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[unpromising]

Who: Qrow Branwen (unpromising) + anyone.
What: Catch-all for the second part of the event.
When: Oct.
Where: A carriage, Wyver.
Warning(s): Will add as needed.

TRAVELLING TO WYVER.
[ Qrow's been told that this whole epidemic and then some has been more than a warm welcome for him and rest of the refugees in his batch. He couldn't agree more, but he also thinks that it could be a lot worse. He thinks deeply about the situation, as well as the situation he was once in back in his own world. He broods silently, and the only noise that comes out of his person is the alcohol hitting the walls of his flask as he fishes it out of his pocket.

Drinking some of it hits him hard, a burning feeling down his throat. This is already normal for him, but it doesn't mean he's averse to the side-effects of alcohol. It's why he decides to initiate conversation. This carriage ride would be a lot more exciting if the other people he was riding with would actually speak up a little.

Any unlucky person who manages to look him in the eye will be subject to having a conversation with him. (I'm sorry.) ]

Any chance you got a snack on you?

[ Okay, maybe it's not a conversation after all, but more of a beginning of a request. ]


FIGHTING PIT.
[ A new place means new opportunities - Qrow said literally never. He's not an optimistic man, and it's why he just trucks along without looking forward to much. Olympia was a strange experience (understatement), and so is Wyver. It's still difficult to accept that Remnant is gone and that he's the only one here so far. Also, he doesn't have anybody to bum off of, and he has to make his own money to be able to keep the alcohol in his blood pumping.

Also, food. Food is very important, and he needs money for food, as well.

Qrow's decided to do what he's more accustomed to, which is fighting. His injury's healed and he's a lot more nimble now, which is why he's begun to rack up quite a few wins in this fighting pit he's in. Fortunately, death isn't a punishment nor is it a prize to anybody who loses. The only consequence is shame.

One might find themselves being Qrow's next competition. Weapons are allowed, and Qrow himself is wielding a sword. It can turn into a shotgun and a scythe, but a shotgun just seems too unfair to use at a time like this. For now, it's just the sword. Perhaps if his competitor pushes him hard, he'll use his scythe.

Or perhaps one finds Qrow after he's done fighting. He's managed to gain enough silver for a week or two. Instead of continuing to fight, he sits in a corner and watches everybody else do it. He doesn't look particularly sociable right now, but loneliness radiates off his entire being. ]


WILDCARD.
[ Feel free to hit me up with a prompt of your own. Here is my plotting comment. ]

[ Note: Qrow brings bad luck to the people near him! Here is more info on it, and please let me know if you're cool w/ your character being affected or not. ]

Comments

[emblazes]

Can't one of us just do that?

[WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE. WHY ARE VIRGIN OLD PEOPLE TEARS SPECIAL?]

[unpromising]

[ Dad is here for you, boy! ]

... I'm not going to get slapped today. [ Today, by which he means he's been slapped before. And possibly also in the future. ]

Not crying, either. You do it.

[emblazes]

Can't we just use regular water and put salt in it?

[Keith only cries over his mommy issues. Not on cue...gosh.]

Why did you take this mission in the first place-?!

[unpromising]

Thought it'd be easy! It basically said "help me shop for groceries and I'll give you 150 silver"!

[ He regrets his entire life right now. ]

[emblazes]

If it were easy, they would've done it themselves.

[First rule of accepting weird tasks: don't.]

What's the worst thing you've ever done?

[unpromising]

They could've just been lazy.

[ The question makes him stop, though. He looks Keith directly in the eye with an expression that means business. ]

Don't ask.

[emblazes]

[He's frowning, pauses mid-stride.]

I already did.

[u wanna throw down...dad...]

[unpromising]

[ Wow, this guy is unrelenting. Not a bad quality to have, but for him to be the victim of such a trait!!! Hah... ]

Okay, I'll tell you, but you gotta keep mum about it.

