[ covered in burnt rubble ] hey

[ IMMEDIATELY USING THE CROOK OF THE STAFF TO GUIDE THE WOLVES TO YANG ] GET AWAY FROM ME!

G ET AEAY FROM ME HOW DO YOU KEEP FINDING ME

SHUT. UP

you know what. I don't have to deal with this. go my beowulf

[ slowly taking out her scythe ]

I can see your wrinkles from here

do you have to say this while I'm stuck with you

you should kill him about it

[ screaming like a sheep ] GETT OFF OF MEEEE

[ trying to struggle out of her grasp. ]

I DONT KNOOOWW YOUUU.

get away from me

I refuse to be related to you

somethings. wrong with you people.

That is not a Gun?

[ She takes the can. It seems to fade and tarnish where her fingertips touch it. ]

Or a shot.

[ She inspects the can, before promptly throwing it with an unusual amount of strength at the nearest object. ]

[ not even blinking ] why did you Stab It. like it owed you money

can I have the can

[ . . A roar erupts from the woods. Followed by another. And /another/. ]

[ A beastly cacophony, getting closer and closer. ]

[ Grimm, by the hundred. ]

[ The ringing of the bell plunges the area into pure /silence/. Conversations cut short, the constant sound of life grinding to a sudden halt. Everything is still... waiting. Listening. ]

[ Ding.
Ding.
Ding. ]

// today on ' paws blorbos '

woe. beowolf be upon ye

// better look at blanche b3cause actually I'm super proud of this

[ . . There's the faintest hint of a smile as she settles the crook, starting to walk. The sounds of creatures stirring around her is impossible to ignore, but she doesn't... seem bothered. ]

It's nice to have someone to talk to.

[ Waving her crook up at him. ]

It's time to go! We're close this time around. You can come, too.

just me . and the bird that keeps coming back around . I put a scarf on it.

whatever. go my rodents

:: Temporary Pinned. Rwby oc. you know me