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    Sephiroth had come upon the ranch by coincidence several days ago, but he had been lingering for some time. There was an element of peace about the place that put him at ease for once, and the SOLDIER was content to stay for as long as his welcome extended. Given his ability to lift immense weights and work tirelessly for hours on end, he was being altogether welcomed with open arms for the time being.

    This afternoon, Sephiroth was sitting in the soft green grass outside the main pasture, watching with some amusement as the horse he had accidentally commandeered from a bandit attempted to impress the larger Lon Lon horse's, who seemed to regard her with some disdain. But she didn't give up, and seemed happy to graze as close to the more attractive horses as they would allow.

    In his arms, Ugly Cat rumbled a purr with spittle foaming up all over his squat face and his snaggle teeth exposed to the sunshine. His misshapen front paws restlessly kneaded the open air while Sephiroth scrubbed a finger beneath his chin, carefully avoiding the worst if the dribble.

    And on either shoulder, cooing under the attentions of his other hand, were two splendidly plump cuccos who had been following Sephiroth around since dawn, attracted by the bits of toast he had dropped while heading out of the farm house. Over time they had gone from milling around his feet to riding comfortably on his shoulders.

    He didn't mind. Their feathers were soft.

    The other cuccos were nearby as well, but they seemed more skittish, eyeing Sephiroth warily whenever he so much as turned to look at them. Still, they liked him better than whoever was approaching from behind, as he could hear the entire flock starting to garble restlessly.

    "I'd let them move in their own time, if I were you." He advised politely, turning his head to address the newcomer.

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    Apparently this ranch had appeared in Pandora before, and Qrow had taken up a very well-paying errand boy mission posted by some old sage who was desperate to obtain the milk produced and sold here. The glorified grocery run made little sense to Qrow, but he wasn't going to turn down an easy side-job that paid more than a mercenary gig. He'd purchased a whole crate of the cream-filled jars, and was on his way back to the entrance when he peered around the box to notice that the pathway was blocked by a slew of white chicken-like creatures pecking at an opened bag of feed that had spilled across the ground. "Go on." He grumbled to the birds, adjusting the box and craning his neck to see around it as he began to make his way through the grounded flock.

    They did not want to move and he could only carefully step around them for so long before he became stuck in the center of their small sea. Sighing loudly, he shifted the box up on one shoulder, using his aura to keep the heavy thing light enough to maneuver as if it was Styrofoam. "Move, you dumb birds." He grumbled louder with authority as he nudged one aside with his foot. They responded with a collective shifting and a warning squabble, but he gently nudged another one aside and continued making his way through the white swamp of plump poultry and ruffled feathers. They weren't too pleased by his rudeness, but he figured they'd get over it soon enough. No bird, no matter how domesticated, behaved with such stubborn royalty as these birds.

    A deep voice made him pause amidst the sea of disturbed squabbles, and he looked up to see a woman-- no, a man-- sitting with a cat and two more chickens a little ways off. "Are you seeing this? They don't move!" He called back, justifying himself with the absurdity of their entitled behavior. The huntsman continued shuffling through them with a downward warning growl. When he had a window to do so, he kicked some spilled feed over in another direction, and the birds scuttled after it and cleared a little more of a pathway for him. "Finally." He sighed, marching forward again-- and tripping over one last chicken that darted across his path."Shit!"

    He caught himself on his next step easily enough, but the bird floundered on its side with a loudly pained squawk as if it had been shot. Whatever guilt and concern Qrow felt was soon gone as the entire flock turned to look at him simultaneously, as if choreographed by a horror movie enthusiast. The fallen bird blubbered (or laughed?) and stood up again, tucking his feathers neatly as if he was proud of his little performance. In the next instant the crowd burst upwards and forwards in a flurry of enraged flapping and cackling.

    "Holy f--" Qrow leapt back and then turned to run, but the flock was fast too, and herded him away from the direction of the ranch's entrance. He carried the milk crate above his head as he attempted to evade the cloud of angry cuccos, feeling their talons and pecks chip away at his aura every time they landed an attack on his person. "What are these?!" He screeched in alarm, hoping to out-run their temper tantrum.




