002 From the moment the discovery of the planet had been announced as "good news", Qrow had been dubious. Since when was there ever any good news? All the same, he'd put his name on the volunteer list to head down and explore it citing "past experience" as a qualification for exploring dangerous environments. Whatever that meant.
So when everything had gone predictably sideways he hadn't been particularly surprised. Not one for fiddling with technology he'd soon decided he was going to get the lay of the land and... well, disappeared. Because he's a team player.
That had been a few hours ago. Suddenly the sound of flapping wings can be heard and he's quite suddenly there again when his companion happens to look up, grunting toward the treeline.
"Good news is I've been stuck in worse places. Bad news is I've been stuck in a lot better ones too." Hands in his pockets, he sauntered back into the makeshift camp and took a look at the communication equipment. "Any luck?"
003 Qrow wasn't the guy to call when things started breaking down. He was no mechanic or engineer although he was a fair hand with weapons, and that wasn't the job he'd been brought on here to do so he hadn't exactly stepped up to figure out the malfunctioning systems.
When a monster came crashing through the wall though? That was when Qrow stepped up.
Emerging onto the scene, he meanders directly into the beast's path, planting himself between it and any other unfortunate crewmember it may have had its sight on, he took a quick stock of the monster before huffing a short laugh.
"Better clear the deck." He grumbled and reached to the sword on his back. Gears whirred and clicked into place and the weapon unfolded out into a large, single-edged blade that he held out in front of him. "Cause this sure as hell ain't gonna be pretty."
004 No matter where you happened to found yourself, from the biggest cities to the smallest villages there was always a dive bar to be found. The kind of place with dim lighting, creaking ceiling fans and all sorts of unsavory characters. Just his kind of place.
He'd been hanging out at this one for a long while now, up at the bar and putting away glass after glass of some powerful-smelling amber colored liquor, and not really stopping to take part in any kind of chit chat. But who knows? Maybe the right person just hadn't come along yet.
[OOC: Open to any other wildcard options you might want to come up with. I'll match brackets or prose to your preference.]
Qrow Branwen | RWBY
From the moment the discovery of the planet had been announced as "good news", Qrow had been dubious. Since when was there ever any good news? All the same, he'd put his name on the volunteer list to head down and explore it citing "past experience" as a qualification for exploring dangerous environments. Whatever that meant.
So when everything had gone predictably sideways he hadn't been particularly surprised. Not one for fiddling with technology he'd soon decided he was going to get the lay of the land and... well, disappeared. Because he's a team player.
That had been a few hours ago. Suddenly the sound of flapping wings can be heard and he's quite suddenly there again when his companion happens to look up, grunting toward the treeline.
"Good news is I've been stuck in worse places. Bad news is I've been stuck in a lot better ones too." Hands in his pockets, he sauntered back into the makeshift camp and took a look at the communication equipment. "Any luck?"
003
Qrow wasn't the guy to call when things started breaking down. He was no mechanic or engineer although he was a fair hand with weapons, and that wasn't the job he'd been brought on here to do so he hadn't exactly stepped up to figure out the malfunctioning systems.
When a monster came crashing through the wall though? That was when Qrow stepped up.
Emerging onto the scene, he meanders directly into the beast's path, planting himself between it and any other unfortunate crewmember it may have had its sight on, he took a quick stock of the monster before huffing a short laugh.
"Better clear the deck." He grumbled and reached to the sword on his back. Gears whirred and clicked into place and the weapon unfolded out into a large, single-edged blade that he held out in front of him. "Cause this sure as hell ain't gonna be pretty."
004
No matter where you happened to found yourself, from the biggest cities to the smallest villages there was always a dive bar to be found. The kind of place with dim lighting, creaking ceiling fans and all sorts of unsavory characters. Just his kind of place.
He'd been hanging out at this one for a long while now, up at the bar and putting away glass after glass of some powerful-smelling amber colored liquor, and not really stopping to take part in any kind of chit chat. But who knows? Maybe the right person just hadn't come along yet.
[OOC: Open to any other wildcard options you might want to come up with. I'll match brackets or prose to your preference.]