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"Again.

Thwack!

"Again.

Thwack!

"Again!

Calliope panted, muscles aching and groaning but she growls and twists- Thwack! Riiip!

She watched the bag's insides fall from the rip she accidentally caused, she gasped for air, lungs burning and body painfully numb as she struggles to not collapse to a heap on the floor. She'd get punished if she did at this age, when she was younger it was somewhat acceptable but now that she was older she was not allowed to fall in exhaustion in the presence of her care taker and instructors. 

"Good, you are improving much. You lack power, make it up with speed and precision.

Calliope looked away, clutching at her bruised sides and arms. 

At least it was bruises today and not cuts or lash wounds, bruises healed faster and were easier to take care of. Though she grimaces as she realizes her knuckles were bleeding, oh for the love of, that would make typing a bit of a pain but fine. 

"Our time's done. Till next time little heiress.

Calliope watched her instructor saunter away, special dress glittering as always and cigarette lit in her cigarette holder. The green-eyed albino (strange genetic mutation, very strange and unknown towards the outside world but actually quite common in her family blood) winced as she took out the bandages out of her sylladex as well as a bottle of water. 

It was an almost thankful thing that they had a truce during training time, her and her brother. Captchalouging items that would benefit the other for times like this, if they didn't, well, things would have been much harder for them if they didnt. 

She notices a note in her sylladex, Caliborn wanted to converse. 

I NEED TO ASK SOMETHING AS AWFuL AS IT IS FOR ME TO DO SO

Calliope huffs but answers anyway. She captchalouges it and sends it his way, its not long before she gets an answer.

what coUld yoU possibly ask at a time like this

THING IS, DID YOuR INSTRuCTOR SEEM SuSPICIOuSLY... EASY ON YOu TODAY? BECAuSE I THINK MINE DID

what do yoU mean

WHAT I MEAN IS THAT FuCKING LEPRECHAuN MAN HERE, THE TALL FuCKER WITH THE STuPID COINS 'QuARTERS', JuST LET ME OFF TODAY. uSuALLY HE DOESN'T FuCKING DO THAT REMEMBER? HE'S JuST AS BAD AS THAT BITCH SNOWMAN WHEN IT CAME TO TRAINING. WAIT A FuCKING MINuTE ISN'T YOuR INSTRuCTOR THAT BITCH FOR TODAY? SEE THIS WAS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOuT, HOW THE FuCK ARE YOu RESPONDING IF SHE'S THERE, SHE LET YOu OFF EARLY DIDN'T SHE?

well perhaps she's jUst letting me have an easy day! qUarters for yoU as well.

DON'T FuCKING PRETEND TO BE THAT NAIVE AS YOu WANT TO BE SISTER, WE BOTH KNOW THAT IS NOT THE FuCKING CASE. SOMETHING IS uP.

alright fine. i did find it sUspicioUs that snowman was lenient today, what do yoU propose to be the problem?

I DON'T KNOW

what do yoU mean yoU don't know?? no bizarre theories, no assUmptions like UsUal? that's UsUally yoUr thing dearest brother when it came to things like this.

SHuT uP, I DON'T FuCKING KNOW THIS TIME ALRIGHT? MY THEORIES ARE uSuALLY CORRECT ANYWAY YOu SHOuLD BE AS FuCKING WARY AS ME BITCH, YOu ARE AREN'T YOu? GOOD. BuT AS I SAID, I GOT NOTHING THIS TIME AROuND AND THAT FuCKING MAKES ME NERVOuS AS FuCK.

alright, sUppose something is Up pray tell what yoU want ME to do aboUt it, or yoU, or the both of Us! we don't even know what is going on, and i know for a fact we can't confront oUr care takers on the matter mUch less oUr father.

I AM TIRED TO SAY I. DON'T. FuCKING. KNOW!! I JuST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOu FOuND IT SuSPICIOuS AS WELL AND MAYBE EVEN CONFIDE WITH YOu ON THE FuCKING MATTER. LOOK, I HATE THIS, YOu HATE THIS, WE BOTH HATE THIS, THEY KNOW OF OuR TRuCE IN DuRING TRAINING TIME AND PROBABLY A LOT MORE BuT I DON'T THINK THEY KNOW ABOuT "THAT" YET AND I WANT IT TO STAY THAT WAY, DON'T YOu?

of coUrse, bUt i say again, what do we do aboUt this? we can't hide it forever and whatever yoU 'sense' aboUt is going to happen eventUally, oUr best case scenario is admittedly better than the worst case scenario bUt we don't exactly want that now do we?

