….
Paige trod the wooden stage in the classroom. The class had been over for three hours, and there was no sound in the air.
Eventually, she stood still, watching the clouds go by the distant horizon, marred by a large black bird.
…
"-Shadow that lies float—"
Then the sound of loud brushing slid into the air, floating over the words. Paige grimly wiped away the chalk and launched the wood handled eraser into an alcove across the wall.
PHOOF.
It generated a sound akin to a leather hide glove being impacted.
"Hey. Don't just ignore your leader! You have a job to do, Library."
…
Paige stared at the man that just casually caught her eraser.
"Are you serious?"
"Incredibly so!" he said, and threw the eraser into the chalkboard's storage alcove.
…
His smiling face stayed as the alcove fell into the ground.
"What job?" she sputtered.
"Well, it's nothing too difficult. Just some simple cleanup."
Definite yes. It's time to Dewey the hell out of that library.
"You'll never forget where a book is ever again when I'm done," she vowed.
…
What?
'''
Paige started to speed up and head towards the door to start her work as fast as possible. "Wooooah, hold it right there."
… "Please move your arm. I have a library to sort."
Qrow blinked. What are you on right now?
"I mean you're coming with me. We're heading out. Get yourself ready and to the academy gate in five minutes."
…
Paige hesitated, wondering if now was an appropriate time to shed tears, or if she's going to use three of those five minutes to cry a few percentages of her heart out.
No. I need to be professional here.
Her face hit the doorframe with a loud bang.
She picked herself up, and spoke clearly. "I am ready."
… "You're fine going bare hande-"
…
Paige stretched out her hands, opening her fingers as far as she could in a smooth stretch before fluidly double tapping the flesh connecting her wrist to her palm.
A set of two smooth wooden handles appeared in her hands.
She heard him mutter in a small whisper.
"Damn bullshit maidens."
Paige glared briefly. "Rude. You should be well aware I'm not a maiden if I run a co-goodwife parenting diarchy."
… "I am going to assume you are trying to be clever."
"I accept your assumption, and validate it through my superior librarian skills."
"…"
"…"
The two of them proceeded to walk in silence.
In a short while, the duo was out and walking.
"If you're the team leader, who's the other unlucky souls to work with us?"
"Don't insult team Quail. It's a good team."
Quail? How in the world would you make that from a acronym?
Paige chuckled at the idea of how bonkers it would be spelled.
"You're insulting the team."
"I may not be. How is the acronym spelled?"
Qrow's head tilted slightly and he leaned back onto the walls.
"Q.W.A.I."
…
…
…
No.
That… is offensive.
…I fear you spent hours on that.
Booooooooooooooooooo. Booooo.
"Qrow. I veto that name instantly. I'm calling upon the right to defend good taste and literature, and saying that we are not calling ourselves team Quail without a "U"."
She gestured her hand, pointed in objection. "It's team Kawaii. If you do not accept, I will use democracy to outvote you."
He stood, his smug ass watching her attempt at changing his incredible name choice. "I'm team leader, so my vote cancels yours out."
Paige paused for one moment. "You and I are the only two living people in this team?"
"…. Maybe?"
…
…
…
"No reply? Well, then, team Quail's not going to fail this."
…
…
…
They had one of the fastest unanimous agreements in their lifetimes.
Annoying punk. I vote for Paige's option.
I cast my vote for Mrs Woods.
Kawaiiiiiii for the win!
Paige slitted her eyes. "My side still outweighs yours. For one thing, it's just a better acronym. We're kawaii."
"The team has already been chosen as Quail. None of us are kawaii."
"My loving wife sure disagrees with 50% of that sentence!"
…
Qrow sighed. "Let's just do the cleanup already. I already need a drink."
And so, they left, to face the forest and the beasts within.
..
..
She walked through the forest, noting the especially large amount of…
...
Green.
So. Much. Green. It's like the universe saw all the sad dead trees in her life and decided to annoy her by dropping all the good trees into a single damn forest.
It took her a minute or so to realise she still hadn't talked much with this man after the first few days.
…
She was not going to take that chance.
Instead, he did.
"How long does it last for? I mean, from physical contact."
… Blair's power? You know… I don't actually know.
"-ery clearly that you did not even touch one of my nieces, but you still used your ability on her."
Paige thought for a moment. "If I had some of my hair, or breath or sweat, on her; wouldn't that count as activating contact?"
"Nope. Your power is based on physical contact."
"So, then. I just touched all four members, then activated my powers."
