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Discussion in 'Cascade Bay' started by Qrow Branwen, Dec 31, 2017.

  1. Qrow Branwen

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    ~December 1st~

    Recommendations of good bars seemed to be split pretty evenly between The Devil's Nest and this particular pub with a less profound title yet a more all-welcoming atmosphere. Qrow's experience meeting the man curiously named 'Greed' who ran The Devil's Nest was not an unpleasant one, but he figured that today he'd give the rival bar a chance before leaving Cascade Bay to return to Pandora Town, only a couple hours' flight away. Being able to fly sure made the world a whole lot smaller.

    Qrow claimed a spot at the bar counter and didn't take long to figure out which drinks were the strongest, ordering a tumbler of each at a casual pace. He had nothing to hurry off to, and was content to spend a good few hours on that stool, observing the space and the other patrons.

    The conversations he happened to overhear were colorful and interesting, reflective on the world as a whole. One conversation between a departing patron and the barkeep was particularly ear-catching, mainly because it seemed that the woman behind the counter had somewhat of an admirable reputation when it came to combat.





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  2. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Jo was sure that this was what her mother had in mind for her growing up. A hub to hunters. Making a difference by being a spot of information and nothing more. After all her mother had retired from hunting after her father had been killed by vampires. She had never actively hunted unless it was something far too close to home and Jo had followed suit. Learning all the steps but never going out for herself until she had met the Winchester brothers. It was all complicated but a lot of Jo's life seemed rather complicated.

    She had stepped into that role since opening the bar though. Actually hunting while running a business turned out to be a near impossible thing. It was easier for her to pass along "information" to others to help situations than it was for the blonde to go out herself.

    "Don't back talk me. Salt. Ghosts don't like iron or salt. You can use it to keep people safe or break the ghosts up as a last defense." The hunter across the bar from her seemed to have issues with what she was saying. He was from a different place but seemed to have similar troubles to Jo's home world. That was always difficult in Pandora. Hunting something that showed all the right signs of one thing, only to be another. "You find the body, you salt the body, you burn the body. Then the ghost is gone." Not always the easiest thing to do but Jo knew that one very well.

    If the man didn't take her advice, that was his choice. She'd mark the ghost on her map though. Follow up on news in the area in a week or two. Ask around to see if anyone had seen Bill lately. If there were still signs of a ghost there and Bill had gone missing, well maybe she'd tip someone else to the area to take care of it. Exactly the sort of thing her mother had done.

    Bill paid for his drinks and left, thanking her for the advice all the same. She started to collect his glasses and wipe down his side of the bar when she realized that the dark haired man sitting next to Bill had been paying attention to the entire conversation. She eyeballed him without any shame, trying to figure out why he had listened. What he was doing there. "Problem?" Maybe he was another man with a problem he didn't know how to fix. Word was getting out that sometimes answers could be found at the Homestead.
     
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    Iron and salt... very peculiar. The ghosts she was talking about probably weren't the mysterious innocent kind that left their surviving family members sweet messages and made people question the possibilities of reuniting with them in the afterlife. No, the type of ghosts she was talking about sounded much more sinister and problematic. Her mention of burning bodies was kind of humorous, in a dark way, seeing that it came from such a young and attractive woman.

    He shouldn't have been that surprised by it. He'd known many a young and attractive young women who knew how to kick some serious ass. Perhaps he smiled to himself more in reminiscence rather than humor. When the patron departed, Qrow was left to listen to silence for a moment-- save for the slipping sound of the barkeep's towels wiping glass-- trying to piece together what he could from what he'd heard.

    She was looking at him. He lifted his eyes, but not his head, meeting her gaze innocently as she asked,
    "Problem?" Assuming she meant it in a defensive way, he lifted one hand in surrender and shook his head no. Sighing and bringing his glass up to his lips, he commented, "That was just... quite an interesting conversation." before taking a sip.

    "You sound like you're pretty knowledgeable about that kinda stuff. You seen a lot of action?"





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  4. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Just being nosy or something else? The blonde wasn't entirely sure what this was. Wasn't sure what it might have been. He had gotten past a few defenses from the doorway, so he wasn't a demon. Already using the silverware that was actually silver. She had a bit of that mixed in with everything. No problems yet and none had happened since the doors had opened.

    And yet she was completely ready for it to happen. At some point there was going to be trouble. At some point she was going to have to defend herself and the people in here from possible threats. Someone would say something to the wrong person and then they'd know where a hunter hub was. Where they could strike back and get some vengeance. And that was an emotion Jo could really understand.

    "Raised in it." That was the best explanation possible. She had been raised in action. "Then I guarded caravans for almost two years in Pandora." That was more than enough experience by any means against a lot of the worst that Pandora had to offer. Bandits didn't give a shit about the rules that the the cities tried to follow. There was a difference.