NO, OF FuCKING COuRSE NOT. BuT I SuGGEST KEEPING OuR EYES OPEN AND READY AT ALL TIMES, KNOWING THESE FuCKS THEY'D DO IT ANY FuCKING TIME.

agreed then

YOu DESTROY THIS SHIT, AS LOATHING FOR ME TO ADMIT BuT YOu ARE BETTER WHEN IT COMES TO THIS BuLLSHIT. AND I KNOW FOR FuCKING SuRE I'M STILL BEING MONITORED FROM THE LAST TIME I TRIED TO DO THAT SHIT.

yoU flatterer yoU ~u~

OH SHuT uP AND DESTROY THE FuCKING PAPER CALLIOPE tumut

Calliope smirks as she holds the paper between her fingers, she snaps her fingers and the paper ignites in a white flame. It burns quickly, though she doesn't like it when Caliborn calls your special white flame 'destruction', she liked to think it was a cool way for reconstruction. The paper burns and glows, shifting from its flat papery surface that was covered with writings to a small puff grey puff ball of cotton candy. 

She had mastered this technique and used it as much as she could to fulfill her sugary addiction, much to the jealousy of her twin who could hardly make a spark and just turned his papers into ash. Calliope hummed in thought, before captchalouging it and sending it to her brother. 

As much as they hated each other, they were all that they had in a physical sense, all their lives it was just them and though they had grew heavily apart from each other from their childhood, they still had moments of the remnant sibling twin relationship they had when they were younger. Rare acts of kindness to each other, truces and looking out for each other; Calliope almost misses her full twin bond with Caliborn but alas, it was too late for them to salvage it, and even if they could... They couldn't do it while trapped in this hell they were in. 

Maybe that was another hidden agenda to their escape, when they were finally free maybe... 

Calliope shook her head, Caliborn was right as begrudgingly enough. She could pretend to be naive and gullible all she wanted, it couldn't change the fact she wasn't in reality. 

The green eyed twin huffed and looked around before leaving the room, wincing as she remembered how sore she actually was. 

Thank goodness that they were allowed to shower after training. 


Qrow took a deep breath as he moved through the clouds, feeling free in the sky.

Flying eased his frazzled nerves, with him stubbornly staying inside even though it made him feel like a caged bird (shut up, he knows what he is but shut up) and not really helping his already tense and frazzled self. Admittedly he should have taken flight days ago, he felt the tension slip away and his problems temporarily forgotten as he focused on flying. 

In fact, it didn't even feel weird when he finally let his wings out before taking flight; it was gratifying and he felt at peace. 

Though he conciously made sure to stay wihin the area as he had promised Hal, as well making sure no one saw him there in the air which was easy because he and Hal had taken base to an abandoned place. Not a lot of people stayed in abandoned places and hikers or stragglers don't tend to look up during the day and the night was a safer bet to be flying out in the open but then again just as risky for many reasons. 

Hal had taken care of the small rumors that had accumulated since they first appeared and since Qrow's first flight, which to his embarrassment wasn't as sneaky as he would have liked, but then again his wing was broken and he had the extra weight of Hal in his arms as he tried to escape from the damnable Midnight Crew. 

He scowled at the memory of the crew before shaking his head, those days were done and over for both of them. They were with the Shackled Sufferers, a different and much kinder group that was just as brutal as the Crew was but without Spades' stupidity and cruelty. 

The winged teen smiled in the air as he did multiple aerial loops that would probably earn him a scolding from Hal and maybe Kankri. At some point of his flight he even did a brief free fall, letting the air rush from below as he stared up at the sky through a red tinted vision via his goggles. 

"Dave."

Qrow sputters in mid air, wings strewn about awkwardly before catching himself in the air; gliding to a stop and staying in place as he looked around. 