Qrow chuckled. "I know full well that they had to go out of their way to get skin coloured leggings and skin hue gloves to fight you. The only person you could have touched the skin of… is none of them. Unless, there was some kind of lack of a limit on how long your power lasts for."
She walked.
"Are you suggesting that I am currently able to control the bodies of an entire class of students, team leader?"
Qrow stopped.
His shoes skidded slightly, then stood still.
"I'm not suggesting, more directly demanding you to tell me."
Paige followed suit.
"It's just bonds. I could touch your coat and use it on you right now. You just assumed skin contact, and I did my best to keep this assumption alive."
…It is skin, though, Paige.
… though maybe anything that shares my soul could do it. After all, you can use it.
…
….
Damn. That… is really brokenly good. Qrow thought sullenly.
"-sn't matter much if I tell you since I'm going to just remove it, anyways."
…
…
…
She's going to explain that later. Nothing's getting her out of that.
Qrow had some practice at burying emotions. Being drunk in a forest full of creatures of someone's nightmares was not a good time to undergo panic attacks, weeping, a drunk-life crisis, or talking with your sister.
He knew of all of these from experience.
So his emotional coping mechanism, since alcohol was off the table, was to shoot them six feet under. If those bullets hit Grimm at the same time…. then all went well.
"Ten."
He called out the position of two shifting shadows and a small crack sounded in that direction. Qrow glanced to the left.
His Quail teammate was staring directly at him.
She lightly tapped her shoulder with her firearm barrel.
The young woman muttered, "Eleven... and 11:45."
They threw their axe and fired a third shell.
He aimed at a third one in the further underbrush and fired a shot of his own. As they looked around for more, he held up a small pouch, preparing to toss it.
"Need ammunition?"
"No. I'm good."
"You're eventually going to need some. Only reloading your weapon when I'm not looking at you isn't a safe option."
He threw the pouch of ammunition as he spoke.
It landed at her feet.
"Are we alone right now?" asked Paige.
Why? This seems like the very very obvious building up to murder scene.
"Why? That seems like a bad idea on my part to say yes, because I only knew you for… a week?" he spoke directly.
Paige threw her axe… again and calmly explained.
"I want to get this done faster, and the more people there are, the more I have to explain about my skills."
…
That's shady as hell.
… Qrow thought about the situation for three seconds.
…
But, hey. At least I can get Port to know his idea worked.
"I say, as long as it is towards the completion of our mission, you are allowed to do what you wish."
"Thank you."
The woman leaned down, and flinched as Qrow gestured at her with a waving finger.
"Tsk tsk! You're going to have to write out what we did during our mission, and hand it in to Oz," he announced. "I'm team leader, but if you're keeping secrets, I'm not responsible for having to explain them if I don't even know what they are, correct?"
…
"Makes sense. I can do that." she replied, then proceeded to blur out of sight.
… and here he was thinking one Maiden had been a problem. This was not going to be fun.
...
Actually, this may get a bit interesting. Fun may be stretching it though. Now… what am I going to have to drink away this week?
Qrow gave a sliver of a smile and wondered how everybody else would feel about this.
Qrow stretched for a brief moment, then jogged further into the forest, keeping a lookout for Grimm having a shitty day, just to make them worse.
…
Paige was running at a rather fast pace.
She gave up the pretending and ran with gold hair streaming behind her.
"Blair. Want to test out the professor's theory?"
No.
A Beowolf was kicked into the air with an axe thrown after it. The thud of metal embedding itself let her know her accuracy was still high.
It dissolved into the earth after gravity decided to help out.
"Why? It's going to get two plans out with one simple technique!"
Her hair shined like a fire, skin flickering as her hand glanced into another creature.
"I touch it."
Darkness.
Mother.
Sand.
Paige ended her momentum, barbed feet twisting, and she launched a cloud of earth into the air.
Toed feet fell, landing a couple of paces back.
The Grimm was blasted into viscera by the hand, and the resulting random velocity flinging it into the forest.
"And you try to control it! Simple, really."
No. I don't want to.
…
"Well that's a bummer," Paige muttered. "Why not?"
Paige felt her mind release a feeling of disgusted horror.
… Ah. Sorry.
Paige stopped, and tried to think of a solution.
"You don't want me to do it, either?"
A low voice muttered through the banter. Throwing you my axe, Paige.
She looked towards the weapon embedded in the earth. "Thanks. Hadn't thought to get it back." she said, reaching out her hand.
The axe re-appeared in her fingers.