[ Without even waiting for Keith to answer, he begins his "story". ]

Back when I was younger, I was part of a four-person team called STRQ. We were studying to be Huntsmen and Huntresses at this prestigious school called Beacon. The T in our team, Tai, was trying to impress my sister. So I told him he had to do some things.

He grew a soul patch because I told him to. It doesn't look so bad on him. Then I told him to wear these cargo shorts—totally uncool, but he was able to pull it off. Then I told him that my sister likes her men with a clean look, so I told him to wax his entire body.

[emblazes]

[Keith's prepared to hear something illegal. Maybe he stole something, maybe he killed a guy? His brain's reaching, especially after Qrow's initial reaction.

So, imagine his disappointment when he's told a bizarre highschool-drama-esque story. His expression falls further and further as he goes on about those various lies; one one hand, at least he hasn't killed anyone before?! Great news for Keith. On the other hand, it sounds like the worst thing Qrow's capable of is: giving shoddy, fake advice.

So much for making him cry.]

So the worst thing you did was lie to keep someone away from your sister?

[The depth of how lame cargo shorts and fullbody waxing is...is lost on him. Mostly because Keith's socially stunted and inept. He's sporting a mullet, for example.]

[unpromising]

You didn't get the moral of the story, kid.

[ """Moral""". ]

I made him wax his entire body. You know how painful that is?

[ A beat, and he places a hand on Keith's shoulder. ]

It'll make you cry.

[emblazes]

[Stop playing up the weirdest things?!]

...No?

[Primarily because he's never done it. Rhetorical in hindsight. He's awkwardly quiet from there, dubious look slowly becoming more and more suspect....]

You're not waxing me.

[Gonna have to collect tears some other way.]

[unpromising]

[ He didn't even say that as a suggestion. But that is convenient... ]

What? You'll have nice legs.

[emblazes]

Then why don't we wax your legs?!

[Maybe this was a good idea after all. If he knows where to go to get it done.]

If you get it done, you won't have to feel bad about what you did to that guy.

[Keith's making a lot of assumptions......]

[unpromising]

You assume I feel bad. And I have great legs.

[ Legs worth days, too.

He rolls his eyes and continues forward, checking whatever else is on the list. They can probably just skip that and move onto the other items. ]

Alright - this looks easy. 20 pig noses.

1/2

[emblazes]

I asked you what the worst thing you ever did was, you're supposed to feel bad if you're using that as an answer?!

[AT LEAST TELL HIM SOMETHING YOU FEEL SHITTY ABOUT.]

--How is that easy?!

[emblazes]

Who needs twenty pig noses, and why-?!

[unpromising]

Can't we just buy pig noses in the market?

[ Guess who doesn't know much about society!!! ]

[emblazes]

I...haven't seen any.

[Which doesn't mean they don't exist, but that's still not at all what he had in mind.]

You're gonna buy that many pig noses?

[IS THE PAYOFF WORTH IT? Qrow...what a cute alcoholic woodland man.]

[unpromising]

It shouldn't be that expensive.

[ Probab... ly??? ]

[emblazes]

Why wouldn't twenty pig noses be expensive?!

[Twenty of anything is expensive...]

[unpromising]

... What if a pig nose is only half a silver's worth?

[ 10 silver shouldn't be that bad, right! ]

Besides, we're getting paid ten times more.

[emblazes]

Isn't there anything more normal on your list?

[Probably not, if these are things OTHER people want to be accomplished for them in their stead. Worth asking.]

[unpromising]

Tell you what.

[ He folds the list and hands it over to Keith. ]

You check it out.

[emblazes]

[He'd put up the It's Your List You Pick Something defense, but this is affecting both of them all of a sudden.

And so it's accepted, glanced over...]

"Clean off the statues at the square and bring back the used towels."

"Pretend to play the triangle at my gig tonight"

"Sniff used blouses for a grassroots IACUC group."


[A long, thoughtful pause.]

Why do you have this?

[unpromising]

What? You wanted to go hunting instead?

[ He needs some R&R too! ]