In the peaceful realm of Vanaheim, Qrow Manor houses their criminally insane. Though it is a place to avoid, Ryan realizes entering the gates will be the only way to bring some peace back to their broken family. Unfortunately, everything comes at th...
A/N: So, BK's weapon is basically Crescent Rose (Ruby's weapon) from RWBY. If you don't watch that show, honestly why not? It's amazing, but here's a gif of it in action:
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Also, here's a super amazing drawing of Croc that dxvilsnight did that I'm still so in love with <3
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They must've walked down five to six levels to reach the bottom of the dungeon. Each layer seemed different. They gave off the essence of secrets and evil. Stepping into the sewer, they were surprised how it smelled more like a swamp than waste. They walked over wooden boards, some of which were half sunken in the waters.
"Place like this is pretty fitting for him, honestly." Ricky muttered, examining the cracked walls.
"Yeah, but do you really think Mike's going to want to live down here too?" Ghost wondered aloud.
"Hm, Babe, he used the live in the Valley. It's probably like being home for him, except less crowded." He replied.
"Jasper, I can't help but notice, you prefer your guard dogs to have been from the hardest neighbors possible." Ryan commented, "I mean, they all came from Black Valley, and now you've got two Cajuns."
Micah glanced over his shoulder at his boss, "You didn't happen to mention he was Cajun."
"I didn't know myself, though it explains why he talks like a thief. No offense."
"None taken. I believe my amour* was right when he referred to my kind as heathens." He jumped from the wood platforms over the water to the concrete off to the side. Micah placed the torch in his hand into a place holder on the wall. He helped Friday over easily. Then, offering his hand to Marci, "Ladies first."
"I've got it myself, thank you." She replied ever so cheerfully and hopped over with ease.
He turned his attention over to Ghost, "Ma dame*?"
Taking the aid's hand delicately, he allowed Micah to help him over the gap. Ghost nearly fell into him. Bashfully, he took a step back, "Sorry. Thank you for the hand."