"What?" He murmured, looking around warily, sure that he had heard right. A familiar voice calling out h-, Dave's name. Qrow frowns, looking around suspiciously before flying a bit higher and about to wave off the voice, he had been going stir crazy in the base--

"Myehehehe~!"

Nope, what the fuck. 

Qrow thought soundly and may have said out loud as he turned around only to face a pink... person... Rose???

"Hello, Daaave~!

There, floating in mid air, was one feline-ish Rose Lalonde? Flashing pink and lavender, tentacle whiskers on her cheeks, catty mouth and princess hat on her head, she wore what Qrow recognized to be a Derse dreaming set of pajamas only modified as the symbol on her chest was a combination of a cresent moon and Rose's light aspect?

"What the fuck."

The Rose, who else could it be? But she was so, different and was she part sprite or something? She kept flashing between pink and lavender, did she somehow protoype herself with Jaspersprite? But she had legs! How in the-

"Mew." Was all she said, it was all she fucking said as she grinned unnervingly at Qrow.

"No, what in the literal fuck." Qrow corrected, feeling a bit light-headed and dizzy at the sight of the strange combination of his ecto-sister and her pet cat.

"Hahahaha, your expression is quite amusing!"

Her voice was also weird, all the vague and slightly monotone as well as the mysterious flair she usually puts in was gone. It was like that time he and Rose in the doomed timeline found his brother's drug stash that had crack in it! (It was a hard time for them alright? They got drunk, did drugs, it was entirely the fault of depression, stress, and the lack of adult supervision.) Not to mention her voice had a slight echo to it.

"I don't, I, Ro--mphh?!?" The ex-sprite suddenly found his mouth covered as Rose? Began to paw all over him, at his hair, his goggles, his wings, they flailed together in the air but somehow managed to stay in it as Rose? Was still grinning and touching him all curious-like.

"Curious to see you well and whole, Dave, where is your other half?"

Other half? What was she talking about, did she mean Hal?

"MMMPPHHMPHH!!!" 'Get your paws off me woman! Literally!' Qrow thought angrily, tugging at the pink paw-hand covering his mouth and Rose? Let out a high laugh, so unlike the Rose he had known (except the time they both were on crack but even then it wasn't this high.)

"Whoops, silly me, my paws are covering your mouth, mew :3."

She backs off but jitters around him, refusing to stay in one place and was content to circle around him in fast speeds.

"How in the fuck."

Rose? (He really needed to make sure and he was hesitant to call this version of his sister Rose) stopped and grinned at him widely, "I don't suppose you know a place where we can chat properly Dave?

Okay, that was it, "My name's not Dave. It's Qrow." He told her with a tone of annoyance, he was sick of getting called Dave, he had another name dammit! 

The cat-like teen looked at him with curious eyes, grin still there but not as wide. "Right, Qrow then? Still, I want a place to converse properly brother mine, tis bad etiquette to leave a dashing sprite as myself out in the open and I doubt you want to talk mid-flight." she purred, wiggling her eyebrows. Qrow made a face but conceded, she had a point, talking in mid-air was cool and all but not entirely uncomfortable for a good conversation.

"Fine, follow me, but you better explain everything got it?" Rose? tittered, grin growing wider.

"Mew, purr purr~" was all she replied, Qrow made another face before sighing and flapping his wings, motioning for her to follow.


TF: so uh
TF: im headin back now

RA: That was quick, I had thought you would take another half hour for flight.
RA: Actually it's not even half an hour.
RA: Qrow, what's going on

TF: leave it to you to know whats wrong, but um
TF: yeah i dont know how the fuck i can explain this

RA: Explain what

TF: just look will you

RA: ...
RA: Qrow, what the actual fuck is that.

TF: i dont know but were heading back, well be there soon so
TF: prepare a warm welcome for our guest here i guess

RA: Just what the fuck is going on here

TF: dont ask me i dont know what the fuck is happening what the fuck was happening or what the fuck will be happening

RA: Right, I suppose I should break out the good milk and heat up the fried fish from yesterday.
RA: Oh wait, we're out of milk and fish again because guess who's here too?

TF: ah fuck
TF: gryffindors there aint she

RA: Sneaked right past our security system again
RA: We'll need to update it.
RA: Again

TF: of course

RA: This is going to be interesting

TF: interesting my ass this is crazy shit

RA: Maybe
RA: I wonder what is going on with our luck here, it's one crazy thing after another.

