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[ school is back in session— or at least, it just seems like it. the higher-ups call it formal training just so nobody gets rusty with their fighting skills. and for those who don't think they can fight well? they can make sure their skills get polished in these "formal training sessions".

the agent they've assigned to do the teaching is none other than qrow branwen, a level 4. for those who have been around for while, they'll have certainly heard of qrow. he has a reputation for a lot of things: being an alcoholic, fighting while drunk, taking on warrants while drunk—why are all of these done while he's intoxicated. . . and yet, despite his lack of sobriety, he's considered an expert fighter. although why he's never been promoted despite how long he's been working as a killjoy is talked about whenever he's around.

one of the rooms in the rac cruiser has been reserved for the entire day just for qrow branwen and anybody else who decides to show up. anybody who does show up to spar or just get into a fight would have to wait a while, though. qrow's arriving late.

there seems to be a crow perched atop one of the machines, though.]

. . . how'd you get in here?

[ it's a mutter, disbelieving, about two minutes after keith ducked into the room to discover that it's deserted. so much for training with others -- but at least there's still the tech. keith folds his arms, stares at the bird, then tries shooing it off the top of the machine. ]

You know, some of the people around here are supposed to eat crows.

[ just for that, the crow's eyes begin to glow red and caws at keith. it even hops closer to keith, almost as if it wants to attack. ]

[ is he going to have to fight a bird.

because he's fought smaller and less existent things, and his fists are definitely up. in what passes for crowfighting position around these parts, i guess. ]

[ he just might...!

because the crow definitely looks aggressive, cawing as loudly as it possibly can before it spreads its wings and takes flight.

it circles keith for a good few seconds until a cool, raspy voice speaks up. ]

Are you high? [ the bird swoops down and lands on qrow's shoulder (this might get confusing) before it flies back to the machine it was nesting on earlier. ]

That's yours?

[ at once, he whirls; it's a moment longer before his wrists drop. but don't answer that, just let keith's incredulity steamroll through. ]

What're you doing, bringing a pet to headquarters?

[ he taps his temple a couple of times. qrow doesn't seem to be interested in moving from his spot by the door just yet. let him chill. ]

If you looked at it properly, you'd notice that it's not a real animal.

[ it does look real, though! and as if to spite keith even more, the bird caws at him. ]

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[ he looks at the crow

and right back at qrow, dead-eyed. ]

I'm not sure you know what a real animal looks like.

You really think the higher-ups would've allowed me to bring a "pet"?

[ he even does the airquotes to help prove his point. ]

It's electronic.

[ he walks further into the room, hands in his pockets. he stops by the desk and sits on it. ]

But I guess a Level One wouldn't know right away, huh?

[ wow. that hits home. ]

How would ranking up teach you how to spot a robot? Did they mod you with magnets?

[ it should! qrow is a dick. ]

You gotta be sharper's what I'm saying. And no, they didn't mod me with magnets. [ he lets out a soft "psh" at that, then chuckles. ]

So, what're you here for?

. . . the posting said they were holding formal training in this room.

I thought they'd send people who knew what they were doing.

[ if qrow were his younger self, that would have definitely provoked him. thankfully?! he's... a lot more mature in other ways, now. ]

Been doing this for years, kid. I'm pretty sure they know that I know what I'm doing.

[ he stretches his legs and hops off the desk. ]

Why don't you show me what you've got?

[ well, that deserves a flickered look, head to heels. qrow slouches like a lush (and frankly has the haircut of one) -- but nobody bribes their way to level four.

his heels shift apart by degrees, steadying. ]

Is it gonna be just you, or you and the crow?

Just me.

Got a problem with it?

[ his lips curve into a small smile, though. as far as he's concerned, they've already started. ]

Not if you're any good.

[ but okay. there's only one way to learn how good qrow really is, and it isn't by holding still. quick on his feet, keith charges -- sweeps low for a kick an instant before the expected impact. it's a fairly low-level killjoy style of fighting: weaponless and kick-heavy, all the simple practicality of a boy who learned his tactics by watching bar brawls, milking the advantage of being the lighter one for all the dexterity he can get.

the question's how long they can make this last. ]

[ qrow's been drinking at one of the less hyped bars at leith. he does actually like going to the noisier bars. the young people are noisy, sure, but it always makes for good fun when he's in the mood. right now, though, all he wants is a quiet place to get drunk in. somewhere where he won't be bothered.

but things don't go that well! a few people who have gotten drunker than he has (miracle) has been harassing one of the waitresses. it was something he could ignore at first, but eventually, he just couldn't anymore. also? he could end up getting a prize when the night ends—wink wink.

the door is sent flying from the inside when one of the drunk leithians get thrown against it. the other drunk comrades follow, and then they scamper to leave the bar entirely. qrow makes sure to follow them outside, in case the fight escalates. he certainly doesn't mind continuing beating them up.

