Yang's not actually sure the guy in the (admittedly sick-looking) leather jacket noticed her at first, because he's too busy staring at the moon. Which is weird. Yeah, the moon's a bit blown up, but so what? That's just how moons are. She's about to move on and keep looking when he finally seems to snap out of it, and he's...yeah, he's honestly more helpful than she might have expected. He still doesn't seem quite all "there", but Yang will take it right now.
"I was travelling in a group. There's, uh...two girls about my age, one who's a little younger, a boy about the same age, and two adults. The girls are...one of them has long black hair, yellow eyes, and cat ears on top of her head. The other one has white hair in a braid, and a scar across her left eye. The younger kids...one of them's my kid sister, she's got short black hair, a red cloak and she's carrying a scythe. The younger guy's dressed in sort of like work clothes, you know? But he's got a really fancy-looking cane. Uh...the adults, one of 'em is my uncle, he's about forty, kind of dishevelled-looking, he also has a scythe and is..." After a moment, Yang sighs. "Almost certainly a little drunk." Qrow really hadn't taken the Ozpin stuff well, and Yang could tell he was spiralling. Been hitting his hip-flask a lot more often, and it hadn't been helpful lost in the wilderness. "The last one's an old lady, she's short and got cybernetic implants for eyes. Big mechanical goggle-looking things."
So, a group of people almost as likely to stand out in a crowd as Sephiroth himself. "We were together maybe...an hour ago? Little less? Right before I woke up in the garage. They gotta be nearby, I just...have to find them first."
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"I was travelling in a group. There's, uh...two girls about my age, one who's a little younger, a boy about the same age, and two adults. The girls are...one of them has long black hair, yellow eyes, and cat ears on top of her head. The other one has white hair in a braid, and a scar across her left eye. The younger kids...one of them's my kid sister, she's got short black hair, a red cloak and she's carrying a scythe. The younger guy's dressed in sort of like work clothes, you know? But he's got a really fancy-looking cane. Uh...the adults, one of 'em is my uncle, he's about forty, kind of dishevelled-looking, he also has a scythe and is..." After a moment, Yang sighs. "Almost certainly a little drunk." Qrow really hadn't taken the Ozpin stuff well, and Yang could tell he was spiralling. Been hitting his hip-flask a lot more often, and it hadn't been helpful lost in the wilderness. "The last one's an old lady, she's short and got cybernetic implants for eyes. Big mechanical goggle-looking things."
So, a group of people almost as likely to stand out in a crowd as Sephiroth himself. "We were together maybe...an hour ago? Little less? Right before I woke up in the garage. They gotta be nearby, I just...have to find them first."