back in the eighteen hundreds
"Qrow, c'mon, we have to fight or else we die," a man said as a bullet shot through his head
"JAMES," Qrow yelled in a crying tone
present-day
Qrow watched as the bus drove past him, "great, just another day," he thought while crossing the street to his apartment complex
"Hey Qrow, could you help with the generator outback," a man asked
"Yeah, sure Al," Qrow answered as he walked to the shed and grabbed the toolbox "what's wrong with it now," he asked
"it's just been acting up, the electrician said that it would be a death trap to do it without the proper equipment, but seeing as you're immortal if you die you'll just wake up in an hour or two," Alejandro said
"yep," he said, "well I'll get started," he added
"Alejandro, I finished." Qrow said while walking into the room of the apartment clerks desk, Alejandro was a slim 6'4" male with a dragon tattoo on his left arm, he wore a white T-shirt and baggy jeans most of the time. Qrow was a Semi-buff 7'5" giant who had a tattoo of two AK's crossed with an American flag waving in the background on his back and he wore a greyish-black shirt with baggy jeans, he wore a pair of dog-tags with his name from the first world war imprinted on them, sadly he was already two-thousand and five-hundred years old by that time.
"Awesome." Alejandro answered, suddenly a bullet shot through Qrows head from the back, it seemed to have been from a building judging by the downwards slant of the entrance and exit of it. About forty minutes later Qrow woke up on Alejandroes mattress in the backroom and groaned in pain.
"Al." Qrow said, Alejandro, flew through the door with bandages and gauze, "Oh, thanks bud." Qrow said with a smile
"No problem man, it looked like that bullet almost blew every bit of your brain out, I mean, pieces of your head flew everywhere." Alejandro said with an expression that screamed 'it was amazing!'
"Al. Who saw?" Qrow asked.