"What about just emotions?" she hedged.
But they like negative emotions. We had that point mentioned in today's lecture! Multiple times!
"Good to see you're learning!"
…
Directly controlling them wasn't on the table now… but what emotions worked?
…
…
Sigh. "Plan B?"
Don't change working plans like an idiot?
…
What's that noise?
The quartet spun about trying to locate the sound, most of them wary, and one beginning to fear their inadequacy.
A perfect little chorus of trepidation.
Blair, working in guardian spirit overtime, saw the creature first.
In their research, she knew what the thing was called. She was quite good at reading, after all.
Ursa. Grimm with two significant categories, Major and Minor. This G-
Blair. Off it.
It lumbered into the clearing with steps that shook the ground. It wasn't a major category, but it was still an impressive specimen despite this one fact.
NOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooo. Ican'tdothat.
"Then I'll kill it with Angeline's over the top brutality."
… can I not have to kill it? It may even be a nonviolent creature! It could… just be out for a nice walk or something?
Paige dodged a triple row slash of claws.
… please just work with me here?
"Then you're never going to know what you can do fully."
That's fine.
Paige slitted her eyes, and grabbed the right arm of the… bear. Can we even call this thing a bear?
No. It's not a bear.
"But what if it is? We know there's a few dogs and birds, but what if there's not any bears and these things replaced then?"
No. NO. That's definitely wrong.
….
The trio of spirits were staring, and one…
Blair was hunched into a tight knot.
"That is a thing. It's a thing. That is wrong-"
"Paige. KILL it!" Angeline shouted out.
She grinned, "Eh? You positive about that? It could be out for a walk or something?"
Qrow heard the voice and found her in a pose that appeared to be her arm locking an Ursa Minor. He briefly worried for her safety.
"Heeeey! Qrow!"
She turned and he could see something was wrong. Her forehead was tensed, mouth slightly too wide for a stable face, and eyes…
Guessing a panic attack right there.
"Are you… oka-"
"Hey! Is this a bear?" she shouted out.
… Hmm? That?
"…Yes. Why are you doing that?"
"…I had a good reason for it."
She released her hands and stood still next to the bear.
Qrow started his attack.
The Ursa turned to face him and counterattack.
Paige stood there until they were close enough for the demonstration.
Then she ran.
…
With an echoing crash and a flicker of Aura, Qrow ran into a tree.
Damn I-
"Hello, Mr Branwen. Welcome to our first practical demonstration together."
He glared up at her. "Not a good time for a lesson!"
She leaned down and whispered to him, "Shh. Just watch."
Paige returned to her standing, then walked over to the Ursa.
"As Qrow confirmed, this is a bear-"
She touched the creature's perplexed side.
"Isn't it lovely?"
Qrow watched her in astonishment when her face twitched and stared at him with a grimace barely staying within the bounds of "might be counted as a smile." It was not a pretty look.
"At least it can't get any worse, though." he muttered.
That was when he noticed that she was crying.
Crying.
Firstly: That… is… not normal.
The second and far more important detail is that this coincided with Branwen noticing an extreme shift in her Aura.
As in, she's literally crying her heart out.
You're… seriously making me do this.
"Girl. Can you stop bawling your eyes out and we can go back to the academy?"
…
He hadn't thought it could get even worse, but she fell to her knees and began a full on award winning banshee wail tier caterwaul.
… and her Aura got blasted into a sliver so thin you could cut it with scissors.
Qrow, against his best interests, chose to charge closer to them. Dumbass letting your emotions out… right next to a GRIMM. You're insane.
"Idiot! Now I'm going to have to be protecting your sorry self while you being hell brings it down on us!"
The Ursa didn't get the memo of how to properly act, though. It flinched away from him and slunk backwards while hunching over.
…Huh. Never thought I could put frighten a Grimm on my resume-
…
…
Okay.
This just got much worse…
…
But it's not three.
…
The arms were held out in front of itself, and it quickly tried to extricate itself from the clearing.
He laughed.
"No way, big guy. You're going down. I'm not doing this twice."
A quick sweep of Harbinger removes the arms, and if done properly, it'll also get the chest cut.
Unless… the Ursa blocked.
A paw caught the blade, then it shied back without looking away.
"Fine, be that way."
Two shells.
The Ursa backed away further into the forest and drops down to avoid the gunfire. It hid slightly behind trees. Not enough to block the entire bulk, but enough to count.
This… is far too intelligent.
"You're a smart fellow," he muttered, acting like this was just a rather uncommon experience.
