FC part 211

Walking out of a grocery store, a fairly well groomed man walks out with a brown bag. Not attracting too much attention, just being another normal person after work. After a good eight minute walk the man gets to his house. Rare sight for a place so urban but it's not impossible. After he unlocks the door and gets in after walking he sits at the kitchen table, then places the brown bag softly to the side. He pulls out a neat compact turkey sandwich. Chew.

(...)
(Welp, FC is dead. Pack your stuff and go home.)

(Jesus Christ, just shut up please)

Yang coughed, awkwardly. "So uh, is there a reason you’ve been avoiding me?"

"From what I know, people usually don't like to be surprised by the appearance of their parents from nowhere. Especially if those people have a job as important as yours here."

Raven chuckled to herself.

"And plus, what would I have to say that you don't already know by now?"

"I dunno. How's your world doing? I haven’t been there for nine years." Yang shrugged.

"Oh, fantastic. What did we do to warrant such a thing?" Yang asked, with a sigh.

"Don't know, but it made front page news in Vale. I called Qrow about it and he said, and I quote: 'not the best time, you son of a bitch', then hung up. Best laugh I've had in months."

Raven softly smiled.

"Well, it’s good to see you in such good spirits. Nine years ago I would’ve tried to smack that smile off your face, y’know." Yang smiled with her.

"Yes, that was the problem wasn’t it." Yang chuckled.

"It definitely was."

Raven chuckled as well. Why hadn't she ever had a friendly conversation with her daughter before now?

"So, what're you gonna do now?" Yang asked, curiously.

"Well, we could always use more help at the station." Yang said, jokingly.

"Yeah, I know. Still, there are a couple of things you could do to help out." Yang shrugged.

"There are...things, underneath this planet that need exterminating." Yang states. "Normally, I'd deal with it, but as an officer I have other responsibilities. You’d be paid, obviously."

After looking at his surroundings, the alternate Terrarian walks the POTD streets, hoping to find some sort of library.

"Monsters that are worse than the Grimm."

"Yeah, good point. It’d take a while to actually explain what they are completely. They’re called the Hive, undead aliens that perform dark rituals and crazy sacrifices. They come in many sizes, typically depending on how much they’ve killed. I can give you some images, but we'd have to go down to the station." Yang stated.