S: "Dang it! We were late!"

A: "Well, at least there's still one left."

Q: "Yeah, but all it is is just going to some ruins and making sure nothing's wrong there."

A: "AND now that you said that the blissful ease Murphy's law dictates something will go wrong. You can't just say that shit Qrow."

Q: "...Actually, thinking on it, if there is someone who should understand what you mean, it should be ME. considering my Semblance and everything it is legitimately kind of stupid to have just dismissed this "Murphy". Although you ARE just giving my Semblance a new name."

Wait, am I stupid-

A: "Wait, what-"

Q: "My Semblance is just random bad luck."

Actually, yeah, that checks out.

A: "Oh. Shit. Well, just know that all the hard feelings go to your Semblance and not yourself."

Q: "Thanks. So, are we taking the mission or not?"

S: "And we should be good to go! It says to go to the Bullheads. I guess we need to fly to our destination."

Oh.

Being thrown into the air in a rickety old bucket of tin and tape. Happy happy joy of joys.

And it's even using magic fucking meth crystals for fuel. My favy gravy.

A: "Great. We're flying there."

Q: "What? Are you scared of a little Bullhead flight?"

A: "Why yes Qrow, I AM scared of being yeeted into the sky on a rickety old pile of tin & tape that use bullshit soul magic rocks as it's main fuel source, all without a reliable tether to the ground. I also happen to fear death."

Q: "...Those are valid points, but couldn't you just spear the ground the moment you fall out.""

I raised my finger to argue.

I thought about what he said.

Then I put it back down.

A: "Okay, fine. But unless you want to be turned into a pincushion holier than Jasmine Christ himself, don't fuck with my while we're on it."

~a couple minutes later~

Alright. It's okay. You can just sleep the whole ride. You won't notice it that way. System, can I just knock myself on command?

Yes. But you might wanna warn your teammates before that.

A: "I am going to knock myself out when we get on this ship.

S: "pff- wait, what?!"

Huh. when did Summer get a water bottle?

A: "I possess acrophobia. I do not like heights."

S: "still, though, why?!"

A: "I won't know that I am too high up if I am unconscious. If I don't know I am up high, I won't start freaking the flat fuck out."

Q: "I was just joking about you being scared. Wow. considering how one of your things was apparently grappling hook lines, it's kinda ironic."

A: "The key word there, Qrow, is HOOK. It is connected to a solid piece of earth, steel, metal, whatever,. Matter of the fact is, It won't become jank easily. A giant piece of metal up in the sky, however..."

R: "We get it, can we just get in already?!"

A: "Okay, okay, geez."

I totally didn't have shaky knees when I stepped in it. No I did not.