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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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[ oh my god they're both going to die ]
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[ And knowing is half the battle, G.I. Joe!!! ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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!! ]
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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!! ]
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[ Guess they're doing it old school!!! ]
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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?
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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.
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[ 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?
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[ 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.]
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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[ But he doesn't sound so sure about that now. ]
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[ He swats some twigs and branches away as he continues to follow a path. Try not to get hit in the face, Prompty! ]
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[ 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?
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[ the world's smallest speaker plays this in the distance ]
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[ he sees your emo linkin park and will raise you ONE TRAGIC BACKSTORY ]
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[ Qrow's met a ton of people in his life. There are people who act bright and happy because there's always something to be thankful for; others are optimistic because it's there way of coping; others do it because they have to. It's their role. ]
Which one are you?
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[ The question stops him short, though he supposes it's only fair that Qrow turns the tables on him now. At least he doesn't have to stop and think about his answer. ]
I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy. Surprised, aren't you?
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[ Prompto being a glass-half-full kind of guy isn't really surprising. Anybody could guess it. ]
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Hah - doesn't everyone?
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I can hear water. We're not that far from a stream.
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Ohhh, good! I'm...so glad! I can smell those fish fryin' already...
[ He really can't. ]
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Come on, show some spirit. [ And yet, he sounds like he has no spirit at all. ] We're actually going to eat properly today.
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