( 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

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( open to killjoys )

[unpromising]

[ school is back in session— or at least, it just seems like it. the higher-ups call it formal training just so nobody gets rusty with their fighting skills. and for those who don't think they can fight well? they can make sure their skills get polished in these "formal training sessions".

the agent they've assigned to do the teaching is none other than qrow branwen, a level 4. for those who have been around for while, they'll have certainly heard of qrow. he has a reputation for a lot of things: being an alcoholic, fighting while drunk, taking on warrants while drunk—why are all of these done while he's intoxicated. . . and yet, despite his lack of sobriety, he's considered an expert fighter. although why he's never been promoted despite how long he's been working as a killjoy is talked about whenever he's around.

one of the rooms in the rac cruiser has been reserved for the entire day just for qrow branwen and anybody else who decides to show up. anybody who does show up to spar or just get into a fight would have to wait a while, though. qrow's arriving late.

there seems to be a crow perched atop one of the machines, though.]

( closed to red )

[unpromising]

[ qrow's been drinking at one of the less hyped bars at leith. he does actually like going to the noisier bars. the young people are noisy, sure, but it always makes for good fun when he's in the mood. right now, though, all he wants is a quiet place to get drunk in. somewhere where he won't be bothered.

but things don't go that well! a few people who have gotten drunker than he has (miracle) has been harassing one of the waitresses. it was something he could ignore at first, but eventually, he just couldn't anymore. also? he could end up getting a prize when the night ends—wink wink.

the door is sent flying from the inside when one of the drunk leithians get thrown against it. the other drunk comrades follow, and then they scamper to leave the bar entirely. qrow makes sure to follow them outside, in case the fight escalates. he certainly doesn't mind continuing beating them up.

it seems that it's not needed, though. and it seems that somebody's just about to enter the bar when those leithians ran away.

his eyes slowly roll upwards from the certain somebody's legs to her head. one his eyes make contact with hers, he arches an eyebrow. ]

Want a drink? [ the "cutie" follow up remains unsaid. ]

( shoutout to my homies. )

[unpromising]

[ noise and fire — these things are not at all foreign to qrow, growing up where he did. hearing about the attacks in leith awakened something in him, and he at least wanted to see the situation. doing something about it would be a different story entirely. after all, he might be wrong in his guess on who's been starting these fires.

together with a level 3, he set out to leith after taking on a warrant. he could definitely do this on his own, but there was something about how he should try to get to know the other agents considering he's been working along for so long. it's a load of bull.

he looks over at his assigned partner, eyes drooped and he looks like he could fall asleep at any time. this is actually really boring. he was hoping that this farm would get attacked by now. (that is also a bad thing.) ]

Hey, kid. I got a job for you. [ and if prompto decides to spare some of his time for qrow's... stupid shit, he continues: ] Go look for that other kid—the one who showed us here.

[ he's so bored... maybe that rich guy could prove to be entertaining. ]