TF: dont look at me i didn break no gogdamn mirror or anything
TF: no gogdamn bad luck bringing shit from this brother
TF: got anything to say hal

RA: Nonsense, I have done nothing of the sort.


Kankri huffed as he sat down, annoyance no longer hidden from his face as he finally, finally came to a secluded and quiet spot within the school. 

It was deep within the library, in the very old and almost forgotten section way upstairs. 

Skaian Academics was a huge school, and even bigger if you thought of putting together its various institutions of Skaian High, Skaian Grade school and etc. Chessboard College was the biggest school with an equally big campus, though that was mostly because it was combined with Skaian High so he saw his younger brother and his friends easily throughout the day if he wanted. 

Skaian Grade School and Kindergarden was on another campus a few miles away, the headmaster of the school, a curious old man named Andrew Hussie, was certainly an odd man but he was brilliant just as he was odd and possibly insane. 

Though, never judge a book by his cover; Headmaster Hussie knows all, most poeple would laugh at this whenever the old man said it but he truly did seem to know all. He, of all people, knew that Kankri was the Leader of the Shackled Sufferers. 

And he did nothing about it but warn him not involve the school if he could!

Kankri sipped his decaf coffee contently, greeting the Headmaster as he walked by his little spot underneath a certain tree. His coffee flying out of his grasp and pitiflly landing on the grass, spilling its contents and instead providing the grass its tasteful chemicals instead of Kankri, who thankfully saved his notes from suffering a stained end.

Thwack!

Suddenly the old man thwacked his cane right a top his head! Scolding loudly on how reckless Kankri was with his agents within the vicinity of the school, he had found an agent of his 'coincidentally' one night during a midnight stroll through the woods 'carelessly' throwing away a barrel's worth of their target's blood into the soil on school grounds! 'Shame on you Mister Vantas! You should have trained them better than that!' 

They were lucky no one was near them when Hussie began to lecture Kankri of all people on how he should train his agents, treat his surbordinates and how to properly act like a leader. 

Kankri winced as he scratched at his head, remembering the phantom pain of Hussie's cane bonking his head throughout the lecture whenever he tried to interrupt or say something. 

Anyway, he was in a spot that rarely anyone came to. Sequestered among old but nearly dustless books, the librarian and her assistants were determined people; cleaning every section of the library enough that dust hardly formed anywhere in any section of any shelf. 

It was very peaceful, and one of the places Kankri enjoyed to use to temporarily isolate himself from the bright world of society. As used as he was to the whole societal act, even he needed breaks from time to time and gather his wits before facing the lunacy of the public while acting his own part of lunacy as the 'Insufferable lecturer'. 

He doesn't exactly know how that started or where it came from but it amused him to no end for reasons obviously known. 

Lately it has been harder and harder to keep himself from verbally and maybe even physically snapping at anyone like he usually does as Crimson, constantly reminding himself that he was Kankri Vantas, college freshman and insufferably caring big brother with an utter distaste for violence, racism, and a self-proclaiming social justice warrior. 

While somewhat true, on many parts, he disliked racism, he did somewhat think himself as a social justice warrior, he didn't dislike violence as much as he said he did. If anything, during some days he craved violence, craved to feel the familiar recoil of his firearms, craved the feeling of life-threatening adrenaline and the feeling of Blood in the air...

Yeah, the others would certainly be surprised at how the 'pacifist' of the group had so much bloodlust and how he craved violence like he did. 

He couldn't exactly help it, addiction as well as habit was a powerful thing after all. 

Not to mention his family's connection to Blood, it was a curiously mysterious thing. The Archives don't say much, an old raid by an unknown force had copies and information either stolen or destroyed in the past and Kankri was even lucky to find out about his weird bloodline. 

Though he's learned more with Dexter, he and his father did grow up and looked out for each other in the past so he's learned quite a bit about it but not all.

"Hiding yourself away Kanny?"

Kankri was jolted out of his thoughts and turned to see Porrim, inwardly he was cursing himself as he let his guard down again, it usually happened when he delved into thinking about his bloodline but thankfully it was only Porrim and no one else. 