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    Sephiroth had warned him, and the SOLDIER watched dispassionately as the strange man ignored his sound advice and carried on nudging birds out of his way. While Sephiroth had not yet incurred the wrath of the cuccos, he had heard stories of what they were capable of, and he watched with deep interest as the black-haired man finally triggered their violent nature.

    Sephiroth didn't move as the two birds on his shoulders took off to join the fray. He merely sat back, petting Ugly Cat and watching the show as the man tried to avoid the angry birds. "Cuccos. Docile enough until they feel threatened. Then they become notably bloodthirsty." Sephiroth recited unhelpfully, though a moment later he did stand up, setting the cat on the grass before slowly meandering closer to the stranger. "Stop panicking. I'll get them off." He said confidently.

    Reaching down with the intention of picking the birds up and setting them aside one by one, Sephiroth made eye contact with the first cucco, hands outstretched, and the feral beast gave a rousing war cry and leapt directly at his exposed face, tearing two admirable scratches down both cheeks while he staggered backwards, silently pinwheeling his arms to stay upright.

    Grabbing the bird with no particular kindness, Sephiroth dropped it and, for better effect, kicked it across the open space. Much to his horror, it merely chortled irritably and rejoined the flock, which was now attempting to climb Sephiroth as well.

    "Why are they so powerful? Are they magically protected?" He demanded calmly, even as he frantically shook some off his legs and arms. Summoning Masamune into his awaiting hand, Sephiroth weilded the blade menacingly.

    "I do not wish to hurt you, birds. Please desist." Sephiroth warned coldly, before swinging at the next cucco that launched itself at him.

    Masamune, the blade which won a war and of which all warriors were frightened, skated off the bird's body like a ripple of water. Sephiroth turned his head to stare at the stranger with mounting confusion and annoyance.

    "You angered the bird gods."

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    What the huntsman expected to be a minor inconvenience was turning out to actually be a danger to his safety. The birds pecked hard, and their claws tugged and tried to tear at his clothes and the skin underneath. There were probably seven clinging to his already-torn cape alone, battering their wings and tearing with wild thrashings of their beaks as if they were indeed bloodthirsty and turned feral by the fabric's red color.

    Having turned into a very uncomfortable and squirming chicken suit, Qrow held somewhat still as the stranger approached to help him, and Qrow could catch a better glimpse of the model-worthy man through a puff of white feathers. His hair was silken and long like a princess'-- and the good color of grey that didn't remind anyone of age, lucky bastard. He was even toned underneath that fashionable black jacket of his and was clearly some kind of edgy warrior. If Qrow wasn't so busy being a mid-day snack, he might have been a little intimidated-- or turned on, one of the two.

    That porcelain-crafted face was promptly scratched by a so-called cucco, and if Qrow had a free arm he would have smacked that bird into the next dimension as punishment for damaging such a perfect face. Instead, he shook his own arms with a blur of red color in the air as he flapped, trying to shake off his newfound clingy adornments. The huntsman watched the cucco recover stupendously from being kicked by the other man's strength, and then rejoin half the flock as they swarmed the stranger, feeling disappointment and dread sink in his stomach.

    Still, the silver-haired stranger's voice remained effortlessly calm and even, though Qrow held back no amount of shock and rage as he answered "Fuck if I know!" He glanced through the uproar of feathers and wings to watch an equally impressive and attractive sword materialize in the man's hand. Qrow had a big bad ass weapon too, and if now was a good time to show it off, he was going to take it. He threw is half-restrained arm back to the hilt of his weapon-- which a particularly unperturbed cuccoo had been quaintly perching on as if enjoying the spectacular view of its battle-ready family-- probably the same nonchalant fucker who'd tripped him to begin with. The bird was smacked away with another victimized squawk as Qrow drew and extended his blade.

