[ Some people would say that being a volunteer for such a noble cause is the Right Thing to do and be all gung-ho about helping and giving it their all. And there's probably a lot of "willing participants running around doing just that. Giving it their all. Being the most helpful they can be.
And then there's this guy. Who probably smells like a bar. And is currently passed out on a park bench. Quite possibly with no idea where he is or how he got here. Or even, for that matter, that he is not in the same place he passed out.
Look, yesterday was A Day and last night had been A Night and he may have drowned himself in a little too much indulging to both celebrate the fact that no one Important had died and to also forget the fact that he almost Had and a certain family member was 100% to blame.
And while he might not be intentionally posing while passed out on said park bench.... well. At least he's being very effective as an unintentional victim mannequin? ]
Prompt D-2: Epsilon Epidemic
[ Drunk Qrow Branwen doesn't always make the best decisions - mostly - but considering he'd been so rudely roused from his park bench, he's stumbled down the street searching for somewhere else appropriate to finish sleeping off this hangover. He's actually doing fairly well at staying on his feet, not swaying with too much obvious public drunkenness and nothing has broken or crashed in at least five minutes.
And then he spots some poor sod handing out signs to other volunteers and you can literally see the lightbulb go on over his head. He hurries up to the nearest sign distributor (whoever that might be) and points at one particular sign very determinedly. ]
Hey! Give me that one!
[ And then he cracks up, dissolving into a moment of snickers because something about the 'I am Dead' sign has tickled one of his funny bones and sounds like a great idea right now.
And should he succeed in conning said sign away from the person... he can soon be found sprawled on the nearest surface, cuddling his new sign like a teddy bear and promptly going straight back to sleep. ]
Prompt E-3: Flower Round Up!
[ Some time later, once the Huntsman has had some time to sleep off his epic hangover (or most of it, anyway) he can be found wandering down the unfamiliar streets of this city, looking very confused because where is he? How did he get here? And where is here, exactly?
And then he stops short when he turns a corner and sees flowers running everywhere, with unfamiliar people chasing them and trying to catch them and corral them back to.... somewhere.
Qrow stops. And stares. And then stares for a while longer.
Eventually, he pulls out the flask that he keeps tucked within his vest and uncaps it to stare accusingly into the dark recesses of its currently-empty interior. ]
Qrow Branwen | RWBY (Potential Volume 5 SPOILERS within!)
[ Some people would say that being a volunteer for such a noble cause is the Right Thing to do and be all gung-ho about helping and giving it their all. And there's probably a lot of "willing participants running around doing just that. Giving it their all. Being the most helpful they can be.
And then there's this guy. Who probably smells like a bar. And is currently passed out on a park bench. Quite possibly with no idea where he is or how he got here. Or even, for that matter, that he is not in the same place he passed out.
Look, yesterday was A Day and last night had been A Night and he may have drowned himself in a little too much indulging to both celebrate the fact that no one Important had died and to also forget the fact that he almost Had and a certain family member was 100% to blame.
And while he might not be intentionally posing while passed out on said park bench.... well. At least he's being very effective as an unintentional victim mannequin? ]
Prompt D-2: Epsilon Epidemic
[ Drunk Qrow Branwen doesn't always make the best decisions - mostly - but considering he'd been so rudely roused from his park bench, he's stumbled down the street searching for somewhere else appropriate to finish sleeping off this hangover. He's actually doing fairly well at staying on his feet, not swaying with too much obvious public drunkenness and nothing has broken or crashed in at least five minutes.
And then he spots some poor sod handing out signs to other volunteers and you can literally see the lightbulb go on over his head. He hurries up to the nearest sign distributor (whoever that might be) and points at one particular sign very determinedly. ]
Hey! Give me that one!
[ And then he cracks up, dissolving into a moment of snickers because something about the 'I am Dead' sign has tickled one of his funny bones and sounds like a great idea right now.
And should he succeed in conning said sign away from the person... he can soon be found sprawled on the nearest surface, cuddling his new sign like a teddy bear and promptly going straight back to sleep. ]
Prompt E-3: Flower Round Up!
[ Some time later, once the Huntsman has had some time to sleep off his epic hangover (or most of it, anyway) he can be found wandering down the unfamiliar streets of this city, looking very confused because where is he? How did he get here? And where is here, exactly?
And then he stops short when he turns a corner and sees flowers running everywhere, with unfamiliar people chasing them and trying to catch them and corral them back to.... somewhere.
Qrow stops. And stares. And then stares for a while longer.
Eventually, he pulls out the flask that he keeps tucked within his vest and uncaps it to stare accusingly into the dark recesses of its currently-empty interior. ]
What the hell was I drinking last night?
Prompt: Wildcard
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