o4 . january catchall

[clocktowers]

Who: clocktowers and CR.
What: A bit of drama at Clockhouse.
When: Early January
Where: Throughout Trench.

Content Warnings: Tagged in subject lines as needed.

Ozpin's Vampirism Timeline:
- [Ford] rescue from the Sleeper Farm
- [Qrow] not talking about it
- [Willow, Tara] rancid vibes
- [Zhongli] a fight
- [Willow] stalking
- [Willow] on the groupchat
- [Oscar] checking in
- [Ruby] the intervention pit
- [Ange] on the groupchat
- [Sayo] a wakeup call
- [Shannon] after the wakeup call
- [Faith, Willow] a confrontation
- [Willow] on the groupchat
- [Oz] on the groupchat
- [Qrow] after the confrontation
- [Willow, Ford] discussing options
- [Faith, Qrow] hostile stalking
- [PH house] meeting the inlaws
- [Qrow] an offer
- [Willow] reconciling
- [Ford] at the Red
- [Willow] wolf talk

Comments

[forwantofahorse]

I- I suppose she is, yes...

[Sayo deliberately fidgets, making an act of being very uncomfortable with this line of questioning, but her internal Beatrice is cackling. Hook, line, and sinker.]

[clocktowers]

[ It is a tidy explanation, and so he accepts it without further pressing. The greater point of this conversation, after all, was to decrease his presence as a threat in her eyes.

The smile he gives her is small and pitying, and still faintly faraway with thought. ]

Formidable indeed. I will bear her story in mind.

[ He rallies to a smoother smile, a tip of the head that is both acknowledgment and the beginnings of a polite dismissal. She has given him all he wanted and more; he'll not hold her here in discomfort any longer. ]

And should you want any more stories, Shannon, do know you're always welcome to come and read with me in here.

wrap?

[forwantofahorse]

[Sayo fantasizes about leaving mysterious bloody handprints on his door when she notices the pitying quality in that smile. Almost imperceptibly, her grip on her tea tightens, but her smile is as Shannon as ever.]

Of course, Ozpin-san. Ah- But I have work to do helping Oscar-san in the garden, so I'm afraid I must be off...

[She is actively preventing herself from committing mental murder as she scooches out of her chair.]