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Feathers & Metal
semblessed:
The Vytal Festival was in full swing and so far, team JSTC had been doing fantastic. The training he’d put them through working wonders on letting them fly by the first round of the tournament. Now it was a matter of deciding who would be a part of the doubles.
It was a lively debate the four were having via scroll as he hurried his way back to his dorm, intent on making his points in person. Yet, James had come around the building’s corner fast with his attention still devoted to his scroll, so he blamed himself entirely for crashing headfirst into the man, both of them spiraling to the ground.
Back in the snow and arms full of a gangly, cursing teen, James blinked up at the sky, pausing for a moment to wonder how he found himself in these situations. When it became apparent that the man on top of him was having zero luck righting himself between his own long limbs and the slippery ice and snow on the ground, James sat up, grabbing the man’s arms to help stabilize him enough to gain his footing. Then, he easily leveraged himself up, far too used to the slippery ground of Atlas.
What in the world was he wearing? His natural civility prevented him from saying it aloud, but it was the first thing he thought when he took an actual look at the man. Though, despite his best efforts, the twitch of his lips to restrain a chuckle, and the way his eyes scanned the bright red monstrosity probably said all that words couldn’t. “Apologies. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you alright?”
Qrow suddenly found himself standing. He also suddenly found himself facing another man about his age. He looked kind of familiar, but Qrow couldn’t quite place him; Not when he was working hard to remove the embarrassed blush from his face. He can see the other man looking over his coat like the big eye sore it was. Ugh.
“Thanks. I’m fine.” He says. And it wasn’t like it was his fault. Qrow’s semblance could be a bitch sometimes; He had no doubt this was one of said times. He tugs on the hood of the coat, grimacing as he looks to the other man, “It’s just the coat. I couldn’t ... see...” He sighs. He had to get this thing off. It was going to become a hazard. Summer would just have to forgive him.
Qrow tries to take a step away, the conversation apparently over; he stumbles on the ice, barely catching himself. Probably making himself look like a fool for the upteenth time that day. It was official. He hates the ice and snow.
“I don’t like Qrow anymore. He keeps drinking, he’s not helpful, and he’s got a bad attitude”
Gee, It’s almost as if he’s a struggling alcoholic
Partners
silvcrphantom:
It’s amusing, honestly, watching the other hunter make his way through this part of the forest. She’d been out here, working and teaching her students how to survive in places like this for going on a decade now, and Libra could almost walk this place with her eyes closed.
But as amusing as it is, she keeps it from her face, there was work to be done here. “So, Qrow,” she speaks easily, tone conversational as her tail flicks idly behind her, “What is it you’re hoping to find out here?”
She couldn’t help but think it odd, couldn’t word have just been passed to her instead of a proxy? Ozpin didn’t need to send one of his own out here, especially if a local knew the land better. Then again she’d come to Vale for a few missions before too…
She turns and heads to one side and pauses when it’s obvious Qrow hadn’t turned with her, “Hey stay close, you’re about a foot from some poison ivy.” Maybe he’d tuned out who was supposed to be leading here?
Qrow stops in his tracks. It would be just his luck to garner the worst rash of his life while also on this trip. He turns to her, a sigh on his lips as he tries to keep the anger from his face. It wasn’t exactly her fault. It just felt like it.
“This mission,” He says, peering around for a different way through the underbrush before taking one long step in the other direction, hopefully not towards the ivy. “Is top secret. I don’t know why Leo sent you out here when he knew that Oz wouldn’t want anyone else in on this.” He mumbles a few words that even he doesn’t understand. “So I think you should keep your head down and your both shut, little bird.”
Worse yet, since he thought this mission wouldn’t take long, he hadn’t brought enough alcohol with him. He’d be hungover tomorrow and there wouldn’t be anything to take the edge off.
Here Now
solumscorpius:
“With a spear?!” The faunus exclaims, looking over the almost literal stick that the Branwen leader had tossed him. When Qrow didn’t stop to entertain his question (which wasn’t a surprise) Tyrian hurried to catch up, his expression laced with confused, mild disgust for not having a legitimate weapon to use.
“What sorts of game do you expect me to catch with this? It’s little more than a sharpened stick.”
He held it in his hand, the length just a tad over his own height. It had a fair weight to it, but the weapon (if he could call it that) had nothing over what he had gotten so used to with his wrist-blades, though they were long broken, battered and in pieces somewhere across Remnant when Salem had tossed him, literally, out of her court.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Qrow says, marching towards the gate. It’s easy for him to slip through, the members of his tribe letting him and Tyrian go without so much as a glance their way. Should he be worried about that? Probably. Qrow felt as if he needed to be worried about most things these days.