it seems that it's not needed, though. and it seems that somebody's just about to enter the bar when those leithians ran away.

his eyes slowly roll upwards from the certain somebody's legs to her head. one his eyes make contact with hers, he arches an eyebrow. ]

Want a drink? [ the "cutie" follow up remains unsaid. ]

[ noise and fire — these things are not at all foreign to qrow, growing up where he did. hearing about the attacks in leith awakened something in him, and he at least wanted to see the situation. doing something about it would be a different story entirely. after all, he might be wrong in his guess on who's been starting these fires.

together with a level 3, he set out to leith after taking on a warrant. he could definitely do this on his own, but there was something about how he should try to get to know the other agents considering he's been working along for so long. it's a load of bull.

he looks over at his assigned partner, eyes drooped and he looks like he could fall asleep at any time. this is actually really boring. he was hoping that this farm would get attacked by now. (that is also a bad thing.) ]

Hey, kid. I got a job for you. [ and if prompto decides to spare some of his time for qrow's... stupid shit, he continues: ] Go look for that other kid—the one who showed us here.

[ he's so bored... maybe that rich guy could prove to be entertaining. ]

[ AWESOMEEEEE

QROW THE IMMORTAL HAS TRUSTED PROMPTO WITH SOMETHING!!! ]

Aye-aye, boss man! Are you gonna be here? D-Do you want me to bring anything back? Or are you gonna meet us at... where, where I find him. I should probably go, right?

[ Backing away now, kind of tripping, etc. ]

[He's got a vested interested in protecting his land, obviously. Not just for his sake, but for the workers as well. Unrest here will mean trouble for everyone, and just because things have been relatively quiet for him doesn't mean that they'll stay that way.

Still, the extra security doesn't hurt, and well-qualified RAC agents are worth the money.

They might have some odd habits, too, if what he's watching is any indication. Perched as he is atop several stacked crates of unprocessed hokk, bare feet kicking against the sides, he has a perfect view of the senior agent saying something important to the younger one. Whatever it is, it's enough to make him scurry away. That might not be a good sign.]

Huh... I hope everything's okay.

[Of course, now he's got to hop down and find out himself. If he's lucky it's nothing, but the sooner he has an answer, the better.]

[ qrow wouldn't judge prompto if he were a level 2. definitely no judging if he were a level 1, but he's a level 3 and he just seems so... out there? then again, the rac wouldn't have promoted him to where he is now if he wasn't capable of certain things!

what an odd guy. ]

Maybe the guy's got some stuff I could read, that's all. [ see: he's bored. they've been at one of the warehouses for a while now, and he's been sending his a.i. bird to fly around the farm every few minutes to check if there's any suspicious activity.

nothing so far! ]

I've run out of videos to watch on the network.

Reading material, copy that.

[ If he's acting like a level 2 then it's because that's exactly what he was a week ago. As far as capabilities go, he's always been good at being told what to do, which is why he follows Qrow's request diligently and approaches Corrin's hokk stash. ]

Helloooo? Oh man, I forgot to ask what kind of material--!

[Oh, maybe they came to find him to report something. That would make sense. Luckily, he's noticed Prompto coming his way, and they hopefully won't end up going in circles.

He pokes his head around a stack, catching sight of Prompto looking around.]

Hello? Is everything alright?

[ not that qrow needed permission to take out his flask, because he didn't, and he still doesn't. he's still sober enough to care about that kind of thing, though, which is why he only takes it out when prompto's gone.

this is where the real party is at!! ]

Yeah, no-- yeah! It's all good, it's just... do you, this is gonna sound weird-- do you have anything to... read?

[ ...... ]

A-Actually, I think Qrow just had some questions for you. Do you wanna come with me? [ please say yes ]

[That's... that's not what he was expecting at all. Is reading really the best use of their time? Shouldn't they be working?

He can't pass up the chance to share some of his library though, as he does have quite the collection.]

I'd be happy to come with you, if he has questions. [Lead on, Awkward Killjoy.] As for books-- let's see, I've got biology, taxonomy of species native to both Leith and Qresh, poetry, drama, history, grammar...

[He's just going to keep listing books until he runs out of things to name or someone stops him.]

[ they are working!! well. he is, anyway. he doesn't know about prompto.

by the time prompto and corrin arrive, though, qrow's comfortably seated with his legs crossed. flask on one hand, and he seems to be talking to somebody on his phone. though once he realises he's not alone, he drops the call and puts his device back in his pocket. ]

So. What's up?

[ qrow, you're the one who wanted corrin here... ]

[ Prompto takes a photo of Qrow sitting with his legs crossed and a flask in one hand. He used the black and white filter.

...He looked cool, okay. ]

[ Back to work-- ]

Look, Qrow, I found him! [ And then he leans in to Corrin, whispering. ] That's Qrow Branwen, he's the best.

