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The woman gave a brief glance over her shoulder, but she quickly lost interest before she could actually see him and went back to her glass. In all the time he's known this woman, she never drank unless it was on occasion. Sitting on a stool and downing an entire glass of whiskey was a familiar woman in red armor and jet-black hair, a katana sitting comfortably at her hip. A few of those stains looked red.Д«ehind the counter was the bartender, who's face seemed flushed and sweaty while he absent-mindedly cleaned a glass cup. There were uncleaned stains on the floor as well as on the wall. A fight had occurred recently, evident by the demolished chairs and tables that were scattered across the room. There were pools of unknown liquid soaking into the wooden slots that made up the floor, discarded food rotting away in between cracks and grooves. It was practically empty in spite of the fact that it was night time a perfect time for anyone and everyone to get wasted, himself included. Hand still on Harbinger, he entered the bar. His nose wrinkled in disgust when he smelled bile and something rotten flooding his nostrils.

Qrow eventually arrived at his destination. It was hard for people to not know who she was, considering there were more than a few wanted posters of her plastered across the wooden billboards in Mistral. She also didn't do anything that would put her at risk. And even then, she only strayed as far as the outskirts of Vacuo's neighbors. The shabby man was interested in knowing why she was in Vacuo, when she almost never left Mistral on account of her 'family.' When she left, it was usually because something had caught her interest or because there was something that that she thought would be beneficial for the tribe. She made no moves, but her appearance was well-known to both Ozpin himself and Qrow. In this settlement, there was apparently a woman who had threatened the local bartender, and she hadn't left since. One report that Ozpin gave him made him a little interested. He searched everywhere, with Vacuo being his latest stop. It was just another instance in which Qrow cursed his Semblance.Д«ut back to the point. A few months ago, he ran into Salem's adorable brats.Дownside was that Amber was now in a coma. Most of them tended to be a bust, but he had some success lately. Reports of mysterious figures, leads on the Maidens, stuff like that. The usual stuff that needed to be investigated. Ozpin had asked him to look into something. The only reason Qrow was still in Vacuo was because he was finishing up his errand. What wouldn't he give for some quality time with a cute girl that would be willing to put up with an old geezer like him? Scratch that last part, though. One hand was close to his flask and the other was firmly held on the grip of his Harbinger, ready to whip it out at a moment's notice. Qrow thought as he walked through the somewhat vacant streets of one of the many settlements near the Huntsman Academy.

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Only good thing in Patch is Firecracker, Ruby, and the Headmistress. It was also why he was in Vacuo and not back at Patch, working as a teacher. That there was something worth protecting. Given his upbringing, who would want to protect people who were weak? But as time went by, he started to move past that mentality and look at the bigger picture. Originally, Qrow Branwen didn't enjoy that prospect. The next generation of warriors who would defend humanity from the Grimm.

One of the prestigious combat academies meant to train the next generation of Huntresses and Huntsmen. The only real place with any sort of order was Shade Academy. It didn't matter if you were Faunus or Human. There was an unwritten rule in the kingdom that, if you could survive here, you were welcome here. Not because of the Grimm who hid beneath the sand or roamed the desert in search of their next meal, but because of the lawlessness that was the many settlements scattered across the deserts of Vacuo. In the present day, out of the four Kingdoms that dotted the continents of Remnant, Vacuo was considered to be the most dangerous place to live. Sadly, these beautiful patches of safe haven had all dried out when Mantle had invaded and turned Vacuo into one giant mining operation, drilling and mining for valuable resources. Of course, this was assuming the Grimm did not come for you while you were resting. It's said that one could feel at peace at these momentary safe havens, for rich springs of water offered reprieve for wary travelers. At some point in time, many years ago, it had oasis' scattered across its vast desert. That made my love so high and me so low.' I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe, 'A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride, This fanfiction is written by fanfiction user I am but two days old, who gave me permission to post this story on Spacebattles.

Shock doctor trash talker molding instructions