    Qrow did not share in the manners of his acquaintance, and immediately started slashing and twisting his blade around himself with no warning to the birds, careful not to counter-productively hit himself. His blade wouldn't bounce off of their simple feathers. His blade would turn the lot of them into pillow stuffing within moments.

    But it did not. Harbinger, too, glanced off the birds as if they were invincible, and Qrow simply felt as if he was batting rocks with a wooden stick. He whirled to glare at the stranger's accusatory tone and snap back, "Shut up!" Little did he know his face was beet red with embarrassment. The supermodel was right. He'd angered the fucking bird gods.

    He slid the crate of milk off his shoulder and to the ground, though the bottles did rattle and clink against each other at the sudden rough handling. With a powerful kick, Qrow leapt upwards, shedding a few cuccos in the process-- and then performed a whirlwind of spins as his sword transformed into a scythe. Feathers and cuccos blossomed off of him from the sudden force of his movement and the harmless bonks of the arched blade upon their invincible little bodies. Finally freed, Qrow stalled in the air before disappearing in a blink of an eye, and a black Qrow darted down towards the pasture, followed hotly by the swarm of white chicken-like creatures.

    He zipped and dived through the equines and bovines in the pasture trying to lose the cuccos in an obstacle course race, using the posts of the fencing and gates as well, However, the cuccos knew their territory well, and were not warded off so easily. Soon becoming engulfed in white birds, the dark crow cawed harshly as it crashed to the ground under their pushing and shoving. Qrow materialized in human form under their claws and pecks to struggle against and swing at them with his massive weapon. "Fuck! Get off!" They were completely relentless.




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    This

    was

    ridiculous!

    Sephiroth ducked an aerial assault from three cuccos, only to jerk backwards when another eight latched onto the edge of his jacket. Individually, the birds weren't heavy or cumbersome, but combined they had the leverage to throw him off his balance. At least for a split second before Sephiroth turned on his heel and lashed out with a powerful, broad swing of Masamune, throwing the cuccos back harmlessly with a volley of outraged squawks.

    Closing his eyes, Sephiroth focused on the materia bracer he had beneath his jacket, reaching out for the offensive power of his lightning-based materia. It was a bit extreme, but he didn't see any other option besides allowing the birds to tear him to shreds. The stranger had already fled in the form of a bird, though not before performing an interesting series of moves that Sephiroth wished he had more time to appreciate.

    Flinging out his arm, he let loose a blast of electric energy.

    It did nothing.

    At best, it puffed their feathers.

    At worst, it pissed them off a bit more.

    Clenching his teeth, Sephiroth took the first step back in battle he had taken in years. Turning on a dime, the SOLDIER bolted, only pausing long enough to will Masamune away and to finagle with the buckles of his jacket, dropping the long black garment behind him with a grimace. Glancing over his bare shoulder, Sephiroth was relieved to see that many of the birds had taken up their grievance with the leather jacket and pauldrons.

    He could have gone straight for safety, but Sephiroth felt obligated to rescue the idiot who had caused this entire debacle, and so he cut across the fields at a dead sprint, closing the distance in a matter of seconds. Summoning Masamune again at the last moment, he swung the blade with a heavy, double-handed blow that sent most of the birds soaring to the far side of the farm.

    Reaching down, Sephiroth rudely grabbed the man by the forearm and hauled him upright, irritably aware that he was currently bare-chested due to sacrificing his jacket to the bird gods. "You owe me a coat." He spat venomously. Not that he expected anything to replicate the uniform he'd been wearing for years. Maybe it was for the best?

    A fresh start?

    He looked over his shoulder at the jacket, which was still being pulverized, and wilted slightly. He didn't want a fresh start without the familiarity. But he didn't have time to dwell on it, now that the army of cuccos was closing in again. "Come on. A tactical retreat to the barn wouldn't be remiss." Sephiroth announced, setting off at a slow sprint, unsure if the older man could keep up and unwilling to sacrifice him to the birds. "I did tell you, you know. I said not to upset them." He pointed out bluntly.


