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"Another." Qrow said, pushing forwards his glass of alcoholic substance. The ice within rattled as Qrow's finger left it, letting it stop near the other side of the bar counter. There, an old oriental man stood. Qrow was on a stool, leaning over the bar now with his hands clasped together in front of him, elbows bent at the sides on the bar. "Another? But it's only midday" the old barman replied, sounding astonished. Qrow exhaled and said "look, I can handle my drink, okay?" Qrow then pulled out a Lien note and lightly dropped it to the bar. "That's you're third one" he said to Qrow, but taking the note nonetheless. "Heh..." Qrow exhaled, "three times lucky. Don't worry - I won't be breaking glasses." Finally the barman took the empty glass and continued to turn around and begin making Qrow another drink, meanwhile he looked up at the monitor in the top left corner of the room. On it he could see the broadcast for the initiation of the first years. Qrow has arrived only yesterday and after briefly meeting with Ozpin he vanished for the night, only to re-appear this morning... late this morning in the bar at the edge of Vale, not far from beacon. He had already forced the old man to let him stream it from his Scroll, he enjoyed a bigger picture, and this broadcast wasn't exactly public. Luckily there was no one else in the bar this early to stop him, or for Oz to find out.

On the feed, he could see several students that stood out. Not necessarily for the skill - although they weren't all too bad either. It was just small things making the problems much larger. Like riding down cliffs into the unknown, or letting a Boarbatusk throw you off because of a dodgy angle. "Those Hildeharr's are always so selfless" Qrow said to himself, watching her fight alongside Elliot unfold. "Surprised to see her here though, both her parents are in the Atlesian Army."He then watched Elliot as he rushed in with the punches, "and too much like Yang" he couldn't help but whisper, as if watching some kind of entertainment. "Punch first act later - Glynda can't be happy with that."
"You're drink." The old barman then said, walking over with Qrow's new drink in hand. As Qrow stretched his arm out to reach for it however, the old man's grip seemed to slip and the glass fell between his fingers, smashing on the floor below into a thousand pieces of ice and glass. After a pause, Qrow let out a breath and said "on second thought's... i'll stop at two. Three's not my number. Keep the change for the glass."
"But it wasn't your fault"
"Keep it" Qrow replied quietly, pushing away from the bar as he took his scroll and cancelled the feed to the monitor ahead of him. He took a moment to collapse his Scroll and pocket it before leaving the room with his hands in his pockets.

Qrow couldn't help but be reminded on a daily basis... that luck was never on his side. For as long as he can remember, luck would besmirch him. But it wasn't as accurate as that, it would be hard to guess when or how his semblance would come into action. It could be against him, or against his enemy, or against his loved ones for that matter. Sometimes, it might work out in his favour - ironically. But there was usually going to be some more bad luck just after to get him back like karma. But by now, he was almost numb at the thought. He was used to it now, his life had been sculpted around being a bad luck charm. Even though now it was easier... he still didn't like people to get too close. Not even Ruby or Yang. Especially not Ruby or Yang. No matter how young or old they were. Letting his thoughts subside after a while of walking, he encountered a side alley leading straight through towards the Main Avenue. He could see the statue in the centre surrounded by red leaf trees. He had agreed to mentor this year, under strict rules he set for Oz and not the other way around. No mentoring before 11AM, and no mentoring after 4PM, he had a busy life, and things he's much rather be doing. Five hours a day would surely be enough, and in that amount of time he'd hope to at least see a dozen students. Who would need mentoring for 5 hours anyway. Team RWBY were mentors this year, an interesting factor, Qrow hadn't been a mentor at the same time as them before, the last few years he's actually been away on missions for Ozpin, but thought he'd call it a break. Any news surrounding the forces of Grimm seemed safe, or worryingly quiet, although there have been a few... odd cases of Grimm behaviour recently, and that's not including the humanoid grimm.

After a few more minutes Qrow got closer to the avenue, he was thinking about how he'd have to see Ozpin again later today, but for now he would have to wait for the initiation to be over. He was about to pull out his Scroll when he noticed somebody ahead of him, leaning against a tree. "Hmm... Qrow thought, It can't be. But it could, although ever chance would weigh against it, but it most definitely was. The legendary huntsman himself. Qrow knew only a little about the kid, havn't not really cared about his story or his life before the Fall of Beacon. Only since he was in contact with Qrow after things began to calm down did Qrow get a glimpse of the man through small words exchanged in meetings with Qrow. He knew enough to know this guy could walk into a fight and come out crystal clean a lucky guy, apparently. Qrow would beg to differ, he was just a kid taking chances and somehow getting through it - or he was actually very skilled. It's strange that he's here, however.

Qrow got closer, coming from the side from a few metres away before he said anything. "Hey, kid." Qrow said, "I thought you were just a story, that's if i am right in presuming who you are, anyway. But I've got a keen eye, and I'm pretty sure I'm still sober enough to be right."