The red eyed teen sniffed, "I am not, as you say, 'hiding' Porrim. And, honestly, please cease calling me that! I am not a child anymore, I have requested you stop calling me that childish nickname many times, and I would appreciate my request be noted and abided! One of your many campaigns repeat the motto 'No means no,' so why do you not abide by that?" He retorted, glaring slightly at the tattoo'd teen approaching him. Hoping his jab at her feminism would send her away, a tactic he used plenty a times though unfortunately it seems that Porrim was not having it today. 

Porrim was an attractive teen, openly showing her womanly looks with pride and greatfully saying 'Fuck you' to any that said otherwise of her beautiful figure. It even came to her ignoring and retorting to strict old women who scolded her for being 'so unladylike', she had enjoyment in doing things like that. 

She was, unfortunately, taller than him (it seemed that genetic choosing has vexed him and left him shorter than half of his peers but no matter, he had the advantage with his height for more speedy maneuvers and movements because of it) and had grey curling tattoos on her body that were most visible around her arms and curling around her collarbone and neck. She had a lip piercing, and a few ear piercings as well. Her favorite jade make-up was on her face and it verily suited her. 

Wore clothing that bordered the school's dresscode, enough to show her womanly figure as open as she could but still cut back to prevent in getting in official trouble other than disapproving looks, leers and more. Today it was slim fitting black jeans with dark green designs, one inch black heels and a flowy jade crop top that had her Virgo symbol stitched elegantly on the breast in a lovely fashion. Silver jewelry decorated her neck and wrists, no gems, just shiney forged metal and carved designs on the surface that went well with her piercings and silver-hoop earrings. 

Her own designs of course, her family had a talent for fashion and dress-making, her own little sister and Karkat's close friend Kanaya already had a scholarship intended for her for her skills, and she had yet to even consider college; her mind preoccupied with teenage things like love and more, Kankri hears she has a crush on one Rose Lalonde and he had to bite his lip very hard to hide his amused smirk. 

Though he openly laughed when Qrow informed him of how Rose and Kanaya were simply meant to be, when he and Nepeta placed bets on the two on various accounts for various things. 

Porrim rolled her eyes, putting aside her bag and sat across from him, Kankri was glad that he had hesitated in pulling out some plans for the incoming meeting with the Mirthful Church, which was scheduled to happen in a few days in the future, after he had sat down and instead put down his homework for his classes. 

"Look Kanny, you can't keep running away from Cronus every time you see him." She told him, Kankri didn't bother to hide the groan. Dammit, he regrets ever blurting out Cronus' name, he doesn't like the teen that way! He was content in being mostly acquaintances with him, curse Porrim and her insistence on Kankri's love life. 

"PORRIM! How many times must I say this? I hold no qualms towards Cronus! There is nothing wrong between us, and in fact there is nothing between us at all, so please, for the thousandth time, drop it!" Sure he's taken to avoiding the violet-eyed teen but that was because of his own self-embarrassment rather than teenage hormone-ilked sulking, he was content as a single leader thank you very much!

Besides, Cronus was not his type; he liked individuals that can keep up with him combat, tactical and mind-wise, and preferably one who was not too shabby with a firearm. What can he say? Guns were his favorite weapon. 

Porrim deadpanned at him, "Kanny you've been avoiding Cronus every time he tries to talk to you. I think you should give him a chance honestly, though yes I was mad too when he blatantly rejected you like that in front of the others but I heard he's recently had an epiphany." She said teasingly. 

Kankri couldn't hold back his sneer and rolled eyes, deciding that his once, this one time, he would let himself slip and lift his filter from his mouth; he just couldn't take this anymore!

"Porrim I appreciate the effort in trying to provide me a love life but I am quite content as I am. To be entirely truthful I was not serious when I said that Cronus was my pining object of infatuation, I find him at best as a friend that is sometimes a pain at my side and at worst a lowly annoyance that I cannot get rid of. The only reason I had told you that was because of your persistence at my so called love life!" He snapped, standing up and aiming half-lidded eyes of annoyance to the shocked Virgo before him, "And quite frankly whom I choose to pine for is none of your business, Cronus only left my lips that day of 'confession' was becuase his annoyance left a mark and his name was blurted by your stubborn prodding. Candidly enough, I now find Cronus as an acquaintance after both of our embarrassment during that pathetic gesture of 'rejection'; and don't think I did not find out how you and he plotted for that or this Porrim, I may be insufferable but that does not mean I'm not observant!" He growled, captchalouging all his things. 

