( open ) we're the kids who feel like dead ends

[unpromising]

Who: Qrow Branwen + you.
Where: Places!
When: Throughout Chapter 4.
Summary: RAC training, and some closed prompts for some people.
Restrictions/Warnings: TBA

Comments

[unpromising]

[ if qrow were his younger self, that would have definitely provoked him. thankfully?! he's... a lot more mature in other ways, now. ]

Been doing this for years, kid. I'm pretty sure they know that I know what I'm doing.

[ he stretches his legs and hops off the desk. ]

Why don't you show me what you've got?

[impulsors]

[ well, that deserves a flickered look, head to heels. qrow slouches like a lush (and frankly has the haircut of one) -- but nobody bribes their way to level four.

his heels shift apart by degrees, steadying. ]

Is it gonna be just you, or you and the crow?

[unpromising]

Just me.

Got a problem with it?

[ his lips curve into a small smile, though. as far as he's concerned, they've already started. ]

[impulsors]

Not if you're any good.

[ but okay. there's only one way to learn how good qrow really is, and it isn't by holding still. quick on his feet, keith charges -- sweeps low for a kick an instant before the expected impact. it's a fairly low-level killjoy style of fighting: weaponless and kick-heavy, all the simple practicality of a boy who learned his tactics by watching bar brawls, milking the advantage of being the lighter one for all the dexterity he can get.

the question's how long they can make this last. ]