The forest around them was lush and full of life. It shouldn’t be horribly hard to find some game. Qrow pivots on his heel, coming face to face with the faunus that followed him. “Alright. Get started. I wanna see what you can do.” He says, uncorking his flask to take yet another sip.
Feathers & Metal
@semblessed
The Vytal festival. A time to celebrate togetherness by punching each other in the face. Qrow could get behind that. A winner take all brawl? What could be better? Probably for it not to be held in the chilly city of Atlas. Look, Qrow grew up in Minstral. And though the Kingdom held a wide swath of land that included many climates, Qrow’s tribe had always preferred the warmer areas.
So, walking along the elegant pathways that led to the arena (Atlas had really pulled out all the stops this year) was made all the harder by the large, bustling coat that Qrow had been bestowed by Summer. It was her attempt to keep him warm; She knew that otherwise he wouldn’t wear one at all. It was huge. One of the nylon bubble ones that went out of fashion years ago. And, not to mention, bright red.
For all it’s bulk it still wasn’t that warm. But Qrow knew that Summer would slay him if he managed to peel it off his body. So here he was. Stumbling down the walk way, barely able to see in the coat that covers him. And of course his semblance gets the better of him. And of course he rams straight into someone, sending them both hurtling down, down, down the rest of the way.
“Shit!” He snarls, trying to stand but not really managing to, his long legs hindering more than helping.
emeraldbeacon:
“ It most certainly is, “ Ozpin made no attempt to hide the smile that came with Qrow’s obvious embarrassment. His own cheeks gained a pink hue as he flipped the collar of his shirt outwards slightly, “ I am not any better off, I assure you. You are right though, we should leave. “
He fixed his collar and left the room as quickly as his sore body would allow him. On the way to the elevators, he took a glance at the doors on the rest of their floor to see they were on what he assumed was the top floor. Thankfully, the hotel itself didn’t seem to be anything special, so it couldn’t have been too expensive.
In the elevator was what looked like a room service employee, a speaker sitting on their cart that they used to hold open the doors for the pair. They paused suddenly to take a good hard look at Ozpin before snickering, “ Weren’t you carrying that dude there with ya’ like a bride last night? Man, what did y’all do? “
As soon as the doors shut behind them, he gave Qrow a look of desperation, “ You have to kill me. “
“Only if you kill me first,” Qrow mumbles, leaning against the wall of the elevator. His hand goes for his flask, but falters when he finds nothing there. Damn it. Instead he rummages in his pocket for his scroll. Preferring to have at least something in his hands. The employee’s words almost stun Qrow. Ozpin had been carrying him? Well, Qrow was more lanky than he was heavy but Qrow had always considered himself the um ... dominant type.
He shakes his head. Now was not the time to be thinking about that, not when Ozpin’s scroll had been lost and numerous secrets along with it. He didn’t need to think about what happened last night. Ozpin probably didn’t even care about him that way. Shake it off Qrow. Shake it off. He coughs lightly as the elevator stops in the lobby. “So, the tattoo parlor isn’t far from here. We must’ve walked from there...”
Independent Oscar Pine / Ozpin from RWBY | Est. November 10, 2018 | SPOILERS PRESENT! | Reincarnated by Junk
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@silvcrphantom
It was supposed to be quick and painless. Qrow was to function on his own within Mistral’s territory and report back to Oz as soon as possible. Simple. Easy. Especially for one who could turn into a bird at will. It was, in fact, so easy that he’d been good natured about it. He’d stopped in at Haven to let Leo know that he’d be in the area.
The headmaster had bulked at him running around the country side on his own. Something about making sure resources were “properly handled and distributed.”
Yeah, right.
So he’d been assigned a partner. A woman by the name of Libra that he’d heard about through the grapevine. One of the professors at Haven. He had no doubt in her abilities, no. But she couldn’t turn into a bird could she? And that just slowed him down.
Great.
So here he is. Traipsing through the undergrowth as if he couldn’t fly around at will. With a woman he barely knew, assigned to him like some sort of nanny. Damn it Leo. Damn it Oz.
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“Stop.” The blade is inches from the other man’s throat. Qrow stares down at him. Red eyes trying to discern if he was going to attack again.They are both beaten. They are both tired. But Qrow would be damned if he wasn’t going to take this man alive. One of Salem’s agents for sure. Especially with how he fought. So reckless. But he was good. Almost too good. Somehow, he’d managed to get the jump on Qrow. Which would have been impressive if it weren’t for his semblance causing him to miss.