He turned and barked at a shelf which had hidden one Cronus Ampora who now jolted out of place, stunned as Kankri stomped towards him, "Find someone else for your unruly affections and ridiculous play at my supposed innocent feelings because I am not having it! Good day!" The hidden leader snarled, storming off with a sense of satisfaction. 

Alright, he probably over did it but he's been stressed these past days and Cronus and Porrim were not helping one bit. And if the thought of leaving both Porrim and Cronus in a stunned state filled him with immense satisfaction and amusement then what of it, he's been playing soft all this time, maybe he should be actively seeking the destruction of secrecy; it'd do wonders for him. 

Maybe, that is. For now, he is content with the little burst of reality and will let the future take hold. 


"And that's what happened~!" Chirped the floating mess of glittering pink and lavender. Paw-like hands nonchalantly cradling a glass of milk that had a certain other cat-like teen staring at.

Hal breathed in deeply, "Right, but that doesn't exactly tell us how the fuck you are here and who you are." He pointed out in a deadpanned, beside him Qrow nodded, eyeing the part-eldritch, part-cat and part-teen. Who decided they were non-binary but then again he didn't care, in fact, good for them. He guesses. 

Nepeta twitched, "You guys are being serious that something is there. And by now, if it weren't for the floating glass, I would have seriously asked Xefros to check your mentality." She said, slitted pupils watching in her point of view as a glass of milk floated about, tilting back as the milk disappeared into thin air. It itched on her instincts and nerved, to lack the ability to see something that was there when others could, she didn't like it.

Qrow looked between them, confusion clear on his face, the blank facade gone in lieu of being in the presence of people he could relax around; and for some odd reason that he doesn't know about, this combination of his ecto-sibling and her elritch princess cat sprite was included in it. "You seriously cannot see them, at all?" 

The Leo shook her head, tail flicking irritably as the last of the milk was drained from the cup but was refilled from the carton that suddenly floated in the air as well. 

Jasprosesprite lapped at their glass of milk, "Hmm, true. I am Jasprosesprite^2, combination of Jaspersprite and Rosesprite, how you three cannot remember what happened I do not know nor do I know how Nepeta cannot seem to see or hear me." She hummed, before tilting her head, "Jasprosesprite^2 ismeowthful. Hehe, I think I shall follow both your leads, adress me as Chesire from now on, it shall be my new name!" Ja-Chesire purred in triumph, toasting in victory. 

Both brothers stared at them, "Comb, combination of Jaspersprite and Rosesprite? When the fuck did that happen?!" Qrow demanded, feeling uncomfortably numb once again. 

Nepeta stayed silent, observing the whole thing and though she had a lot of questions she knows she would have to wait till the conversation was over to ask properly. 

Chesire frowned, narrowing their eyes at them, looking at Qrow, Hal and Nepeta. They could sense both Hal and Qrow were still somewhat part sprite, Qrow's wings were a clear sign and Hal's appearance was another, Nepeta however... it was faint, barely there, and they were worried, what had happened to Davepetasprite? 

They opened their mouth, about to answer when suddenly their form flickered. 

Crash!

Chesire groaned uncomfortably as the glass of milk fell to the floor, shattering and spilling their milk 'What a waste of good milk.' They thought to themselves faintly but that train of thought was abruptly stopped as their form continued to flicker, causing more discomfort to the sprite. 

Qrow jolted up, "Oh shit! Ro, uh, Chesire, what the fuck is happening?!" Nepeta perked up, alert, confused, and concerned as she hears the concern and panic in Qrow's voice, the glass shattering on the floor had caused her to tense.

Chesire grunted, eyes closed in seeming concentration, the flickering ceased but soon enough their legs were becoming alarmingly transparent, disappearing slowly. "Wow that feels unpleasant." They groaned, looking down to their fading legs, "Oh for the love of! I guess this is farewell, if only temporarily, I can't seem to form my body like this away from a certain something or someones." They look up to see the concerned faces and they give them a cheeky smile, hiding the small strain. 

