nysalogs | 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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Who needs twenty pig noses, and why-?!

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

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

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.]

It shouldn't be that expensive.

[ Probab... ly??? ]

Why wouldn't twenty pig noses be expensive?!

[Twenty of anything is expensive...]

... 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.

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.]

Tell you what.

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

You check it out.

[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?

What? You wanted to go hunting instead?

[ He needs some R&R too! ]

Is that on the list?

[Work before play makes Keith a dull boy.]

No.

[ He shrugs his shoulders then looks at Keith. ]

We could just screw this and go hunting instead, I guess.

-- If you want to?!

[LIKE A REAL FATHER AND SON, WOW.]

Kid, it's what I do back home.

[ His weapon, which is clipped to his back, looks more like a stump than a sword, but he pulls it from his back and wields it. With a push of a button, it extends itself, two more parts jutting out of whatever machinery is inside. ]

You got a weapon on you?

[Yikes.

He gives a slight nod, unsure what hunting means exactly in terms of what this guy does at home. He automatically assumed they'd be pursuing game -- which'd be great, considering how little he's been able to eat.]

Yeah.

[He's got his knife on him with similar extendo powers, but he'll refrain from brandishing it until they're on site.]

Don't worry about me.

I actually picked up a job earlier. Was planning on doing it myself, but...

[ If Keith wants to do it too, then he's more than welcome! Qrow will just have to be very careful so that his bad luck doesn't injure Keith or anything.

He hands the younger boy a piece of paper - the bounty, pretty much. They have to hunt what looks like a tiger that's been disrupting some of the farmers because it keeps eating their crops. ]

Then why are we picking off this list?!

[He's not sure about hunting tigers, which is precisely what this paper says...with swords, no less; first comes the moral issues (aren't they endangered on Earth? Different planet, but still), then comes the technical problems (swords)...but it should be fine? Maybe?

He'd rather help out with this than collecting pig snouts or whatever the heck....]

I'll come if you want.

... You're into violence, aren't you?

[ Qrow has no problem with doing menial tasks, as well as fighting. He just isn't the type to fight without a reason to, that's all. Hunting animals for survival is one thing, but if you can get money elsewhere, then why not take that route instead? ]

What?

[What a blunt way to ask him about kinks. He's frowning a bit -- he'd never really thought about his efforts as outright violent.

Maybe he's more Galra than he'd even been aware of...........................]

You brought it up!

I did because it seemed like it was more your style.

[ His wording was definitely rude, but... when is Qrow ever not rude, though? ]

[Keith can't decide how angry to be. He's torn between dubious and about to punch....

Which would only further Qrow's point.]

What if I decide not to help you at all-?