"They're dead, though, Qrow." Woods muttered behind him.
Qrow knew that bit of theoretical reasoning. No Aura means no soul. Thus, they were soul-less creatures, and so lifeless.
It didn't stop them from slaughtering people, though.
"Don't distract me. I know what I'm doing."
…
"I meant the bear."
"It's clearly not."
He heard a sigh and footsteps. "Then just wait for three seconds. It's retreating, anyways. She knows the body won't last long." she muttered.
A quick glance showed that she was now in a much better state than before.
Fine. I'll humor you. It'll die to one good hit anyways.
.
..
…
They stood together and watched as the Ursa tried to creep back further into the woods.
"It didn't work." he noted.
She pointed at the bear after his remark. It had, unusually, collapsed without him doing anything.
"It trippe-" he said, pointing out the thick underbrush.
"Nope."
Watching the telltale sign of a Grimm fade away into darkness, he turned to face her.
"What the hell was that?"
….
uuuuuugh nooooooonooooonoooonooonooonooonooinooonooonoooo.
Paige avoided her mind's horror at a bear-less world.
We already had this conversation, Blair. Bears must be real somewhere.
"I just made them afraid." she explained.
…
Qrow nodded once.
She could do anything to me out here.
…
…
"Mission over."
"What?"
"It's my mission, my rules. It's over now. Port would kill me if I said you slaughtered every Grimm here by giving it a panic attack."
… She didn't reply, lost in thought.
Qrow raised an eyebrow. "Seriously. It even sounds insane. You can probably make a panic attack into a Grimm epidemic. I'm not planning on having to face the fallout of that."
…
Her eyes twitched.
She spoke back in a monotone.
"And you're literally the personification of shitty luck. Do not insult our abilities because of your personal experience."
"Good to see you're in a cheery mood now. I'm going, and you aren't causing death by terror without permission. Permission that I'm not going to give."
"Fine. I hear your explanation and can accept that, sir."
…
…
….
Ozpin was successfully through his current stack of budgetary documents for the week, and was preparing to start on his faculty questions and reports, when he heard a knock on the door.
…"Qrow."
…In the silence he heard the small clicking of the "close door" button getting pushed repeatedly.
"It's an elevator, Qrow. I already knew you were coming up. Just come in."
The doors slid open, his new hire's hand being pulled back.
Ozpin saw the unusual sight of Qrow Branwen sliding into the room, the man carrying his coworker in like an unwilling bag.
"Mrs Woods."
"Headmaster."
Qrow smiled slightly. "I'm dropping her into here so you can be personally told about our mission completion. I'm also hoping you're going to ban her from causing any mental illness epidemics."
…epidemics? I advised him to do a Grimm clearing mission-
He was briefly reminded of something.
Ozpin checked his papers, and didn't need to go far.
The topmost paper was one he hadn't completely gotten to yet from Peter.
"-use her semblance, titled Blood Bond, on a captive Grimm. We cordially request your acceptance-"
He looked up at the duo.
"What exactly did you do?"
…
Ozpin glanced at the window and avoided the knowing stare of Branwen.
She frightened an Ursa Minor.
What did I do to deserve these both at once?
He sighed.
He gave a long sigh.
"Peter's not going to take this happening too well." he noted. "The two of you did completely nullify my plan to have a more open discussion of lecture planning."
The young woman blinked and paled, and he saw that somebody at least partially cared that they had gone against the proper procedures.
"To summarise, Mrs Woods gave an Ursa Minor such…
Ozpin struggled for a second to repeat exactly what he was told.
"-gave an Ursa Minor such a severe mental breakdown that it committed suicide."
…
The room was silent as they contemplated the enormity of what had been said. "Despite this… you say you explicitly did not control it?"
"Yes. I did not control it." Page repeated.
"Qrow. Please let her down. That's an inappropriate action to do to a member of my staff. Then I will have you explain yourself succinctly."
The two of them moved around for a bit trying to readjust, Qrow let go, and Page stood up and went into a militaristic posture of attention.
"Headmaster, I did not control the creature." she recited.
"Why?"
… He looked at her eyes moving a sliver of a millimetre to the left.
…"Because I did not control it. I just applied emotion in my actions to the Grimm."
Ozpin chuckled. That makes it seem like you tried to appeal to the Ursa's heart. Or embrace it.
"I simply gave the Grimm access to a small segment of my life. I, as stated before, had no control of the creature's actions. I just gave it a memory-"
"-and then it chose to kill itself on their own account?" Qrow dryly finished.
