Before we decide on that...

Wait… this can change any rule… matter, laws, physics… biology and souls don’t seem that unlikely, or at the very least, reality.

Qrow snatches up the pencil, and quickly scribbles down into the notebook.

“Old Rule: Qrow Branwen’s semblance is Misfortune. He can either passively or actively make his enemies or those he wishes harm get rotten luck, or make ‘happy accidents’ happen around him. He can also turn on or off his semblance at any point in time.” He scratches out, before sighing as he can feel his semblance relax… causing a massive weight that clung to his shoulders to be let go.

He looks at the book once more… before shrugging and writing out a few more rules, just to make sure he kept hold of this book.

“Old Rule: Only Qrow Branwen can see or write in this book, unless he gives permission to someone to do so.”

“Old Rule: Qrow Branwen can summon the book to his hand whenever he wants. Should he leave the book alone for over an hour, it will teleport to a pocket dimension where it will be safely stored.”

“Old Rule: Salem will never know about this book or its abilities, nor will her subordinates.”

Another sigh of relief escapes Qrow. Having secured the book for the time being, he slipped it into his vest pocket, and stood up, dropping a 10 lien card onto the table to pay for the coffee, before grabbing the muffin and wandering out of the café.

“Guess I’m heading to Beacon… if nothing else, I should see what kind of effects I can make on the world in a safe environment.” He muses, trudging along the street into an alleyway, his sights set firmly on the massive ivory tower looming over Vale.