Qrow Branwen [RWBY] (qrow) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-04-12 22:29:00 |
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Getting to his assigned room hadn't been at the top of Qrow's list of priorities. Not even close. First had been checking... No. That was a lie, and Qrow had been dealing with enough of that lately. Too much to be doing it to himself. First had been thinking long and hard about looking for the nearest bar and burying himself in a bottle until he felt numb enough to deal with whatever was going on here. He'd feel better if he wasn't sober. More confident. More like he could handle anything that came his way. That craving was the biggest liar of all, though, and he'd taken himself outside to do the next thing on the list until it faded: checking the perimeter. Figuring out the lay of the land. Making sure that he could still at least change into his bird form, since whoever or whatever had brought him here seemed to have taken Harbinger away while they were at it. Good news was that he could, and he'd been able to get a literal bird's eye view of the place. Bad news was that he definitely wasn't in Atlas anymore. He wasn't even sure he was on Remnant anymore, honestly. Taking a look at the inside of the place had been next, or at least as much of a look as he could get without running into too many people or getting stuck in some kind of conversation. He'd found the bar, turned right back around and walked out with his fists clenched and his teeth gritted. That clawing feeling that just one couldn't hurt was never too far away, but it hadn't been this close in a while. Not since Argus. Not since Ruby had let him know how badly he had failed them. But, unless he'd missed something important, Ruby wasn't here. It was already full dark by the time that Qrow made it to his room with one last, inarguable proof that he was further away from home than he'd realized: the moon was full and perfect, no shattered pieces or drifting space dust. If he had any hope of finding his nieces, figuring out what had happened to them, he wasn't going to be able to do it here and that clawed at his insides just as much as that ever present need for a drink. The room at least was nice. A little warmer and more welcoming than the barracks style lodging James had provided in Atlas. And, unless someone had broken in for whatever stuff the place had provided for him, it seemed to be already occupied. He cleared his throat, not that he thought she would have missed the door opening; it didn't do anything to make the rasp leave his voice. "So we don't get to pick our rooms or our roommates in this joint, huh?" |