Qrow held his hands firmly within his pockets, thumbs stuck out either side. The guy he spoke to turned around, bright red, messy hair revealing a scarred face. Qrow cheaply exhaled at Lyon's reaction, obviously irritated for being called a kid. He saw Lyon's head work, the tiny little mannerisms that showed him to be thinking, and working out who Qrow was. Although, Lyon's first reaction was to call him out for drinking in the morning. "You can't look this good without a drink or two in the morning" Qrow replied, raising his chin slightly, as if to eye up Lyon, immediately taking a sip of his hip-flask afterwards. With a gasp, he wiped his mouth and let the kid speak. "So..." Qrow went on, "not just anyone calls him Oz, and if you're meeting with him you must be pretty established. I'm no fool. As for Scarlatina - can't say I've spoken to her."

Qrow took a moment to begin walking around Lyon, admiring his clothes and vibrant red hair. Lyon finally took his chance to admit he recognised Qrow, and for a moment he was almost impressed, or even flattered. Qrow came to a stop again, nodding in agreement. "And you would be one Lyon Garnet. I could ask you the same question, isn't this place a little too boring for you, or too easy?" Qrow began picking at the small bits of information he knew about this guy, and he wasn't going to lie to himself, it was aggravating. He came out on top of odds that were all against him, he came out untouched. "But sad to say, I'm gonna be mentoring some of these kids this year." Qrow then pulled out his Scroll and held it up beside his face, revealing the broadcast and a little bit of the sound coming from the tiny speakers.

Go way back, huh? Qrow could've smiled at the thought, thinking the same thing about himself. He felt confidence in knowing he must've known Oz for longer. "Oz is a good guy..." Qrow replied. As for Lyon's meeting with Miss Scarlatina, Qrow remained silent, with very little to say on the matter until Lyon explained his presence here. Lyon's smirk caught Qrow's attention, and he became intrigued when Lyon said it was more about going with the wind. "A chancer, huh?" Qrow asked rhetorically before discussion continued to Lyon calling Qrow out on repeating himself. At first Qrow didn't reply, realising the mishap. "Prying, or too sober" Qrow put his Scroll away and shook his hip flask in the other hand, examining how much liquid was still inside it.

Finally they began speaking about the initiation, and as Qrow had replaced his Scroll it seemed Lyon saw something amusing. He didn't catch the huge smile, just an audible chuckle. Qrow pulled a thoughtful expression as he thought to himself about Glynda's kid, Elliott. "If anything, Yang helped that kid. Imagine following Glynda's footsteps. No fun in that." Qrow crossed his arms, facing Lyon again as he mentioned the Atlas students. It was something that had surprised Qrow too. He let out a sigh before saying "perhaps they finally realised that Atlas isn't the only place in the world." He couldn't help but think back to James Ironwood and the attitude of the Atlas Military. With their government and military being the same body, they acted very contained. Sometimes it was as if they ignored the rest of the world unless trading is involved. They always had to be bigger, better. It irked Qrow to think about it. Qrow nodded, almost grinning at the mention of the heiress. Can barely deal with one... he thought to himself, remembering Weiss Schnee.

Qrow's gaze had wandered to the floor by now in thought, but as soon as Lyon went back to seeing Oz and Miss Scarlatina Qrow couldn't help but raised a brow. It was suspicious to reiterate something so obviously. Qrow wanted to get to the bottom of it, find out what this Lyon Garnet really had to prove his capabilities. "Just" to see Oz and Professor Scarlatina. I remember telling my niece something like that a long time ago." He then widened his eyes slightly and gestured with his hand, "but forget the Scarlatina part, obviously." His hand then swayed down as he took in a breath, feeling the edge of that liquor by now. "I don't like chancers" Qrow then said, going back to the earlier discussion at hand. "There's gotta be somethin' else that Ozpin sees in you, kid. Perhaps i'll be lucky enough to find out." Qrow clasped a hold of the handle of his weapon behind his waist, as if to be leaning against it slightly.

Qrow continued leaning on the handle of his weapon, as if it was an object separate from himself, which it most definitely was not. If anything, it made his posture very poor. He could feel his body's balance was slightly off, but somehow it helped more than attempting to stand straight. Perhaps it was the drink. He watched Lyon lift his hands behind his head, a seemingly casual gesture, and to tell the truth, Qrow almost took it for that, too. He had briefly noted where the blade was before, but right now he wasn't particularly thinking about that. "Heh, random..." Qrow said, tilting his head and staring at Lyon. A few ideas were being thrown around in Qrow's head. One was to just leave the kid alone, let this blow over the easy way. Or, he could wind the guy up even more and let him throw the first punch. But Qrow preferred the third idea. Give Lyon a warning, test what he's got, surprise him - if he can. Qrow then tightened his grip on his sword, and suddenly the tip began to extend, becoming it's full length. Whilst holding it as if it were a dagger he swung from his hip diagonally upwards and across towards Lyon's face. As their weapons inevitably clashed, Qrow smiled and crossed eyes with Lyon, a cheap exhale coming from his nostrils.

"C'mon" Qrow said, "was that chance? I can't be sure, but it looks like you just blocked me." Qrow then pushed away, moving backwards to make a little gap between the two of them as he got into a stance. Qrow then spun on his heel and slashed horizontally once, twice, thrice and before stabbing forwards.