"Qrow is correct. I did not suggest they commit suicide. It was just the creature's solution to the problem." she said, gesturing towards him.
"I meant that sarcastically."
Ozpin watched her.
"If you wanted to, could you completely control the Grimm?" he asked.
…
"It could work. I do not want to do so. May I be excused?"
"No."
She whispered a low "Damn it."
"Qrow. You sent me a message about a… problematic detail about your mission. What was that?"
Paige tried to slowly back away from the centre of the room as the two older men spoke.
"She's trying to get rid of her ability."
…
"Her ability to not die when she herself admits she's not as protected as a hunter in training?"
Qrow blinked twice. "Sorry. I forgot the whole thing we did earlier. She's trying to get rid of her other ability."
…
…
Page took another step away.
…
Both men watched her foot fall.
..
..
Ozpin went to grab a drink secreted behind his paperwork.
He drank it slowly, seeing her inch away.
"We cannot knowingly allow you to do what you are planning, Mrs Woods."
"I don't even have everything I'd need to do it, even if I wanted to do it today."
… What would you need to just die? Any method works as long as we don't prevent you.
…
Ozpin was not going to let her out of his sight until he prevented her irrational plan.
"What, exactly, are you planning on doing? Ridding yourself of the maiden's ability is in practical terms, relatively easy."
He saw her eyes twitch again. Anxious, Page?
….
Paige had no clue how to act now.
Pardon? I thought transferring a soul into a physical form was really quite difficult.
That's… He… This man is insulting. Do you know how much effort I made to create my soul techniques? He knows not the ways of my art if he describes it as easy!
Paige restated the urge to verbally tell her to shut up, and took a breath in. They're not going to fully understand it, anyways, so why not?
"Soul transfer." she explained.
Don't you dare explain any details further. This fool will not know anything of my discoveries!
Yeah, yeah. Your secret's safe with me. Nothing bad's going to come of hypothetically discussing soul transferenc-
Ozpin stared into her eyes.
"Will you care to repeat that? I think my ears have been unusually deaf."
"I transfer the soul out of my body. The idea is quite sound."
She covered her heart.
"You get the soul."
She held her hands out.
"You remove the foreign part you don't want."
She ended gesturing like there was a prize behind Qrow.
"Then you transfer it into something else. Boom, Boom, Boom, you transferred a soul."
… Good. You made it asinine enough to prevent them.
…
Qrow looked at her like she was insane.
Ozpin was choking on his drink for that same instant she ended.
He requested clarification on her thought. "Ahem… Have you ever done this transference-"
"No."
..
..
..
"No. I just know the idea behind it. However, according to how your maiden abilities work, it was also done to me, though?"
Ozpin took a slower sip.
"Not in that way. It's… well…"
….
...
"Maiden powers are transferred. Not the soul of the maiden themselves." he clarified, waving away her idea with a waft.
…Page watched Ozpin in confusion. "So…" she began, "it's not like the current maiden has the souls of every previous maiden inside them?"
"No, that would be horrible. The maidens would all have gone mad by now, and that completely ruins the point if they're all mentally unstable. You cannot remove just the specific part of a maiden's soul that has the ability and give it to someone else."
…
Page nodded.
"Mrs Woods. The only way a maiden can remove the powers is to kill themselves. You cannot lose your Maiden's ability."
Her nodding broke and she stared at him.
"Ever." Ozpin added.
Qrow looked up to stare at him for that. "What makes you say-"
Ozpin brought up a calendar, and highlighted the date three days previously.
"Page used her maiden's ability during this spar. Correct?"
They had to agree. Page did use her ability then.
"Then she died, and her Semblance activating led to her waking in her room today."
Ozpin pointed at them both. "Today, after her death, you both requested a meeting with me on the completion of your mission. This mission ended with Mrs Woods using her ability to cause an Ursa Minor to commit suicide."
He clasped his hands, "What does this tell us, Qrow?"
They looked at Page unabashedly. One was comforting, the other repressing confusion.
"She can't lose the maiden's power."
"-She can't lose the maiden's power."
…
Page muttered quietly towards him, "Do you mind if I go now? I should probably talk to Port about his theory being proven accurate."
"You probably should do that."
"Thank you."
…
….
..
Paige went to the elevator. Before she touched the door, she turned around.
"Am I getting paid for this mission?" she asked.
Ozpin quickly nodded and pulled up a window to touch a few small sections.