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    Underneath the scratching and pecking and buffeting of wings, Qrow flinched more violently as fucking lightning stuck the ground nearby-- as if this couldn't get any more weird. He saw through obstructed vision that it was an energy summoned by a the stranger, and he would have been comforted to know that, except for the blatant fact that the attack hadn't harmed the cuccos in the slightest and the stranger had then fled the flock pursuing him.

    Not that Qrow could blame him. This was obviously a fight that they were not going to win-- as loathe as he was to admit it. After everything else that he had faced, it was more than a little mortifying that a flock of poultry was what would defeat him-- but it looked like that was going to be the case if he stayed here for much longer. His barrier was already nearly at half strength.

    He batted the fowls away and scooted back to prepare to sit up, slashing viciously with his sword when he could. Through a break in the cloud of cuccos, he glimpsed the man's black leather jacket being torn apart by the other half of the flock, and he briefly questioned if the man was already dead. An overhead swipe of the guy's massive katana quickly proved otherwise, and Qrow was then yanked to his feet and reprimanded.

    A very brief glance at the man's bare chest convinced Qrow that the supermodel didn't need one, but he didn't argue nor gawk for long. The huntsman followed his glance to the scrap leather across the yard and then followed him to the barn, keeping up just fine and even passing the younger man. Calling over his shoulder, Qrow snarled, "Yeah, well you failed to mention they were satanic birds, L'Óreal!"

    He slid to some kind of pseudo-halt at the barn doors only so he could bust them open without breaking their hinges-- though he feared the cuccos would do that all on their own once they found a few moments of refuge inside. "Come on!" He wasn't going to be a gentleman and hold the door open for the lady very long.

    Instantly after his co-retreater was inside, Qrow slammed the large doors shut and locked them with the iron crossbar. There was little else nearby to fortify the door with-- save for some scrap lumber, but it wouldn't perform any better than the iron crossbar. Looking around in a tactical whirl, he spotted a hatch open in the roof, and was quick to transform and fly up to slam and latch it shut too. The crow glided back down after a quick glance at the state of the wooden rafters, materializing in human form in the blink of an eye. "If they're smart, they're gonna break down those molding spots within minutes." He muttered with a disdainful sigh.




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    "I should not have had to specify a reason not to harm a group of innocuous animals." Sephiroth countered calmly, though there was a tendril of annoyance visible in his acid green eyes as he leveled a haughty glare at the idiot. Briefly, he thought about Ugly Cat, but the feline was unlikely to draw the ire of the birds, having had nothing to do with the events that had led to his and the stranger's current predicament.

    Pushing his way into the barn, Sephiroth turned in a broad circle, systematically taking in their surroundings while the rude man took to the air in bird form to secure the open hatch on the roof. By the time he was back on the ground, the SOLDIER was leaning against one of the posts that fortified the barn with his arms folded across his chest, irritably hyper-aware of the expanse of bare skin.

    He could hear the cuccos milling around outside the door.
    "They have never struck me as particularly intelligent animals, but their tenacity may count more than cognizance." Sephiroth mused blandly, pushing off the post and striding to the other end of the barn, cautiously glancing through a crack in the back door. He turned his gaze back to the stranger, jerking his head in a general 'get over here' gesture.

    "There's a root cellar fifteen feet south of the door. It's fortified against weather and foraging animals. If we can reach it, we should be able to wait them out." He explained softly, green eyes gleaming with the promise of a better plan than huddling in this damnable barn until the evil birds broke in. "Unless you have another idea?" Sephiroth looked at the magical, transforming man with an imploring gaze that was definitely just a little bit mocking.

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    [​IMG]
    ~Looks like I fucked up again~
    ~So sorry my friend~

    "I didn't harm them, I was nudging them." Qrow retorted in a growling mutter, not mentioning that he'd tripped over one of the damned things. If pretty boy hadn't seen that, he wasn't going to break the news that yes, this was entirely his own mistake. The guy didn't need more convincing on that matter.

