Who: Qrow & various people What: December catch-all When: Throughout December Where: Around town, in memories, Trench Silent Hill, etc [ooc: starters in the comments! if you'd like something specific, pls hit me up on plurk or discord to plot!]
[Look, it's fine, by Remnant standards he is being chill. It'd probably be less distressing if the Grimm DID eat souls instead of just being out for wanton destruction around anything with a soul, really. A hungry creature would be more likely to make mistakes.]
Alright, let's get moving, then. Faster the better.
[he can do faster, though he's minding the business of the bottles and assorted debris, crouching as he goes to snatch up one of those bottles into a hand, not noticing the progression of liquid slowly filling it as he follows the only friend he seems to have in this new, grim hellscape.
grim. ha. yeah, not the best time for a joke, but not the worst. he keeps the joke to himself, and any questions about the entity, too - beyond what he's already asked. he knows what he needs to know, that this is dangerous and he should move his ass out of their line of ...everything. if the bottle pickup earns him a look, he'll simply whisper backup plan, without much fanfare and keep moving.]
[He may be frysquinting the bottles a little but it's ultimately not his problem, he figures. All he needs to do is keep the monsters off this guy, and whatever reason he wants to hoard them for hopefully won't need to come up at all.
En route, he shoots down a few Lancers, though shrieks in the distance warn of more creatures to come.]
Hoooow we doing over there? Just so we're on the same page, you're gonna need to warn me before you hit a 'can't keep running' point, or I'll have to carry you and I guarantee you'll hate it.
[at least he isn't drinking out of it - which is saying something, truly. and it says even more that mike's able to mostly keep up (karate training paying off a little more, surely) even if he's getting a little winded. some of it's the running, but a good part of it's the giant fucking hornets - he's allergic, so it elicits a visceral reaction that may be unwarranted - these are (probably) not normal hornets. in fact, enjoy a bout of hysterical laughter, qrow, because of course these are not normal hornets - if they're even hornets at all.]
I'm ... [a small wheeze as he bends, getting air. no, he's fine, really.] But will I hate it more than the giant ...whatever the fuck those are? [shudder] I doubt that.
[he would hate it. absolutely. it might be necessary.]
But yeah, yeah, I'll warn you.
[and it's about now he notices the bottle's full. welp, he has a rag to stick in it, so he's doing that.]
[He's doing pretty good for someone who's not combat-trained, Qrow will give him that. He even gives him a minute to catch his breath, finishing off the last of the Grimm behind them and taking a step ahead of him while he recovers.]
Oh, no, you'll hate those way more. Lancers are a pain in the ass. Even so. Let's maybe not test it out.
[Mike's seen the way he jumps and spins around in fights, now, do you really want to be on his back while he's doing all that? He does not think so.
The rag in the bottle earns another eyebrow raise, but again, he shrugs. He's here to escort this guy, not babysit his life choices.]
For the record, I'm also not taking responsibility if you set yourself on fire or blow any fingers off. Just sayin'.
[there's a lot of room for hate in mike's heart - even more for annoyance that masquerades as such, but he's trying to deflate that balloon a little - it's a slow-going process. he can't disagree with qrow's assessment, here - and he's disinclined to test anything involving giant hornet ...things. nope. hard pass. no thanks.
and he's not keen on testing his physical prowess, either - it's very middling on his best day unless it's a low level barfight with someone in his own ...lane. even then? odds not necessarily in his favor. but he's also one to buck the odds, so who knows.
but next to qrow? yeah, he can't do much in a fight. he does not want a closer look at the hornets from qrow's back - even if the mental image is absurd. insulting and hilarious at the same time.]
Been there, done that, not trying to make it happen again. The first one, that is. [because clarification is important.] I know my way around one of these.
[holding it in a little 'cheers' motion with a molotov as they move - and any implications of humor are intended, however self-effacing. he does know his way around the bottle on a few different levels.]
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Alright, let's get moving, then. Faster the better.
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grim. ha. yeah, not the best time for a joke, but not the worst. he keeps the joke to himself, and any questions about the entity, too - beyond what he's already asked. he knows what he needs to know, that this is dangerous and he should move his ass out of their line of ...everything. if the bottle pickup earns him a look, he'll simply whisper backup plan, without much fanfare and keep moving.]
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En route, he shoots down a few Lancers, though shrieks in the distance warn of more creatures to come.]
Hoooow we doing over there? Just so we're on the same page, you're gonna need to warn me before you hit a 'can't keep running' point, or I'll have to carry you and I guarantee you'll hate it.
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I'm ... [a small wheeze as he bends, getting air. no, he's fine, really.] But will I hate it more than the giant ...whatever the fuck those are? [shudder] I doubt that.
[he would hate it. absolutely. it might be necessary.]
But yeah, yeah, I'll warn you.
[and it's about now he notices the bottle's full. welp, he has a rag to stick in it, so he's doing that.]
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Oh, no, you'll hate those way more. Lancers are a pain in the ass. Even so. Let's maybe not test it out.
[Mike's seen the way he jumps and spins around in fights, now, do you really want to be on his back while he's doing all that? He does not think so.
The rag in the bottle earns another eyebrow raise, but again, he shrugs. He's here to escort this guy, not babysit his life choices.]
For the record, I'm also not taking responsibility if you set yourself on fire or blow any fingers off. Just sayin'.
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and he's not keen on testing his physical prowess, either - it's very middling on his best day unless it's a low level barfight with someone in his own ...lane. even then? odds not necessarily in his favor. but he's also one to buck the odds, so who knows.
but next to qrow? yeah, he can't do much in a fight. he does not want a closer look at the hornets from qrow's back - even if the mental image is absurd. insulting and hilarious at the same time.]
Been there, done that, not trying to make it happen again. The first one, that is. [because clarification is important.] I know my way around one of these.
[holding it in a little 'cheers' motion with a molotov as they move - and any implications of humor are intended, however self-effacing. he does know his way around the bottle on a few different levels.]