This mission was a flop anyways. There was no enemy movement in this forest. Well, except for this silver haired man. But Qrow had the sinking suspicion that he was here for him not some pre-approved plan from Salem or someone under her.
Qrow presses his sword down a little more, a single drop of blood forming at the blade’s edge. “You’re pretty good. I’ll give you that.” He pants, wiping at the corner of his mouth where the other man had gotten in a good kick. It had felt like a rocket to the face. “But it seems like I’m going to have to take you back to Oz. So just give up.” He warns.
Plot please?
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Hmmmm for Mercury I think it might be interesting to do my “The Wrong Path” AU. With Qrow and Merc on the same side it would be interesting to explore the dynamic. Could either of them get the other to escape Salem and return to the path of good? Or would they both be doomed? I feel like Qrow would take on a more Mentor like role, almost like he does with Ruby.
For a less angsty rp I think it would be kind of funny if Qrow captured Mercury and had to like, drag him back to civilization or something. It could be set either before or after the Vytal festival and it would just be the two of them snapping at each other in the woods. Maybe becoming friends along the way?
Plot please!
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Since Libra is so patient I’d love to have her and Qrow paired on some sort of mission where they have to spend an extended amount of time together. My Qrow would probably attempt to get on her nerves throughout the entire thing. Would Libra eventually crack and yell at him? Or maybe she could stay cool and collected the entire time only to freak out when Qrow take a particularly bad hit from the enemy! That, and both of them having to deal with Qrow’s semblance going off!
emeraldbeacon:
❝Oh dear… ❞
The more Qrow swiped though the pictures, the more Ozpin’s face paled. It seemed they had quite the adventure after what started as a birthday party. He did wonder who’s house they had been at, as he could remember someone suggesting they throw the party. But what he had expected wasn’t something that one would see on TV. He could only vaguely remember there being far too many professional huntsmen and huntresses there who at first he had thought should be working. It seemed that didn’t occur to him again as the night went on.
He had thought his days of partying and doing reckless things had stopped much earlier in his life, but old habits did die hard.
❝At the moment that does seem like our best option. Do you think we’d be able to leave now, or are we too messy? ❞ He sighed and made his way back to the door. With a quick look over Qrow he pointed to the side of the man’s neck, ❝You have a little bit of something there…❞
Qrow was about to respond when he put his hand to his neck. He winced in pain, tearing his hand away as he fought the blush that attempted to creep up his cheeks. “That’s a hickie.” He tries to keep a straight face but it’s almost impossible. Please. Let him die right here. Rather than face the embarrassment that this day would obviously bring.
He coughs into his hand, before turning to Ozpin. “I think we look ... fine.” A bit rumpled. This was going to be a walk of shame to anyone with two functioning eyes. But for their purposes they looked okay. “We should head out. Find where that tattoo shop is.” And maybe get his wallet back. Hopefully they would get Ozpin’s scroll back before one of their enemies did.
Gods. Qrow was never going to drink again.
Here Now
solumscorpius:
“Hunting?” Tyrian asked, his question almost instinctual, a hypothetical curiosity that he didn’t honestly want to be confirmed–he had heard the man perfectly well. He huffed, then looked around himself with obvious disdain–not for the fact that nobody else much liked him around the camp (that much was plainly obvious) but because he didn’t understand what supposed weapon he was supposed to grab.
“It’s not as if I have a weapon of my own to grab,” Tyrian said, though his gold eyes slid to the side, to a small assortment of weapons that were cleanly tucked against a container against the perimeter wall–perhaps for the next shift of guard duty to use, he figured. “–or shall I go and wrangle a deer with my bare hands?”
“If you prefer.” Qrow says, stepping away from the wall and fiddling with the top of his flask. “But I’d rather not clean you off the forest floor.” He meanders over to a weapon’s stand, eyeing each blade and club there until he plucks one from the bunch, tossing it at Tyrian. “Here,” Qrow rumbles a laugh, “Lets see what you can do with this.”
It’s a spear. A short ranged weapon, obviously, and one that might not be that useful when defending yourself from Grimm. Hell, it wasn’t even that practical for hunting either. Qrow usually let his hunters use rifles but... “I didn’t want to waste a good weapon on you.” He huffs, wandering towards the gate. “Now c’mon. Let’s catch dinner.”