    Qrow sighed to calm himself and then picked a few white down feathers out of his hair as the birds outside clamored and rumbled against the barn doors as if they were a gentle but foreboding rainstorm. he gave the supermodel a side eyed glare. "Do you always talk like a fuckin' scholar?" He asked as the man began walking to the other side of the barn. That walk was just as elegant as his speech, and Qrow may or may not have seethed slightly with some kind of jealousy in his general direction. Upon being beckoned, Qrow begrudgingly trudged over with much less grace and nowhere near the same princely posture.

    Fifteen feet was nothing, but the kid was acting like they were making a dash for an unobtainable refuge. While the plan did sound better than hiding in this rickety barn, Qrow didn't particularly want to be confined in a small space for an indefinite amount of time-- even if it was with the star of a Dove commercial. He had to get that crate of milk back to the old man who'd hired him for this stupid errand, and he had half a mind to charge the bastard extra. In fact, maybe this was why the guy was offering such a large reward to begin with. Son of a bitch.

    "I do, in fact." He glared back, placing his hands on his hips and facing the guy only slightly confrontationally. "How about we trap them in the cellar?" Qrow proposed with a point of his arm. "I'll fly out there, get them on my ass, and lure them inside. You just need to slam those doors shut as soon as I bust out. Think you can handle that?" It was an insane idea, and he was actually putting a lot of trust in the stranger not to simply shut him in there with the demon birds, but it was so crazy it just might work. "Then we can go our separate ways, forget about this whole thing, and they can wait out their own temper tantrum."

    Qrow did not want to sit around trapped with a stranger in some dank cellar. Of course, when did he ever have much a choice about what happened to him?




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    "Clearly, they beg to differ." Sephiroth responded calmly, gesturing at the door where the sound of flustered feathers was growing ever more pronounced. Stupid or not, the birds were bound to figure out a way in by virtue of sheer stubbornness before long. It was just a matter of time, and he didn't suspect they had over much of that on their hands.

    He didn't rise to the stranger's choice of profanity, or the cutting question. Sephiroth merely shrugged his shoulders. "I do, yes. Does it upset you?" He asked reasonably. He could understand if it did - scientists spoke in similar clipped tones, and while he had never been bothered by their analytical tendencies throughout his youth, Sephiroth knew of SOLDIERs who had found it quite upsetting. Of course, even if he wanted to he wouldn't be able to alter his speech patterns to please this man, but he would strive to speak less if he knew it was upsetting.

    Staring at the stranger out of the corner of his eye, Sephiroth puzzled over the strange tension that emanated from him. He was clearly not a SOLDIER - despite his talent with a blade, he lacked the traditional mako glow in his eyes, and his senses seemed at least somewhat dull compared to Sephiroth's - but he appeared to be personally offended by his presence.

    "Your plan has merit." Sephiroth agreed softly, looking out at the cellar doors. They were steel-lined, but for a SOLDIER of his caliber they would be easy to lift. His vivid green eyes flicked back to the stranger's, then roved around his face, taking in the hostile expression. "I do not wish to cause harm to the birds if it can be helped, so we'll have to alert the farmer to their plight." He added thoughtfully. They were only following their nature. Sephiroth had no reason to wish them dead or injured unless it was necessary.

    He hesitated, tilting his head at the strange man. "Have I upset you in some way? I don't recognize you, but..." But he had met people before who appeared to hate him for things he could not remember doing.

    Sephiroth shook his head, driving the odd thought away. "My name is Sephiroth. I don't know who L'Oreal is, but perhaps we look similar." He continued to stare at the stranger with his head cocked, looking both puzzled and earnest, unwilling to be blamed for some evil twin's wrongdoings.

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    Qrow was caught off guard by the direct agreement and bounce back to his comment, so he hesitated before admitting "I mean...No, not really." It wasn't like the man was hard to understand. He was just flawless and supreme in everything he did, and it was irritating. It reminded Qrow of a robot, or a certain select few Atlesian assholes, and he didn't particularly like either of those things. But it was not a sin to be well-educated and eloquent.