"I'm also giving you your first week's pay check that I withheld. I couldn't find anything on you having life insurance, but I deemed it wise to not giving you access to the academy's life insurance policy.
He tapped a square with her face twice, and went silent.
Nothing happened.
"You don't have your provisional Lien on you?" he questioned.
… "Guess it's in my room. I'll go get it later."
…
…
"You can go now, Mrs Woods."
"Thank you."
She went into the elevator, and Qrow checked his scroll as soon as she left.
"Qrow. Do you have anything else to say?"
Qrow hesitated, but turned away from the screen, and gazed at Ozpin before opening his scroll.
"Do you think she could do it? The fact that she talked about it so openly is… disturbing." Ozpin mused.
Qrow snorted. "I'm more wondering what her purchases have to do with anything we talked about."
Purchases?
…
"You're monitoring her scroll?"
"She just spent most of her money on a weirdly large amount of dust, Oz. That's just confusing."
… "It appears that you are not unsettled by the fact that this young woman only chooses to not control the Grimm because of personal preference?"
"I… hate to admit it, but I think I can… probably trust her. I hate my ability, and I wasn't forced into having it by, without Aura, killing a trained Maiden that can control the Grimm."
Without Aura? …Ah.
"Peter told you about her experiences, I see."
"He told me about it 'In case I could do anything to try to help her out.' yesterday."
…
"Any clues how this ties into her? It seems unlike them to not keep a young woman that is, for all intents and purposes, a younger version of her." Qrow remarked.
"How many Grimm were in the forest today?"
… "Maybe in the tens. It was quite a low number I noticed."
"I expected more. Nothing's changed, you see."
"You think that she just hasn't discovered them yet? That our new maiden knows of her, and she's unaware of them?"
"It seems… unlikely."
…
Qrow paled for some unspoken thought.
"… What's stopping this young woman from literally being just a younger her?"
Ozpin looked up.
"It's impossible, Qrow. Nobody can do that. I'm positive."
Qrow frowned at that. "I mean more along the lines of being her daughter. Cloning herself seems a bit much."
…
…
…
"No."
…
"Okay, fine. What's preventing Salem from letting this maiden that definitely is not related to her in any way do what she feels like in an attempt to confuse us?"
"Nothing, Qrow. I'm tasking you with continuing to guard her. We are currently giving her asylum.
"You are still aware that she's suspicious."
"Strange choice to put the safety of your nieces into the hands of a person you do not trust." Ozpin noted.
…
…
…
"How the hell did you know tha-"
…
Ozpin pulled up a holographic tab showing a small dot focused over a map of the academy.
He pressed a set of buttons in unison.
"Please enable Maiden-5 Audio Detection."
…
...
The room was filled with quiet humming, interspersed with tapping.
"I see she pays attention to Mrs Schnee's compositions." he dryly said.
With a release of his hand, the audio ended.
Qrow's gaze was wary.
"I'm just being careful." Qrow explained.
"You should work on that carefulness more. I think that, since she seems amicable to us, we will give her the benefit of your doubt."
"Benefit of the doubt."
His gaze focused on Qrow's eyes. "Your doubt, Qrow Branwen. I am doing this because I trust you, and, as we both know, she trusts you. Despite the last time, you are the person for this job. Work on your cynicism more, and we will all be much happier."
"Will do, Oz. Will do."
Qrow glanced down at his scroll again, and winced.
"More unusual spending choices?"
"She… Brothers. She just tried to purchase a live goat."
…
Ozpin broke from his serious admonishment.
"This appears to be turning into a habit with this maiden. She did what?"
Qrow showed his scroll screen. It was opened on a livestock purchasing site. He presumed that Qrow would never personally use a site like this.
"You even have her scroll recorded. Privacy, you have met your nemesis. His name is Qr-"
"GOAT. She bought a goat. She just managed to purchase a GOAT. That is not normal!"
…
"Will you… stop her?"
"No. It's her damn goat. I just gave no clue what in hell she's going to do."
…
"Oh. She's loo-"
Qrow silently turned his scroll off and slid it away.
"She's looking for death records."
…
"Ca… That's her wife. Nope, not dealing with that today."
…
"I suggest you only use this to track her location from now on."
"She bought a ridiculously large amount of dust, Ozpin. I think I should be worried."
"-and a goat." Ozpin added.
"This girl is insane."
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"You can go now, Qrow."
"Is she even allowed to buy livestock?"
"We have a farm. You can tell her about it in your next tour."
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Qrow dusted off his shoulders and left the office.
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