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genessia2017-12-27 07:34 pm
bornunlucky) wrote in genessia2017-12-27 07:34 pm
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Who: Jaune and Qrow
What: Qrow finds Jaune camping in Nova City
When: Now
Where: Nova City Park
Warnings: to be added
Qrow had been spending a lot of time in Nova City these days between knowing that Yang lives here and his natural curiosity to explore this high-tech city full of interesting creatures and weapons. Yet today was the first time he visited the Nova City Park.
He was still a little disgruntled as he wandered the park, annoyed about a confrontation with a barkeeper who'd kicked him out when he'd said he'd either be coming inside with his scythe or not at all. Turned out not at all really meant not at all around here. Oh well.
The park was rather boring to someone used to exploring a Grimm-infested wilderness, and yet one thing quickly caught his attention. A tent. It was a curiosity, and he liked curiosities.
He approached, scythe shouldered, poking around curiously while, well, not exactly trying not to disturb the owner, but also trying his best not to make too much of a nuisance of himself. That was very polite, right?
What: Qrow finds Jaune camping in Nova City
When: Now
Where: Nova City Park
Warnings: to be added
Qrow had been spending a lot of time in Nova City these days between knowing that Yang lives here and his natural curiosity to explore this high-tech city full of interesting creatures and weapons. Yet today was the first time he visited the Nova City Park.
He was still a little disgruntled as he wandered the park, annoyed about a confrontation with a barkeeper who'd kicked him out when he'd said he'd either be coming inside with his scythe or not at all. Turned out not at all really meant not at all around here. Oh well.
The park was rather boring to someone used to exploring a Grimm-infested wilderness, and yet one thing quickly caught his attention. A tent. It was a curiosity, and he liked curiosities.
He approached, scythe shouldered, poking around curiously while, well, not exactly trying not to disturb the owner, but also trying his best not to make too much of a nuisance of himself. That was very polite, right?