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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

travelling

[punshots]

[ Given there last few encounters, Qrow may find it odd that Prompto is uncharacteristically quiet. He's got a lot on his mind - even more than he had when they'd talked about the cure. Turns out they didn't need to stage any secret infiltration of Wyver to get the ingredient for the cure, which is all well and good - but this doesn't sit well with him, either. What if they get there, and relations fall apart? What if they can't come up with a cure fast enough?

He's got his head propped up in the palm of his hand, staring out the window, looking a little dazed and surprised when Qrow speaks up. ]

Wh - oh. No, man, sorry. Wish I did. I'm starving! I could so go for some of those gummy fish right now...ten thousand of them.

[ He's. Really hungry.

Prompto cranes his head out the window. ]

Ugh...are we there yet?

[ This is just so nowhere near as cool or fun as traveling around Lucis in the Regalia. ]

[unpromising]

[ ... All Qrow wanted to know was if Prompto had a snack. Now the younger man is whining while Qrow stares at him, questioning himself as to why and how he deserved this. ]

Jeez, you gotta chill out, kid.

[ He shakes his head as he rolls his eyes, still thinking to himself why this is happening. Guess the lack of food is affecting everybody, and it's making certain sides of people come out. ]

... The heck's a gummy fish?

[punshots]

[ This is what you get for engaging him!!! Anyway, "chilling out" sounds like the opposite of what he's going to do, but okay. There's a lot more to it than the lack of food that's made Prompto jumpy and irritable, but he's not about to own up to as much. ]

You know...the cute little red ones that come in a big bag? They're delicious! Wish they had 'em here...

[ You really haven't lived until you've had some. Sorry about your life, Qrow. ]

[unpromising]

[ Fish are red?? ]

I got no idea what you're talking about. [ His eyes narrow. ] But you're making me hungrier.

[punshots]

[ Some fish are!!! ]

How can it make you hungrier if you don't even know what they are?

[unpromising]

You said fish.

[ And fish are food! This totally makes sense, okay, Prompty? ]

[punshots]

[ apparently someone needs to watch finding nemo because FISH ARE FRIENDS

jk fish is freaking delicious, now he's hungry too :( ]

Okay, okay, you got me. [ He sighs, glancing out the window. ] Maybe we'll stop by a lake, aaaand we can do some fishing!

[ He glances back to Qrow. ]

You totally know how to fish, right?

[unpromising]

[ Headcanon: Qrow does not know how to fish. Unless he uses his beak. But that's not happening.

He turns the question around instead of answering directly. ]

Do you know how to fish?

[punshots]

[ I can't believe Qrow isn't gonna crowify to catch a fish for Prompto...this betrayal. ]

Me? [ He lifts a finger, nodding it slightly. ] I mean, I wouldn't say I don't know how to fish, I've definitely watched enough of it to get the gist...

[ Thanks for that, Noct. ]

[unpromising]

That's not knowing.

[ oh my god they're both going to die ]

[punshots]

Hey, I know a lot about fishing! Just not...necessarily how to do it.

[ And knowing is half the battle, G.I. Joe!!! ]

[unpromising]

Alright.

[ He pokes his head out the window and grabs the carriage driver's attention. ]

Hey! Blondie here wants to go fish, so find us a lake or something.

[punshots]

[ NO, WHAT, WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS

Prompto squeezes his head out next to Qrow's, waving his hand dismissively. ]

H-haha, kidding!! He's kidding...false alarm! Nooo need to stop! Proceed as normal, uh - Jeeves!

[ ...He sits back down. ]

[unpromising]

[ Jeeves???

Needless to say, the driver stops the carriage. At least it's not done briskly that they end up falling forward or anything! ]

Here we are. Let's get fishing.

[ He's hopping out of the carriage now!! ]

[punshots]

[ Well, shit. He's made a huge mistake.

In spite of his apprehension, Prompto jumps out of the carriage after Qrow, glancing back at the driver with a befuddled look. Did he just not hear him, or what?! ]

B-but - we don't have any poles, or hooks, or bait, or - or anything!

[ Never mind Gladio had made him fish with less on their first day planetside. He's not doing the whole spear-fishing thing again!! ]

[unpromising]

We're in the woods. Find a stick or something.

[ Guess they're doing it old school!!! ]

[punshots]

[ This is not turning out to be the cool road trip with Uncle Qrow he was hoping for...

But he got himself into this mess, so Prompto does as instructed and starts picking around for a sharp stick. I mean, he's still going to be terrible at this but at least he gets points for trying, right? Right??? ]

Is this some kind of..."lesson learning" moment? Because if so, Iiii appreciate the sentiment, but maybe there's a better time?

[unpromising]

[ He's gonna go look for a lake now, sword out. But he turns back to Prompto to hurry him up. ]

Come on. And no, I don't even know how to fish. Guess we'll figure this out together.

[ Once he turns and starts walking again, he adds: ]

I'm really hungry, too.

[punshots]

I-I'm coming, I'm coming! Sheesh...

[ You can't rush the fine art of finding a sufficiently sharp tree branch! Eventually he picks up one that looks sturdy enough to not break in the water, but still light enough to swiftly stab some fish. You know. In theory. ]

...Say we catch some fish. By no small miracle, I might add. How are we gonna...you know, cook them? Just gonna build a fire out here on the side of the road?

[unpromising]

Sure. Why not?

[ That wasn't something he actually thought of, but creating a fire should be easy. If not, they can ask the carriage driver if he has a lighter.]

[punshots]

[ THAT WAS NOT THE ANSWER HE WANTED... ]

Well - I don't know, I mean, I'm just as hungry as you are, but...is this...really the best use of our time? Wouldn't it be better if we just got a move on to Wyver already?

[unpromising]

What makes you think we'll have food in Wyver?

[ It's best to get ready! Despite this truce, they can't really say for sure that the people of Wyver will be kind to them. ]

[punshots]

I mean...there has to be, right? They can't just let us go hungry for a few weeks...

[ But he doesn't sound so sure about that now. ]

[unpromising]

That's if they're hospitable people. But it's best to get ready to feed yourself, if they aren't.

[ He swats some twigs and branches away as he continues to follow a path. Try not to get hit in the face, Prompty! ]

[punshots]

...Right. They probably aren't gonna be too thrilled about a bunch of refugees of their enemy's start showing up.

[ Prompto trails behind Qrow, a branch snapping back and tangling in his hair, but he swats it away. ]

Not much of a glass-half-full kind of guy, are you?