"Don't look like that brother mine, or brothers, Hal you are a brother of course. I'll be fine, I will simply be down for the count for a little while. I cannot stay physically like this for long periods of times it seems, I need time to recharge, it's a recent developement, I've felt the drain ever since I slipped into this interesting little universe." Chesire looks back down to their disappearing torso, legs gone, "Do not worry for little old me, I shall be back in time, or I will at least try to. This universe is quite interesting don't you agree?I have the right to explore a little bit, till we meet again at another time brothers! And it was nice seeing you again Nepeta, even you you cannot see or hear me, you look quite fetching as a semi-human did you know?" They chuckled, before waving and disappearing in a small flash of pink.

"Ta~!

Silence reigned the room and both Qrow and Hal stared at the place where Chesire had disappeared from, Nepeta glancing at them and the spot before tentatively asking, "Are... Are they gone?" 

Qrow twitched before storming into the kitchen, "I need a drink!" He briefly shouted, much to the surprise of the olive-eyed semi-human. 

Hal sighs deeply, and tiredly, metal fingers massaging his forehead and he began to mutter underneath his breath, Nepeta looked at him in concern then at Qrow who came back with a bottle of hard vodka, a bucket of ice and a few shot glasses. 

What just happened?


Chesire groaned as they reappeared in an empty alley, form flickering quickly. They look down to their paws and wince as they see their paws fading in and out. They close their eyes and take a deep breath, cat ears flicking and whiskey tentacles twitching as they did. 

They open their eyes and disappear in a flash of lavender, before reappearing in another place. They look around warily, a twinge in their hearts as they floated in the air, 'Isn't this a sight for sore eyes.' They thought to themselves as they floated around the familiar room, floating fown from the air and dropping to sit on the side of the bed though careful not to jostle or wake a certain someone on the bed. 

They looked on the bed, a bittersweet feeling in their chests as they stare at the person that slept in it. They stared into a familiar face, looking at the tired shut eyes of Rose Lalonde. Despite it being light out, she was asleep in her room. In their room. 

Chesire hummed softly as they began to feel a little better, closing their eyes they floated off from the bed, feeling a tether taking place, linking them to the slumbering teen underneath them. 'Is this what happened Davepeta? Or rather, Qrow?' They thought to themselves, poking mentally at the bond, only to jolt as they realized the poke somehow made Rose stir from her slumber. 

Rose groaned softly as she shifted in her sheets, faintly she remembers entering her room tiredly, finally home with her mother, Roxy and Aunt Rosa. Sleep had avoided them all as they stayed at the Strider abode, they couldn't stay there forever and so they returned to their own home, and as soon as Rose entered her room she had crashed to sleep on her bed. 

The lavender eyed teen sniffed and groggily began to open her eyes, wincing at the piercing light of... pink and lavender? She squinted before blinking her eyes awake, vision blurry and blinded a bit before the image of... her own glowing and flickering face before her. 

"W-Wha?!" She gasped, sitting up, instinctively flinching and bracing herself for impact before blinking as she felt nothing. She panted slightly, tired mind stirring restlessly, "That was, I was sure that." She murmured before shaking her head, but the bizarre image of her own face, pink and lavender, cat-like features and tentacle whiskers... She must have been more tired than she truly thought. 

Outside her room, hidden, one Chesire sighed in relief as Rose roused from her bed, tiredly leaving her room and entering her bathroom. That was close, as much as they wanted to go face to face with their counterpart, they aren't actually prepared for that. Still feeling a bit weak from the travel and the fact something in this universe was sapping their energy... But then it seemed staying close to Rose, and later on as she learned staying close to any or all of the Lalondes, was restoring that energy. 

They huffed, looking around and closing their eyes, mind trying to think. An idea enters their head and they think about it contemplatively nodding their head, it could work, in fact... 

They left in a flash of pink, in her Rose stopped as she sees a flash of pink briefly appear outside her window. She looks out and frowns when she finds nothing. She palms her face before sighing and turning away from the window, but making sure it was closed, locked and covered. 

The future never looked so interesting.