[ BEST AT WHAT?! ]

[He takes a moment to blink back and forth between Prompto and Qrow. So professionals can act like this too, huh.]

I'm a little confused. [To put it mildly. Especially because yes, he knows who Qrow is since he's the one that put out the warrant for help. Despite how strange this is, he smiles politely.]

There was a mention of books, or other questions... Is there something I can do to help you gentlemen out?

[ hm. how do you even put into words that you're bored and you want something entertaining to do? ]

I'm looking for something entertaining to do.

[ (please note that qrow never really thought about a way to say it nicely.) ]

[ AHHH!! Why is Prompto forced to be the responsible one...!! ]

What... what Qrow's trying to say is... well, everything's under control, really! So there's no need to be worried right now. Basically if this were a dungeon, he'd be over-leveled -- y'know, that kinda thing.

[ He fidgets with his camera a little more, realizing that he's not making it sound any better. Still, he has a burning need to feel useful, which leads him to an idea-- ]

Oh, how about a cool selfie?!

[None of this is helping him feel all that confident, honestly. He's got a vague idea of what Prompto's talking about, and it is reassuring to hear that there isn't any threat to his land at the moment.]

Al... right. Thank you for keeping me updated. [At least one of these guys appears to be working. Sort of.]

I don't suppose a selfie could hurt before you get back to work.

[ qrow is working!!! nobody just gets to see him do it!! ]

Over-leveled and bored. [ just correcting you there, prompto. and he doesn't even care if he's being rude or not!!

as for the cool selfie thing, qrow just purposely ignores it. he's... not going to join in. thanks. ]

[ Uh-oh... Qrow didn't address his cool selfie idea. The other guy doesn't seem too enthused either despite agreeing to it. ]

Heheh, come onnn, it could be fun!

[ ...for about 40 seconds. ]

Hey! I'll even set it up on a tripod and a timer, we can all do our best action pose. Qrow's Angels, right? ...No? We don't have to call it that.

[What. What?

He stares, trying to figure out if they're doing a comedy routine or something, but no, it seems like they're both quite serious about being ridiculous and earnest at the same time. The fact that Prompto seems bent on being so into the idea of a picture is endearing though, so he laughs softly and shakes his head.]

As long as we don't have to call it that, I'm still in.

[He glances at Qrow in all his flask-wielding glory.] We can always take another with everyone some other time, I'm sure.

[ the kid has a tripod... why

and he seems so eager, too. qrow's not about to bend himself backwards for prompto, but he decides to reconsider. ]

Alright, just one quick pic.[ knowing his luck, the tripod break before the photo takes, or a cat passes by and knocks it over. who knows!!

he gets up from his comfy seat and caps his flask. then he looks around for a spot where they could... "pose".

as far as he's concerned, all he has to do is stand still and something will happen. ]

[ Prompto fistpumps as silently as he can, but he really can't hide his excitement. His first warrant as a level 3 is about to be immortalized in a photo!! ]

Don't worry, I shoot as fast as I shoot with my gun! Seriously, it'll be done quicker than you can say... bust-a-base! [ Whatever that means.

Also he lied, give him a minute to set up the tripod. ]

So, what's the most dynamic spot here? [ He figures Corrin would easily know of a good place to take the picture from. ]

[Thank the Trees, Qrow is joining in, so Corrin won't have to feel as silly taking a picture with people he barely knows. It sounds interesting, but he imagines that impromptu picture taking isn't something that happens with other people too often.

He still has no idea what Prompto is talking about, either.]

Dynamic? [It's a fairly standard hokk plantation, so 'dynamic' doesn't really describe the area at all.]

I suppose the treeline is as exciting as it gets for other people. [Sorry, Prompto.] But if it's a picture to remember today by, I think it will be good enough if all of us are in it together.

[ corrin, that is sentimental and gross. ]

I don't think working with people I barely even know is worth remembering.

[ I'M SORRY. ]

[ Prompto finishes setting it up, not letting Debbie-Downer get to him. ]

Well, I'm totally gonna remember this! It's gonna be my new wallpaper, I've already decided. So, look alive you two!

[ He runs to their position and gives both Corrin and Qrow a playful slap in the back. Get ready! ]

[Qrow really is Debbie Downer, and Corrin just gives him a Look at saying something so rude. He leaves it at that, since at least he's cooperating enough for now.]

... Wait, really, your wallpaper?

[He's so surprised by the fact that anyone would want that and the casual contact from Prompto that his expression is somewhere between bewildered and happy.

Definitely a flattering face for a photo.]

[ qrow originally had no plans to smile for the photo, and the slap on the back made him even more certain that his plan was right. ]

It's probably just going to be his wallpaper for a day, kid. [ so... it's not so creepy!

in any case, when the photo is taken, his arms are crossed and he looks bored yet imposing. how that can happen, who knows. but that's the thing!! ]

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( shoutout to my homies. )

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