    The man's gaze was even and unbothered, and it seemed to slowly sap at the irritation from Qrow's. He didn't linger to face him or look at him for long, unwilling to let himself be assuaged by the stranger's calmness. "Okay yeah, sure, we can tell the owner afterwards. But I'm not gonna stick around for when he opens that hatch and lets the apocalypse loose." He grumbled, stepping up to look through the slit in the barn wall and eye the cellar in the distance. Despite his great displeasure with the situation, he wasn't angry enough that he wanted the creatures dead, although that seemed to be the cuccos violent opinion on the matter.

    Qrow looked back at the guy as he was blatantly asked if there was some kind of problem between them, and he almost felt bad, but he didn't show it. "No, I'm just a pissy kinda guy, if you haven't noticed. Particularly when dinner is trying to murder me." He explained curtly. The man hadn't actually done anything wrong, besides exist in all his glory. A small smirk worked diligently to tug at the corner of his mouth as the beauty company was referred to as it it were a person. He rolled with it. "You do. But that's not necessarily a bad thing."

    The huntsman moved on quickly so he didn't have to struggle to hold back a snicker, "Uh, I'm... Qrow" He didn't exactly want to say his real name. This whole thing was very embarrassing and he knew of a few people who'd die laughing if they ever heard the tale. But he was already too deep to pull himself out of this mess.

    "Now are you up for this or not?" He asked, needing the guy to be on the same page as him and willing to commit to the plan, or it would be a one-sided suicide mission. At that moment, the sound of wood creaking and cracking alerted them to the assault of the cuccos on the roof, and a single bird's head burst through a particularly rotten knot in a wooden slat with a very threatening 'Bugock!'

    There wasn't really time to continue scheming at that point, and Qrow sighed before running to the center of the barn, then transforming and flying up to another part of rotten wood, bursting through it with a red trail of speed and power trailing from his wings. He rose away from the barn, a stream of white angry fowl in furious pursuit behind him, leaving the barn like dandelions in the wind. After checking that the entire flock was on his tail, and that Sephiroth had made it to the cellar, he dived for the open hole in the ground.





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    "Cuccos are not traditionally eaten. They aren't chickens." Sephiroth pointed out casually, arms folded as he surveyed the man. Qrow. He nodded gravely, and opted not to pursue the topic of L'Oreal any further. Whatever issue Qrow had with him, whoever he was, it had no bearing on the SOLDIER. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, given the unpleasant smirk on his face.

    That was not an expression Sephiroth felt particularly at ease with.

    He was about to assure Qrow that he was more than ready to handle whatever was going to happen when the first of the birds managed to break into the barn. Turning on his heel, Sephiroth was hyper aware of Qrow's transformation, and while the huntsman broke through the rotten wood, he shoved open the back door and made for the cellar, moving rapidly but calmly while keeping half an eye on the flock of angry cuccos pursuing one very small, black dot that was drawing ever closer.

    Focusing on the cellar door, Sephiroth yanked on the old lock. "Tch..." He glanced up at the approaching swarm and summoned Masamune in a blink, using the hilt of the sword to break open the padlock. Willing the blade away again, the SOLDIER threw open the heavy doors just in time to fall back, twisting his face away from the pelting, feathery forms and waiting for Qrow to emerge from within the cellar.

    When he did, Sephiroth sprang back into action and slammed it shut, throwing the heavy bar over the doors to keep them shut even as the birds violently tossed themselves against the inside. Feeling a faint tug against his trousers, he looked down at one of the few remaining birds, who was furiously waging war against his pants.

    Hauling back, Sephiroth gave the thing a mighty kick, sending it soaring across the field and straight into a box of bottles someone had apparently left lying about. Furrowing his brow at the tinkling sound of glass shattering, he turned to look at Qrow. "Who would be stupid enough to leave their milk lying out in the open like that?" He wondered in bemusement.

