FIX THIS! LET ME GO!

“The only place left for you is the other side. It’s time, Qrow. Time to die.”

Qrow screamed out in his sleep. He fell out of his chair, scrambling across the floor. Trying to get away. Not sure from what, but away from it. The bartender came quickly from around the bar, grabbing hold of Qrow to steady him.

“Woah woah! Hey pal, take it easy, alright?” The bartender said. Qrow’s eyes darted to him. His gaze seemed wild, feral. The bartender recoiled at this look. He seemed almost as scared of Qrow as Qrow was of...whatever.

“Listen, buddy,” the bartender said, clearing his throat. “You’ve been here too long, and you’re frightening all my customers. I-I’m sorry, but I gotta ask you to leave.”

Qrow’s gaze shifted to the other patrons in the bar. Some looks were sharp, glaring stares. Others were filled with the same terror that overcame the bartender. Qrow’s breathing began to slow down and calm. Without a word, he picked himself up and shuffled out of the bar. He was in a country town on the continent of Vale, far from whatever civilization remained after the...the fall. He looks about the town, dimly lit with street light lamps in the cold, dreary night. He walked down the street with no destination to be told.

[winterbranwen]

To get back into this series, I felt the need to make some “book covers” for each of the previous threads. Super excited to see where @qrowst-with-the-most and I go next. 1. Quoth the Winter Qrow 2. Blood in the Snow 3. End of the Road 4. Whispers in the Wind 5. Shackles and Whiskey Glasses 6. Rise of the Phoenix Read or re-read all threads to get caught up!

[theashen-fox]

http://specialistschnee.tumblr.com/post/173015530269/upset-im-not-upset-what-makes-you-think-im

@specialistschnee

Ash noticed this, then sighed in resignation. “Okay. You got me. I’ll spare you the sob story and skip to the point. Namely, that today, 6 years ago—give or take—my brother died.”

[charismaticstowaway]

A Surprise Visit ; Winter [Closed]

@specialistschnee

The warm air that hit his skin sent an overwhelming sensation through the blond monkey faunus. He had finally been allowed to leave his previous station along the arctic northern walls, now he found himself back in Atlas, the kingdom that trained him to be the soldier that he was.

Sun had decided that it would be incredibly fun to surprise superior and long time friend Winter Schnee, figuring that the familiar face would help ease the stress of her constant busy schedule.

Slinging his dufflebag over his shoulder, Sun made his way off the airship and into the military base in front of him. The base was new to him, having never been stationed in this sector of the kingdom. After some direction, he found his way outside the closed door to Winter’s office, and after a few knocks onto the cool wood, he stood there waiting patiently for a response.

“Officer Schnee?”

[qrowst-with-the-most]

Thread Series PSA

Those of you who have been following this blog since near the beginning may know of the long running narrative thread series between I and the wickedly talented @specialistschnee. Well some legends never die, because we’re finally returning to continue the story as left in our thread “Rise of the Phoenix”.

That being said, “Rise of the Phoenix” ended December of 2016. So it’s been quite a while since any developments on this story we’ve weaved for the past few years. So if you need any plot refreshers or have never read this series before, I would direct you to specialistschnee’s Thread Archive. I will leave this link here for her Thread Archive itself, as well as listing the threads in our series by order of continuity; or, for the uninitiated, oldest to most recent.

1. Quoth the Winter Qrow

2. Blood in the Snow

3. End of the Road

4. Whispers in the Wind

5. Shackles and Whiskey Glasses

6. Rise of the Phoenix

Read up if you’re not caught up, it’s quite the anthology we’ve developed. It really feels like a long-running fanfiction we’ve both co-written, and I couldn’t ask for someone better to share a writing credit with. Hope you all enjoy what more we have in store for you and have a fantastic day.

[charismaticstowaway]

The Northern Front ; Winter (Closed)

Damn it’s cold... 

The blond stowaway cursed to himself, rubbing his uniform clad forearms for warmth. It was the coldest night of  winter and the young solider was assigned to overnight watch duty on the Northern Front. It was cold, it was dark, and quite frankly it was the worst job to be assigned. The only positive side the faunus could find was being stationed here with long time friend @specialistschnee. 

I wonder what Winter is up to?

Many didn’t know it, in fact NOBODY knew it, but Sun had developed a crush on his superior awhile ago. Despite this however, the blond was afraid to ruin things with either Winter, her position in the military, or his job and as such chose to keep that detail silent.

Lost in his thoughts, the stowaway pulled the hood of his military issued snow jacket up over his head. While the job was simple, the harsh conditions of working on a giant iceberg made it a living hell for Sun. 

He began to imagine his friend sitting comfortably in her office, sipping away at a warm beverage, going over strategic plans and daily reports. Come to think of it, it had been several weeks since the blond had seen Winter, given that she was always busy handing orders out to some other section of the wall. 

I miss Winter...

[warmestsummer]

cont.

@specialistschnee

Summer gave a bashful grin raising her hand with a small “oh, hi”

She hid her face behind her hand

 “sorry, i just saw- .... you’re really pretty and uh.. ‘gifted’ I’m a bit jealous, if that makes up for it?” she said referring to how much more ‘womanly’ the specialist looked despite being a near decade younger than her.

[qrowst-with-the-most]

A Rusty Recruit (Closed RP w/specialistschnee)

@specialistschnee After the fall of Beacon, the Atlesian military had lost a grand chunk of its autonomous troop infrastructure. The military government called upon the people of the nation to enlist and help secure its security. The Battle of Beacon was a polarizing topic in Atlas, many people feeling Atlas didn't necessarily have any obligation to the people of Vale for the secrets one of their primary leaders kept in a way many considered irresponsible. Therefore, the draft was kept entirely voluntary, which is where young Cole Abner comes in. A native to Atlas, Cole returned to his homeland after the Battle of Beacon. He'd live so much of his life either alone or in charge of other, neither of which seemed to suit him well enough. So it seemed time for Cole to finally enlist under some formal authority. Enlistment soldier training was overseen by none other than Military Specialist, Winter Schnee. It was clear to see though, the former Huntsman-in-training was not being so openly accepted by the more conventional Atlas nationalists who had enlisted alongside him.