dial h for hire [video]

[unweave]

[ The feed picks up with a slight buzz of static. The visuals over the network focus on a waist-up shot of Aranea who isn't looking too hot. Not only is her face bruised (healing black eye, slightly swollen nose and busted lip), but there is a bandage pack poking out from under her top. ]

Don't want to waste anyone's time — there's enough stupid messages coming across this every day and I don't want to add to it.

My names Aranea Highwind and I'm recruiting for a mercenary group — odd jobs, monster hunts, personal protection, and the like. I'm willing to give a large cut on jobs I get in, bordering 65%. Tough sons of a bitches please apply and those looking for their problems to be solved? I'm your gal.

[ I mean, even now she's confident with a sly smirk plastered on her face. This is the most blunt ass sales pitch ever? But — ]

You can't trust everyone you meet here, some people will literally stab you. [ She nudges the view to her hip, but rolls her eyes as the camera gets back to her. ] But, there's still people wanting to help out. Why waste your time at that shitty fight club when you can make a difference and get paid for it? Think about it.

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[unpromising]

It was worth a shot.

[ Short shirts and a nurse outfit... :9 ]

By the way, monster hunts are something I used to do back where I'm from. Though if you want me, you'll have to woo me.

[ Qrow are you still talking about work ]

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You should get better at aiming.

[ His shots, she means. ]

After our fight? Mmmmm... I'm not sure if I'm in the mood to woo. [ Now, that was definitely teasing. ] You'll have to convince me on why you're A-list material.

[unpromising]

[ He's not particularly insulted! People can think whatever they want about him. (Diss the people he respects, though, then that's going to start a fight. ]

Guess you'll have to see my sword in action, then. It might be a... first-hand experience type of thing, you know?

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Show me soon then.

[ She says with a challenging voice. ]

[unpromising]

All you gotta do is ask.

[ Because... it'd be weird if he came up to Aranea just so say "hey, fight me". ]

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Making a lady do the work?

[ I mean??? ]

[unpromising]

What, don't tell me you're expecting flowers and a teddy bear?

[ What century is this ]

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If you think I'm that type of gal, you need to talk to women more.

[ GOD. ]

[unpromising]

Heh. Maybe I do, I'm losing my touch. Been traveling and working alone for more than a year now. Socialising's been tough.

[ But he's not here for sympathy! ]

Fight me when you're better.

[unweave]

Sounds like a sob story. [ Teasing!!! ] Maybe you should get off your ass and get to fixing that.

[ But, she smirks. ]

It's a date, pretty boy.

[unpromising]

I dunno if you've noticed, but I'm trying to get a job here.

[ STOP TEASING HIM!! He's supposed to be doing the teasing 8( ]

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With me? [ Sorry, you've met your match. ] Didn't notice.

[unpromising]

You'll see eventually. Then you'll be all-- That Qrow? He is so cool, and I want to be him to protect me and be his friend.

[ A pause. ]

Not that you need protecting. I'm just saying.

[unweave]

Sounds like you want some hero worship. Or fangirls.

[unpromising]

Now that you mention it...

[ Fangirls would be nice. . . they can all wear miniskirts. :'D ]

Guess I gotta work on that in the future.

[unweave]

Unreachable goals are always good motivators, I hear.

[ :') ]

[unpromising]

You think I'm so uncool... I had so many girls asking for number back home.

[ Because they were his students. And they wanted to ask him things about class. . . ]

[unweave]

Nah, not that. I just don't give guys boosts to their egos. Mediocre men with ambition can be the most deadly of all.

[ She doesn't...compliment many people, really. So! ]

[unpromising]

Fair enough.

[ Credit where credit is due! ]

I don't crave acceptance and praise, anyway.

[unweave]

Those are always good from time to time, though.

[unpromising]

Can't see why it'd be good, in my case.

[ crawwwwling iiin my skiiiin ]

[unweave]

Awww, what's wrong, pretty boy? In a brooding mood?

[unpromising]

Yeah. You might wanna get used to it.

[unweave]

Jeez. Don't be a buzzkill. I was just starting to like you.

[unpromising]

What? I'm not fun if I write poetry?

[ He clears his throat, then begins... ]

What have you wrought? A smothering indistinctness of agony as perceptions twist. Once we experienced bliss, glad-hearted and hand in hand, but your heart soured.