Pyron and Ying lay in their dorm room, relaxing. They both had on Beacon shirts and sweat pants. All of Yings stuff had been put up in a corner, a plethora of swords, axes, hammers, rifles, pistols, machine guns, and many others. All immaculately cleaned, polished, and oiled. His armor sat on a stand, again, cleaned, polished, and oiled to perfection. The only thing out of place was his trench coat, which lay at the feet of the armor stand.
Pyron's armor sat on a stand, with his blade next to it, leaning on the wall. "So, what'd you come 'ere for again?" ask Ying, for the fifth time that day. Yes, he actually kept track. "And don't say it was Grimm invasions, paying me a visit, scoping the new competition out, girls, or to see the headmaster. Simply because you don't EVEN KNOW HIS DAMN NAME!" shouted Ying. "Of course I know his name." relied Pyron, looking a little insulted. "His name isss... Uhh... Ironwood?" he tried. Ying just shook his head in disappointment.
"His name is Ozpin, and he'd like to see you." a slurry voice said from the door. Qrow was standing there, looking at Pyron. "Me?" ask Pyron, standing. "You're the Firebrand, aren't you?" ask Qrow. "I'd prefer not to be, but I have been given that name, yes." replied Pyron. The room was silent for a minute. "Well, Ying, I must be off. The great and powerful Oz beckons." Pyron said, getting off his bed and walking to the door. "Hey, Pyron." "Yea?" "Word of advice, NEVER call him that. he will kill you." said Ying, sitting up on the side of his bed. "Thanks, I won't" Pyron assured Ying, walking past Qrow out the door.
The door closed behind Pyron, Qrow still in the room. Qrow took a seat beside Ying, pulled out his flask, and went to take a drink. It was empty, however. Ying saw this, reached under his bed, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. Qrow accepted, and downed a couple gulps, shook his head, and handed it back to Ying. Ying took a drink as well, screwed the cap back on, and put the bottle back under his bed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. It had been at least four years since Ying and Qrow had been talking in person, if not longer. Ying had added a chin strap to his beard since then, and Qrow had darker circles under his eyes. He looked like he needed a victory, and Ying was determined to see that happen. "You know why you're here, right?" ask Qrow, getting right to business. There would be time for being family later. "To help protect the tournament?" said Ying. "These rooms are soundproof."Said Qrow out of the blue, but it made all the difference to Ying.
"I'm here with my men to protect against the impending doom of Cinder. Is that what you're looking for?" ask Ying, looking at Qrow with a hard expression. Qrow just nodded, looking more forlorn than before, if that was possible. There was another silence as they thought about what was to come. They had their hands full as it was, without this huge threat. Ying was wishing he could've brought his entire two thousand garrison, but they were needed up North. Five hundred would have to do. It would be a hell of a ride.
"I've got a couple missions for you. One a joint mission with Pyron and your men. The other confidential between me and you. Here are all the details you'll need. Time to get warmed up. You've got your work cut out for you. Both with covert missions and your cover of hunting Grimm." Qrow told Ying, handing him two papers. "And, in a couple days, we'll go out drinking. I'll drink you under the table this time, you young bastard." Qrow laughed, standing. "Not a chance old man." relied Ying, chuckling a little as Qrow walked out.
Pyron came back to the room holding a packet in his hands and looking at it. Ying quickly put his covert ops paper under his bed. "What's that?" ask Ying, pointing to the packet in Pyron's hand. "It's my mission." said Pyron. "So you're staying at Beacon for a while then?" ask Ying. "It appears so." Said Pyron, "I can't wait to meet all your friends. I'm going to tell them the story of when you got pinned by a beowulf." said Pyron, smirking at Ying. "Real funny." Ying deadpanned, :Should I tell them about the time you got showed up by your sister?" ask Ying, smirking even more than Pyron did a second ago. Pyron seemed to space out for a second. "So, the beowulf?" ask Ying bringing Pyron back to the land of the living, "Is safe in my memory only. Shall we get some sleep?" Pyron ask, putting his papers on the desk in their room and stretching a little. "Sound good." replied Ying, turning off his lamp, plunging the room into darkness and pulling the light covers over himself.