    "So if you're planning on starting trouble, I'd suggest not. I have a shotgun on this side of the bar within easy reach." She smiled slightly at him. The tone was level and decently friendly despite the fact that it could also be a threat. Or perhaps a promise. Jo was entirely ready to rumble if she needed to.
     
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    Qrow was simply curious and perhaps too careless or insensitive about the secrecy of what he was inquiring about. He definitely had an uneducated idea of what this young woman was capable of, but he didn't purposefully regard her in any disrespectful or underestimating way.

    He had noticed the subtly mismatched silverware, but merely regarded it as ignorance or an honest mistake from whoever had disbursed it, which could have very well been the blonde. Qrow wasn't knowledgeable at all in the world of supernatural monsters, but he knew his metals.

    Raised in action. The dark-haired man nodded, understanding that. "Two years, huh?" He repeated, dreading the fact that he too may be stuck here for years. The huntsman returned her small smile with an even smaller one of his own, holding her gaze to gauge her intent behind the words. A light joke, but one that masked a clear warning. Women often did that; sugarcoat their strength.

    "Not plannin' on causing you any trouble." He shook his head with a slightly more relaxed smile. That didn't mean he wouldn't bring her trouble. But if he did, it would definitely be unintentional. There was a pretty good chance that one of her glasses or bottles were going to break before his departure. A common occurrence in the bars he visited, unfortunately.

    She was a defender, it was plain to see. He would be entertained to see her use that shotgun of hers if anybody barged in here looking for a fight. In a friendly manner, her tilted his head back to gesture at the compacted sword fastened to his lower back. "Ah. I've got one as well." He smirked with a flash of his teeth. It looked nothing like a shotgun, but he couldn't resist the chance to brag about his prized invention. "You wanna see?" The offer was wholly pleasant, as he suspected she was the kind of gal who would appreciate examining such a fine weapon.





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  6. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Two entire years. The blonde had learned a lot of things during those two years as well. Mostly that there were a number of weird things, weird places, and weird people in Pandora. People with all sorts of skills and all sorts of morals. That while there were a number of nice people in Pandora, it would be best if she didn't trust a number of them. Just in case. There were so many crazies in this world that it was better for her to watch out for herself, no matter how nice the other person might have seemed.

    There were always exceptions and Jo had spent a good amount of time considering those exceptions. She had worked with a number of good people in those caravans. Not people that were heroes, but normal people who just wanted to get through life in one piece while they were relatively happy. It helped knowing that there were those people here. Normal sorts that would do the right thing when pushed into a tight spot.

    So the blonde would trust this situation for what it seemed. She was a quick draw regardless, so as long as the man in front of her wasn't entirely superhuman, then she'd be alright. Because she was pretty damn confident in her own skills after being in Pandora for two years. The hunter had handled a number of things that most people had no clue about and she'd continue on that path no matter how difficult that job became. Or if she was also running a bar.

    But then the man offered to show her his weapon. His shotgun. Except from where Jo was standing, that didn't look like any gun she knew. It looked more like a blade handle of some sort. Which meant that it could be something from the future, which Jo was always willing to check out. "Sure. Let's see it." A small smile had appeared on her face while she put her hands on the bar. Just in case.
     
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    Qrow returned her smile, trying to keep his somewhat humble, before casually taking the weapon from his back. He held it parallel to the countertop between them with one hand on the handle, able to support its heavy weight with ease. With a flick of his thumb, he activated a switch that commanded the blade to extend to it's complete and nearly four-foot length, careful not to disturb anything on the counter. He removed his other elbow from the counter to extend his arm to hold it up for her with both hands. "Sword."

    With another flick of a lever and a flex of his wrist, he folded the red handle down until it clicked into a second position, the gears spinning in the joint of the weapon as it internally opened up the chamber for the ammunition. "Shotgun." He smirked, making sure the safety mechanism was secured before letting her handle and inspect it.

    Some other patrons eyed them at the sounds of the device, but soon returned to their own conversations seeing that the bartender was in control of the situation, which wasn't a troublesome one. "It turns into a scythe too." Qrow mentioned nonchalantly as he took another drink. "But you don't get to see that today." He teased, as if she had to unlock the privilege to witness such a marvelous transformation.





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    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Jo had seen a number of interesting things here in Pandora. Interesting weapons as well. She had tried to shoot or handle a few of them, but none of them felt natural in her hands like a gun did. Or a good old fashioned knife. And that was alright because there was more than enough to choose from in Pandora as well. Plenty of "modern" worlds that had similar weapons. Plenty of people knew Colt or Winchesters and Bowie knives. Which had always been a little comforting fact for the blonde.