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    With the speed of a bullet, Qrow dived straight into the cellar with a trail of cuccos right behind him like a banner attached to a bush plane. The cellar wasn't incredibly large inside, and he met the far wall quickly. Transforming to land with his legs braced against the wall, he placed his sword against the metal and fired his shotgun deep into the earth, giving him a good boost towards the door where he came from. As a bird again, he barreled through the mass of cuccos that had followed him in the confined space, feeling as if he was flying through a tight tunnel with cheese grater walls and sharp obstacles packed with him inside.

    But he reached the outdoor air without his aura breaking and heard the doors to the cellar slam closed behind him. Dropping to the grass on his hands and knees, he caught his breath and began to feel a sense of triumph well from inside him. It'd worked. They did it. They were freed from the wrath of the feathered beasts.

    He sat back on his heels and braced his arms on his knees, looking back to see one last cucco on Sephiroth's leg. That was fine. They could handle the pestering of one angry cucco-- as Sephiroth did by kicking him with the strength and form that would have made the world's best soccer player faint with admiration. Qrow's grin was destroyed at the same time his crate of milk was. His shock soon melted into defeated frustration as Qrow rubbed his hands violently down his face and unleashed a roar.

    ~~~

    Inside the ranch's shop, Qrow stood with the last mil-soaked cucco dangling from his cape with occasional thrashings that tugged the fabric at his shoulders. He didn't care anymore. "You owe me a new crate of milk." He muttered to the FIFA champion before shoving a wad of bills into his bare chest. "And that's for the coat." He didn't know how much a new coat would cost the man, but he'd paid him enough to get him at least a nice one. It was still less than the cost of the entire crate of legendary milk.

    Jabbing his hands in his pockets, Qrow waited with the shirtless warrior at the counter for the farmer to come meet them. "After we're done here, I'd like to keep this whole thing between you and me, if you don't mind." He mumbled bitterly. With a sudden flurry of flapping, the cucco on his cape bugocked as if in threatening agreement.




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    With his arms folded across his chest and his expression leaden, Sephiroth waited beside Qrow with a fierce debate raging silently in his head. On the one hand, the SOLDIER still thought the man had to be a completely irredeemable idiot to just leave that much milk lying around, waiting to be destroyed by a wayward mach-3 cucco. On the other hand, Sephiroth felt a touch of guilt, knowing that it had only been destroyed because of his careless act of aggression - something he had been trained not to do years ago.

    Staring at Qrow, he didn't reply to the huntsman at all, and he carefully took the money and set it back on the counter pointedly. With a plan already set in his mind, Sephiroth waited until the farmer emerged from the back of the building, red-faced and wiping his eyes. When he set his gaze on the two warriors, he promptly dissolved back into semi-hysterical laughter, and Sephiroth waited patiently for it to pass. "I take it you saw what happened?"

    "Son, most of Pandora saw what happened! Oh, my heart. That was the best thing I've seen in years! Never seen 'em so riled up!" Sephiroth sighed softly as the farmer lapsed back into loud, braying guffaws. Glancing sidelong at Qrow, the SOLDIER set his jaw.

    It had been years since Sephiroth had needed to use this particular talent for anything - in his own world, he'd had enough power and respect within ShinRa to demand whatever he wanted from almost everyone around him, but a childhood of human deprivation in a cold laboratory environment had made it necessary to know how to wheedle scientists into giving him favors and treats now and then. Carefully schooling his expression into something less stoic and more open, Sephiroth made a point to widen his eyes and looked as pathetic as he could, which was very easy at the moment. "My friend here had no role in it at all, and through my own foolish actions I destroyed a delivery he was supposed to make. A crate of milk that I would be loathe to see him pay for again." Sephiroth explained sadly. "I don't suppose you could assist him? As I recall, you did say yesterday that my work has been invaluable..." He blinked. Hard.

