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.

A dark figure loomed over Moira's sleeping frame, the shadows seemed to come alive as the room became engulfed in darkness.

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Moira bolted upright, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as she sprung awake, launched out of her sleep. She sat up and shook her head lightly letting out a deep sigh and swinging her legs off the side of the cot she slept in. Stretching until several pops were heard, she finally stood up and gazed out through the small garage windows into the starlit sky, watching the setting moon. [b [+magenta "Perfect."]] She spoke softly and managed a small smile as she gathered her clothes, taking an early morning shower and enjoying the lack of human interaction as she got ready to go to work.

Nearly thirty minutes later, wearing her usual grey, sleaveless turtle-neck shirt, a jean jacket, black jeans and her boots, Moira grabbed her keys and purse and walked out to her car. She slid into the drivers seat and pulled out of the driveway swiftly making her way towards her shop; [b Marigold Fusion]. A mechanics and inventing shop she created within her first lifetime renouned in the town for her creations spanning from simple auto-repair to cybernetics, robotics, droids and more. She was currently working on several projects due to clients by the end of the week, she quickly changed into overalls once at the shop and got to work.

Moira's back was turned to the door when the bell dinged. [b [+magenta "I'll be with you in a minute."]] She called back simply, creating the final touches of a small buttler-bot when the cold barrel of a gun was pressed to the back of her head. A shot rang out and everything went black.

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[b [+blue "Moira... Moira!"]] A familiar voice called her name, shaking her awake as she opened her eyes in a dimly lit room in the back of the shop out of site.

Moira sighed and sat up, looking at the girl who's eyes seemed to glitter with wonder. [b [+magenta "Stop looking at me like that"]] Moira growled. [b [+magenta "Have you done anything in the shop today while I was out, Maria?"]] She glared at the girl.

[b [+blue "You mean other than clean your blood off of everything? No."]] Maria replied simply with a smile indicating she was used to Moira's snippy attitude.

((sorry it took me so long... hope it's not too bad))

Jace Teller. Another immoral. An incarnation. Lust. Lust can take any form such as the lust for sexuality, money, or power. 

The guy is 6’2, almost 200 pounds of muscles that he hides. Only those bedded have seen how cut he is. J has gold stored from old times. Paintings he occasionally sells. He works for fun. One of the perks of never dying. Fake dying and them moving, obviously.

He shares an apart with a mortal girl. He has her paying the ‘smaller’ bills. He covers the rent, internet, Netflix, Hulu, and HBO Max. She covers the gas, electricity, and 60% of the groceries. 

Jace was soaking in the tub his roommate came in running. Interrupting his peace. 

“my mother just called. She may be exaggerating but there was a shoot out where she lives. People in the lobby heard a window break and the all ran to their apartment”
“ I'm naked. Go away.” he looks at the girl who wasn't looking at him, “That's how people die.”
“You're not curious? It's been a while since I've heard a shootouts happening. Lately its been in NYC or a Mall in texas.”
“You're insane. Go to sleep.” the girl sighs before leaving.

It's weird how she can acknowledge him but yet see through him. His looks and money appeal to her. The girl is straight but won't bat an eye at him. He did however go out of the tub to go get dressed. He'll investigate it for her. She worked a double at the bar. She needs to see before she takes out her sleep deprivation on hin. Plus he won't allow any harm to befall her. 

After putting on comfy clothes (grey sweat pants, a black v-neck shirt, army boots, and a pair of shades.) Jace leaves his luxury condo and gets in his car. He sat there for almost ten minutes smoking a joint before taking off. He didn't go straight to her mother’s house. He went to pick up his dey cleaning, a Starbucks drink and a a handful of desserts, flowers for the girl’s mom, and to take out cash

Weird thing is, the closer he got the more he sensed something. He felt it once before but never knew what it was. The closer he got the more his blood boiled? What...