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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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[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.
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[ 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? ]
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[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!
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[ His wording was definitely rude, but... when is Qrow ever not rude, though? ]
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Which would only further Qrow's point.]
What if I decide not to help you at all-?
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[ He looks at Keith, feeling sympathetic. Dude. Bro. Kid. What are you doing? ]
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[It's kind of a threat....]
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[ Keith... what's your game??? ]
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Look, if you're gonna invite me on things just to prove how messed up I am, don't.
[He's just a big angst.]
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[ oh my god is this what it's like dealing with his past self ]
I wasn't even trying to. [ There's a hint of playfulness in his tone, and it's mostly nonchalant. ] I don't care about your issues, kid. Do whatever you want.
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Okay... [Skepticism apparent in his voice.] I don't really care what we do.
[As if that's to clarify how not crazy he is.]
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Make up your mind.
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[Just two regular emos having a talk about what to do today.]
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[ The "you first" was definitely way too childish, even for Qrow, so he's just... going to go now... Keith can follow him or go on his own. At this point, Qrow doesn't really care. He'll get his money on his own. ]