Maybe not quite yet...

“Qrow. So unlike you to show up without making a scene first… What has occurred, my old friend?” Comes the gentle remark of one Ozpin, ancient wizard and reincarnating pain in the ass for a certain psychotic immortal goth.

“Found something that would interest you… and could be the turning point in this shadow war we’re fighting.” Qrow hums out, almost too pleased with himself. See, on his way up Remnant's slowest elevator, he decided to fuck with the book some more.

“New Rule: Qrow will get an anonymous tip on any and all current allies of Salem, including name and location.” He had to admit, he might not be the brightest sword in the armory, but he could be clever at points in time.

“Oh, and do tell,” Ozpin began, folding his fingers together and leaning onto the desk. “What exactly did you find?”

Qrow reached into his jacket, and instead of his usual flask or a scroll, he deposited a slip of paper onto the desk. Not one from the Rulebook, thank the Brothers, but it did contain several names. Hazel Rainart, Tyrian Callows, Arthur Watts, Cinder Fall, Mercury Black, and Emerald Sustrai were all scribbled onto it in his own messy handwriting, which Ozpin took a minute to decipher what his ‘bird scratch’ meant.

“Qrow… this is a list of names. Several of which are either dead or criminals on the run.” Came the blank retort of Oz.

“Not just any names, Oz, they are the names of Her inner circle members. And right next to them is a bullet point list of their last known locations.” Qrow declared, smirking. Ozpin’s eyes widened behind his glasses, as he snatched back up the paper and studied it, hard.

“Well… this changes a lot. It might not win us the war… but I can safely say we won a few battles before we even fought them, now. Thank you, Qrow.” The older man mulled for a moment before nodding to the younger Branwen twin. “Take the next week off, but stay close if I need you for a mission. Your nieces are indisposed on their own mission, so I doubt you’ll be able to spend time with them, but I am sure you’ll be able to entertain yourself somehow while on school grounds.”

Qrow groaned internally, but waved off the wizard as he sculked back into the elevator. He got a week’s vacation, sure, but he had to stick around the damn school. No booze, no bars, and gods forbid he look at a girl’s ass. Most of them are old enough to be his own child, and he isn’t exactly looking for the daddy/little girl kind of hook ups, not to mention they are the classmates of his nieces, which makes it all sorts of wrong.

Qrow grimaces, closing his eyes and shuttering. Gods, his flask won’t be enough, will it?

Speaking of the heavenly iron container holding the nectar of the gods, he reaches for his flask, only for it to slip from his fingers as he pulls it from his vest. Slumping with a sigh, he bends down to grab it from where it skidded to in the elevator.

He barely processes the ding of the elevator, or the opening of the doors, and the person entering doesn’t notice the normally tall man hunched over, too busy going over her scroll and some documents. Regardless of it being simple bad luck, or Misfortune, the two individuals collide.

“Dammitall.” Qrow cusses, trying to prop himself up from his fallen position, only to be blocked by a rather… soft… obstacle…

“Fuck.” Was all that Qrow managed to get out before the sight of a pair of large breasts, clad in a white blouse, was replaced by a glowing, purple fist.