On the surface, Atlas might be a better choice. Far as you can tell, your problem is impossible to solve with normal means. Your augments themselves are the product of Singularities, and so more Singularities (or, at least, the closest thing Remnant's got) are probably your best option for fixing them. The technological capital of the world, Qrow said. Even if they are, supposedly, stuck-up pricks.
Despite all that, you decide: "Mistral. I'm intending to go to Mistral."
Maybe it's because of that magical tree sap Carmen had you drag back from the Outskirts, the shit that either healed you or simply blew you up. Or the way that pretty much every Abnormality Carmen's ever extracted was somehow able to magically break the laws of physics in new and unique ways. Almost magical. You're willing to put some faith in magic.
Qrow says, "Well, that makes my life easier," with a laugh. "Means I won't have to forge a whole folder's worth of documents. Immigration protocols are a pain, 'specially since Jimmy's on such high alert."
He gestures vaguely at Mimicry, continuing, "Heck, I don't think there's any amount of paperwork that could get that thing through customs. Probably for the best."
Xiao and Miris exchange a glance, then both shrug. "If you hear any news, whether it pertains to Lowell and the rest of the Liu, other Cityfolk, or anything you find important, please let us know. One Cityfolk to another," Xiao says.
You nod. "Sure. Good luck with your search."
"While I don't know what you are searching for," Miris responds, "I wish you the same. May both our fires burn bright in our quests for our desires."
That actually gives you pause. Previously, you kind of just forgot to tell the Liu Fixers something as simple as your name. It's not really something you were hiding, nor something you give out like candy, but it still led to some awkwardness down the road. Now, you're remembering. You've never told either Xiao or Miris about your… sticky mortality situation. Only Qrow, at this point.
Do they deserve to know?
[ ] Tell Xiao and Miris everything. They're two of the only people on Remnant that understand what being unable to heal means for an augmented Fixer.
[ ] Don't tell them anything. For all that they are loyal, trustworthy people, part of the reason they listen to you at all is your sheer strength. A dying person is… not strong.
[ ] A compromise.
Qrow says he'll have the papers ready by the end of the day, delivered to your borrowed apartment. Then he's bailing out to Mistral or whatever. You're happy enough with that.
Glynda ends up calling you back, rescheduling the check-in for the afternoon. The agenda is surprisingly simple: a case debrief, followed by the same question as Qrow: what are you doing next? Now that you've finally made up your mind, you can actually answer it. And after the debrief, she confides that Miris already told her the events of it; she simply wanted corroboration, as well as anything you might have picked up that he didn't.
Which explains her reaction: calm and unemotional. You'd expected a hint of surprise. But if Miris already told her everything… yeah. Whatever Distortion emotion-bombs might've been dropped on her, she's already had time to react to, process.
The… only thing that you remember, that the red haired Fixer might not have covered. Is your hallucination or thing you misheard or whatever. That time when you might have imagined
her voice. And frankly, you're not willing to speak about Carmen to
Glynda. If Carmen really has…
Actually. You have no idea what's going on there. Not the slightest clue. She wasn't even speaking to you. You're certain of that. It's too bizarre to be something you might imagine. But it's also too bizarre to be something that actually happened.
…Maybe it's a Remnant-specific thing. Something to do with hearing the voices of the dead, or sirens, or other otherworldly bullshit. If that's the case, then maybe the headmistress of the Huntsman academy
would know something. And then maybe you should ask…
Fuck, did you just talk yourself into this?
[ ] Yes. Tell Glynda about the… Voice and the name you heard—Pyrrha? Jaune?
[ ] Nope. You're not ready for this.
Qrow drops by to deliver the papers in person. You can't read them, but he points to a very particular green piece of paper, saying that it's a one-way ticket for a boat to Mistral, leaving early tomorrow. Billed your account for it, apparently, somehow (the size of which, based on the number of zeroes, has gone down significantly). It's… kind of him, you suppose. You weren't entirely sure you wanted to leave literally tomorrow, but now that an avenue's open… you'll take it.
You wonder if he knew that.
As you drift to sleep for the final time in Vale, you dream of memories past…
Pick one.
[ ] Your final battle.
- [ ] … against a man in a black suit, amongst towers of books.
- [ ] … against a woman in a furred coat, underneath a starry sky.
[ ] … against your mirror image.
[ ] Great times.
- [ ] … spent with Gabriel, Michelle, and Elijah, as they attempted to explain shit you couldn't understand.
- [ ] …spent with Daniel, Lisa, and Enoch, as you discussed philosophy and fought monsters (under the bed).
[ ] …spent with Benjamin, Carmen, and (sigh) Ayin, as they talked about hopes, dreams, and the Seed of Light.
A/N: I saw that pretty much every single Project Moon quest managed to update today, and decided I wanted in on that action. Hence this shitty placeholder of a chapter.
These… definitely are choices alright.
also why did all of the votes come in after I closed voting what why who when how where