    The farmer's expression darkened somewhat, clearly annoyed that his product had been mishandled, but then it softened again as Sephiroth threw in an extra-pitiful glance at Qrow. For the time being, he looked his age or even younger. Eventually, the farmer sighed roughly. "Well, I sure as hell wouldn't call it FREE, kid. I'm not giving out a whole crate of milk AND paying you." He groused.

    Sephiroth offered a tiny smile. "That's fine." He agreed calmly.

    The man huffed, casting a glare at Qrow before pushing off the counter. "I'll bring it out to the gate. You can pick it up as you leave. And you boys mightn't wanna come back here any time soon - those birds remember faces. I'll get your horse while I'm at it, kid. That cat of yours is already outside the door."

    Waiting until the door shut behind the farmer as he walked out back again, Sephiroth turned to Qrow and grabbed the money off the counter, holding it out with his expression turning back to its usual cool indifference. "Don't worry about the coat. I was under duress and speaking out of turn. It was not your fault - I removed it myself." He answered softly. "I apologize for your milk... even if it was very stupid of you to leave it there." Sephiroth couldn't help but add with a hint of annoyance as he moved towards the door.

    "And I concur. I'll endeavor to wipe this entire debacle from my memory."

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    Qrow's fists balled in his pockets and his elbows locked with tension as the farmer greatly over-appreciated their pain. He swore to God, if that bastard taped that fiasco and put it online, he was going to fill his house to the brim with birdseed. "Glad we could be of some form of entertainment." He sneered acidicly, clearly nowhere near as amused as his audience.

    He raised one eyebrow as Sephiroth called him a friend-- though it was obviously in the vague generic sense-- and took charge of the conversation. He'd been a farmhand on this ranch, had he? Of course he'd lived among the birds for days without a mishap, but for the two minutes Qrow was around the fowl, he'd caused the feathered apocalypse. Sometimes it felt like his semblance just couldn't be contained. He tried not to cast too intense of a sideways stare at the young man as the baby face donned puppy dog eyes.

    The pitiful glance that was cast right back at him broke all confusion in his expression, and he suddenly felt a little sheepish too, which the farmer saw. "It, uh...it was all just one big accident." He stuttered before admitting, relaxing his harsh posture into something softer. The huntsman glanced between the other two as an agreement was made, uncomfortable with how submissive and apologetic he'd become under his peer's influence while his instinct was to stay angry and act tough. But it worked.

    His stomach plummeted as he heard the birds remembered faces, and he prayed he'd never have a reason to come back here again. Qrow remained in place as the farmer left, rolling his shoulders and sighing as he cast a distracted glance across one side of the room. "A cat and a horse, huh? What are you, the animal whisperer?" Then his money was held out to him, and he eyed the hand before eyeing its owner. "Don't worry about the coat. I was under duress and speaking out of turn." Qrow hesitantly took the money back, supposing that he too was guilty of such things today. "I apologize for your milk... even if it was very stupid of you to leave it there." Qrow accepted the apology, and the small insult that had been paired with it silently.

    "And I concur. I'll endeavor to wipe this entire debacle from my memory."

    Qrow turned to follow him out with a scrutinous drawl, "You promise?"




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    Sephiroth presumed that an animal whisperer was some kind of profession, but he wasn't sure if Qrow meant it mockingly. Staring at him intensely, the SOLDIER tilted his head after a moment. "No. I'm not." He said simply. "They choose to follow me. I don't know why." Sephiroth added with a ginger shrug, still feeling out of sorts without the comfortable weight of his jacket.

    He nudged open the door nevertheless, looking down at Ugly Cat fondly as he sputtered a shoddy purr and wound around his legs enthusiastically. Reaching down, Sephiroth picked him up, carefully avoiding the worst of the cat's spittle as he held him against his bare chest. It was nice, actually. He had never realized how soft Ugly Cat was.

    Addressing Qrow again, Sephiroth shook his head. "Don't worry. This reflects as poorly upon myself as it does upon you. I have no intention of telling anyone about it." He hesitated, eyeing the huntsman up and down before flashing a very small, tentative smile. "I promise."

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