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nysalogs2017-10-21 10:17 pm
unpromising) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-21 10:17 pm
open + closed prompts
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. ]
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. ]
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Then again, [ He begins to slouch, relaxing further in his seat. ] Two respectable adults shouldn't be taking about stories for children, right?
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It's going to be a very long trip if all you're going to do it simply begin a topic of conversation and then veer away from it.
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Can't ask nicely, huh?
[ Rosalid why haven't you slapped him yet
In any case, he begins with a disclaimer that this may be more magical than scientific. Magic exists where he's from, so he tells her to keep an open mind.
The Tale of the Two Brothers, as told by Qrow! Basically, it's this:
Two brothers, one older and one younger, existed on Remnant, filling it with both life and destruction. The older brother created water, plants and wildlife during the day, while at night, the younger brother would discover his sibling's creations and become disgusted. He created drought, fire and famine. Yet life had a strong ability to endure, so the younger god of destruction decided to create the Creatures of Grimm. He designed them so that they would have an innate desire to destroy everything and anything.
Weary of feuding, the older god of life proposed that the two of them create one last thing together, a masterpiece they could both be proud of. The younger brother agreed and together they created a creature that was gifted with knowledge, creation, destruction and choice. Most important was the capability of choosing whether to use these gifts for light or dark. These creatures became known to be Humanity.
The gifts of the two brothers were also given a physical manifestation, so that in Remnant now exist four Relics, representing each of the four gifts bestowed on humanity. These Relics each contain immense power, and it is said that, if someone were to wield all four, they could change the world. Sometime after, the gods abandoned Remnant. It is said that one Relic is present at each of Remnant's Huntsman Academies.
He's mentioned Huntsmen and Grimm to her before, so he doesn't expect questions regarding those two subjects. ]
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You said the theories stem from that. Meaning what, exactly? Are there those relics?
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[ He shrugs his shoulders before folding his arms. ]
The tale of the Two Brothers isn't just some fairytale, though. It's real.
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How do you know? Societies typically don't have records spanning back to creation.
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Society doesn't have a very long lifespan, either. If we're lucky, we can die at 100 years old. [ A pause. ]
If we're lucky.
Those gods created Remnant thousands of years ago, and when you meet a man who's almost as old as they are... [ He pauses again, remembering a friend. The man he worked... works for—the soul of a man who has been alive for a thousand years.
He's yet to find him, and remembering him makes his eyes often. ]
You end up believing what they have to say.
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Is that man awake? I should hope he was at least saved.
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[ He does notice the sparkle in her eyes, though. He would think that scientists would immediately dismiss the theory, but... she is probably different! ]
He didn't stay in one body throughout those years. His soul moves on from one person to another once the body dies. [ A quick beat. ] It's not reincarnation. It's more like... soul merging.
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[She doesn't seem horrified. Just interested, as she leans forward.]
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[ He doesn't sound all too thrilled with the idea, truth be told. ]
His soul enters the body of someone who's similar. It could be a kid or an old man - nobody knows until it happens.
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[ But he does know! ]
His name is Oz. He might look different, but he'll know what his name is, for sure.
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I assume he's had any number of impersonators . . . hm. Could you theoretically do the same and render yourself immortal, if you know the process?
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[ It's a curse placed upon Oz by the brothers, which is why it's unique to him. ]
But honestly? I don't want to be immortal. I'd be so unlucky if I could live forever.
[ Just as he says that, the carriage comes to an abrupt halt. The driver says the horse got distracted... ]