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!]
[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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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.]