#whiskeyflown

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@whiskeyflown​ gets a semi-plotted starter!

         Another Council meeting, and another afternoon where all James wanted to do was punch the rich, entitled idiots who he had to call his ‘peers.’  He didn’t have to say anything for Winter to peel off and leave him to the quiet privacy of his office.  The room was large and quiet, and he shut his eyes as he stepped inside.  He spent more time here than in his attached apartment...hell, he spent more time in the personal gym than he did his apartment.

         Idly, the general tugged at the sleeves of his overcoat, before opening his eyes.  Right, then.  He had some work to get done before this evening...including some more academic work.  Better if he get a start on it now.  As he crossed the office’s floor, however, the door chimed, and James paused with his foot on the first stair.

         “Come in.  The door’s open,” he called, folding his hands neatly at the small of his back as he waited for his guest.

[pyrhass]

@whiskeyflown

[draguness-m]

@whiskeyflown​  said  :   "i'm proud of you, firecracker," he knows better than to touch her hair and give her a noogie like he'd give ruby - instead qrow drops a hand onto her shoulder and gives it a little squeeze, "you made your own way and your a huntress before me or your dad was ever one. how's it feel?"

unprompted.

      ❛   yeah  ,  it ‘ s . . .  great  ,  i  guess.  ❜   &.  the  way  yang  speaks  is  littered  with  uncertainty  around  every  syllable  ,  quiet  almost  despite  how  excited  her  celebration  prior  was.  she  should  feel  proud  ,  right  ?  this  is  what  she ‘ s  spent  the  better  half  of  life  training  &.  fighting  to  achieve  ;  this  license  proves  that  sunny  dragoness  has  spat   fire  in  the  eyes  of  any  &.  all  with a  mission  to  destroy  her  ,  proof  of  hard  work  ,  &.  yet  she  just  can ‘ t  shake  that  something  is  off.  perhaps  she  just  didn ‘ t  expect  for  it  to  come  this  easily  to  her  ,  under  the  circumstances  in  which  the  world  relies  on  her  undying  strength  &.  determination.  mild  frustration  spawns  through  stream  of  light  coloured  smog  from  nostrils  ,  idly  picking  at  the  half  eaten  slice  of  cake  in  front  of  her  that  she ‘ s  definitely  not  going  to  shovel  down  when  no  one  is  looking  ,  twin  lavenders  half  mast  &.  only  shifting  as  she  feels  her  kin ‘ s  hand  grace  shoulder.  at  least  someone  in  the  family  is  proud  of  her.   ❛   jus ‘  wish  it  didn ‘ t  have ‘ ta  be  under  all  this  pressure  ,  y ‘ know  ?  i  didn ‘ t  expect  to  get  it  at  all  after  beacon  fell  ,  not  this  quick  at  least.  i  can ‘ t  wait  to  tell  dad  ‘ an  knock  him  on  his  butt  for  real  next  time. ❜

      there ‘ s  a  pause  in  now  softened  tonality  &.  brows  knit  together  ever  slightly.  she ‘ s  thinking  back  to  her  time  at  raven ‘ s  camp  ,  being  basically  disowned  by  the  person  she  spent  so  much  time  searching  high  &.  low  for . . .  would  she  be  proud  of  this  ,  too  ?  or  would  it  be  just  another  reason  for  her  to  severe  all  ties  with  gold  dragon  &.  her  foolish  hope  once  &.  for  all  ?  whatever.  xiao  long  quickly  determines  that  this  is  a  talk  for  another  time  &.  another  place.  not  during  a  time  of  celebration  &.  triumph.  roll  of  shoulders  as  if  uncle  qrow  can  hear  internal  monologuing ,  playful  roll  of  vibrant  hue  before  elbow  comes  to  nudge  at  his  side  in  the  same  manner.   ❛   think  you  can  keep  up  with  us  ,  old  timer  ?  wouldn ‘ t  want  ya ‘  to  get  tired  ‘ n  have  to  sit  down  or  anything.  ❜

[lepusheart]

"you're good with a sword," a genuine compliment, but it's delivered offhandedly. nonchalant. the best the rabbit could ask for, "but you lean too much on your right foot. once your enemy figures out you lead with it, it's the first thing they're goin' for."