    So maybe she leaned in a little when he pulled the weapon out. Maybe she was a little curious how a sword handle could be a shotgun. Some neat new tech that someone had figured out here or perhaps it had been some other tidbit from his world, just about impossible to recreate here. Jo had heard of some crazy things floating around, including things like lightsabers.

    Her face drew a touch back when it switched. She had noted that there had been a subtle movement with his hand before it happened, which suggested there was a trigger of some sort. This time she was able to take it into her own hands to get a look at it. Perhaps a little smoother than most weapons she was use to and certainly a slightly different shape, but she could see where the shotgun could be loaded and the like.

    A little bit of a snort escaped the hunter. Unlocked privileges? Alright, so he likely wasn't a threat at all. Just a normal guy. "I bet that's useful in a fight." Being able to change a weapon on the fly like that? Jo wished she had the ability to do that. It would have made life a lot easier when she was dealing with different kinds of monsters on different nights of the week. "But aren't you screwed if you lose that one? I'd have to have at least one set of backup." Jo had several knives on her at all times. It was important to have back up.
     
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    Qrow smirked at her snort, as if she wasn't impressed with him or the weapon. Of course she was impressed. She had to be. She was just trying to act tough. "A bit, yeah." He smiled at her accurate comment. Being able to be versatile in combat was key to winning. Or surviving. "But aren't you screwed if you lose that one?"

    Oh, he'd been disarmed many times. And the number of occasions where his weapon had been damaged or malfunctioned-- he'd lost count. "Well, you probably wouldn't think it just by lookin' at me, but I pack quite a punch." He chuckled tiredly, knowing he was relatively scrawny compared to what you'd picture as the conventional kick-ass hero with all those ridiculous muscles-- but the image of a certain scorpion-tailed vagrant flying across a courtyard with a broken nose made him smile in reminiscent pride. "In other words, I'm not completely reliant on this bad boy."





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  10. Jo Harvelle

    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Jo had seen a lot of interesting things in Pandora. Probably not a weapon that could shift gears in that manner, but some pretty cool looking shit. But she had also seen a lot of terrible things, so they probably evened out. She just felt like there were very few things that surprised her anymore and how could they? Angels. Demons. Vampires. Werewolves. Ghosts. A shifting weapon was cool, just not as startling as finding out that you needed to fight Lucifer in order to save everyone on Earth. Normal things, right?

    "Well, for surviving this place, that's a good thing." She smiled at him but it was obvious that Jo was using only humor here. She didn't doubt his statement. There were plenty of people who could pack a punch. It was more about luck and tipping scales in your favor. Which meant he had just about as much of a chance as anyone else did. Jo only did because she had experience backing her up.

    "Still picking fights with others never works out here. Then you run into people like Superman and that never works out. Or Batman. I've heard both of them are around." Jo had heard of a number of people that she didn't feel like fighting. "Super powers. Secret tech. Things from other worlds we can't possibly know about. Sometimes it seems like us regular folk have less luck with survival here." Because Jo had none of those. She just had knowledge, skill, and whole lot of fucking luck.
     
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    Qrow knew all about luck. All that could ever be known about it was that it was unpredictable, uncontrollable, and more often than not-- unfortunate. But after nearly forty years of living alongside his shadow of bad luck, he'd learned a thing or two about using it to his favor.

    He listened to her talk with the unblinking calmed eyes of a hunter, not knowing whom she was talking about but inferring that they were some sort of comic book superheroes. He took a mental note to remember the names and keep an eye out for them. His nieces might like to meet them one day. Those kids were always reading their silly comic books.

    The bartender considered herself a 'regular folk.' Perhaps even sounded a bit jealous or saddened when she finished her thoughts. "You know... there's nothing wrong with being 'Regular.' Some super powers are simply a curse. Nothing to envy about them." He muttered before taking another gulp of his drink.





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    Jo Harvelle Supernatural

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    Envy them? No Jo didn't exactly envy people with super powers. She really did miss her ring though. That Green lantern ring had sort of been something else. Like Jo was still Jo... just something extra on top of it. The blonde had liked that. She had liked that a lot. She had been able to do so much more. But her ring hadn't been the only one and there had been a number of people who had gotten similar ones as well that were up to no good. Jo had taken care of them as she had been able to. That was how she had met Octavia.

    "I don't envy them." There was a smirk on her lips as she said that. Mostly because she didn't at all. Jo knew how to handle a wide variety of supernatural sorts. There was more than enough room for a regular person to handle herself out there. "But some people are obsessed with it in a way. How long you been here in Pandora?" She switched the questions more on him than what they had been talking about. It would give her a gauge on what odd events he might have been seeing around Pandora.

    She did nod over to one of the other serves in the area, indicating she wanted the man to take over tending the rest of the bar. This conversation had gotten a little too interesting for Jo. She wanted to figure out who this guy was and why he was at her bar. If only because she could.
     
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