   A jolt; startled, and the rabbit’s entire body is near tumbled with the sudden falter on his feet to a voice at his back. His arm falls heavy, the tip of his blade scratching down against the training room’s floor, and the pixelated  blocks he’d swung at tumble unceremoniously to bounce and scatter.

   “Gah–”

   The arc exhales out, head whipped up, and eyes of pure blue flutter with surprise as he processes that Qrow is, in fact, speaking to him. 

   “Oh, uh–…thank you?

                            I had a good teacher.”

   Voice trails to a murmur, and he’s quick to drop his eyes away from the corvid, teeth nipped at the inside of his own cheek. Too heavy on his foot–? Honestly, Jaune hadn’t ever noticed, and with such brought to light, he quickly guides his weight to his left with a slight spring on the limb; testing it.

   “–Like this?”

[dispetal]

whiskeyflown replied to your post: i don’t wanna hear SHIT about SHIT vis a...

my two cents as well: as someone currently WITH a job that works nearly 40 hours a week, i STILL struggle to make ends meet and just recently had to open my commissions again so as to just GET BY until my next paycheck. just because someone is employed doesn’t mean it’s the solution to all money problems. commissions help in more ways than one and it’s considered providing a service for currency which is, idk, a fucking job.

y’all know how much people online pay for graphics? y’all really wanna look me in the eyes and say this isn’t a job? you really wanna do that shit with me? 

source

money exchanged for goods and services is a job. and people pay a lot of money for graphics - things people on tumblr HAVE TO grossly undersell as opposed to if they were doing a different job off-tumblr.

[thcrned]

        was he hallucinating ? last thing he knew, qrow and the girls were all in mistral. james never mentioned he was traveling to atlas, either --- weren’t the borders closed ? his old teammate still seemingly hadn’t noticed the dragon sat comfortably in a chair, several notebooks and a half - empty cup of coffee beside him.  ‘  didn’t expect to see you here,  ‘  taiyang rose from his spot and grinned before taking a few steps closer.  ‘  i thought you were on a different continent. nice outfit.  ‘

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"ruby says you grew up on a farm," gruff voice, for once, sounds a little less tired. a little less thin. corvid even /looks/ a little healthier, too, "bet mantle's a big difference for you. the city's a long way away from farm land."

in all honesty, oscar expected qrow to never talk to him again. with the duties of setting up amity arena and oscar not really being allowed to leave atlas  ( the elephant in the room not withstanding ), oscar is altogether shocked to even see qrow again. but that only means that the change is obvious; qrow looks better than he’s ever seen him. for some reason, it makes the corvid easier to talk to.

“ yeah. “  hands behind his back, sheepish almost.  “ i got a little taste from haven but everything here seems even more cramped than that. i’m getting used to it though. “  as much as he can stuck in the same building.

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the ride back from the satellite site is long and boring, especially with most of the kids in a separate vehicle. there's nothing but an expansive tundra and a military drone driving their posh but secure armored truck, james sat between them. qrow has arms crossed over his chest, long legs propped up on the dash. as much as he tries to fight it, eventually corvid is leaning over as eyes close, effectively falling asleep against the general's shoulder. (for james (: )

         James was no more immune to the blandness of the tundra’s sights than any other man.  While mechanical parts could enhance his endurance, wear him out more slowly, they did nothing to distract his mind.  Still, a lifetime on the snowy continent had helped him get used to the exhausting drives, and he had long-since settled in to let his mind tick over his various objectives for the evening.

         The drive was long, and after awhile the familiar quiet seemed to…shift.  Or, something did, anyway.  Unable to immediately pinpoint the change, the general cracked an eye open, glancing at Qrow to see if the other huntsman-

         The general smiled, faint but gentle as he shifted minutely to give the corvid a bit more surface to lean against.  His shoulder was far from a comfortable place to rest, he was sure, and the least he could do was offer Qrow something a bit less focused.

         They had another couple of hours, he supposed…there was no harm in dozing a bit, maybe.