gatorade is almost juice it’s just the fruit part that’s artificial
[QROW.........]
but good i’m glad they haven’t blunted from all this lying around i work hard on my pointy goth image you know it’s like going to the gym but in the opposite direction
[The edgy gym for goths: Points. No curves of any kind allowed.]
[It's been awhile. He knows he probably should've checked in on this kid sooner, but it's been a long month and there's been an absurd amount of fires to put out. So when he gets a message from him a couple weeks after coming back from the dead, he's pretty quick to respond.]
somehow completely outdid july, which is almost impressive when you think about it i'm doing well enough though
[' Putting out all the fires' is pretty much how all of October has gone for Varian. He's pretty damn tired at this point. ]
Agreed. I never thought anything would be worse than July, but here we are.
I'm glad to hear it. I heard what happened, I'm sorry.
[Kind of hard to miss when your girlfriend is having a complete mental breakdown over half her family dying horribly. There's a pause before he replies, a few little '...''s dotting there as he figures out how to answer this.]
Not great. I lost a leg. But I'm doing about as good as I can.
[Ah. Qrow grimaces as he reads the last text, thinking on how absurd it is to die and come back without more than a scar where he was wounded while the kid's permanently maimed, but he says nothing on it.]
just life in deerington, i guess if you need anything, let me know
[He's not in great shape to be walking around doing errands for anyone but he can fly again without falling out of the sky so that's good enough.]
[ As Qrow searches Gerry’s expression, he’ll find that Gerry is still carrying himself similarly to how Qrow first met him — watchful, but not judgmental. There’s no pity in his expression, either. Gerry really does mean what he said: Qrow is not nearly the most unfortunate-powered person he’s come across. Not by a long shot.
Gerry is probably prone to making snap judgments about people, a reflex developed by a life and death alone, desperate for any company. Right now, Gerry thinks Qrow is a good person. He saved Gerry’s life, he seems to care that his own powers put people in danger. He seems to dislike that. It reminds Gerry of Jon, and that’s a good thing. There’s no person Gerry trusts in the world more.
Then Qrow makes an attempt at a laugh, and Gerry’s face breaks into a wide grin. Good! A joke! That’s great! ]
Mm, you people would fit right in with the Fairchilds. I don’t think I could ever pull that off in one of my classes.
[It has yet to stop being strange to Qrow, when people simply don't really react when they hear about his Semblance. He feels almost like there is a shoe he should awaiting to drop, but it never comes. He swallows the slice of his pancake and tries not to look as rattled as he feels as he watches Gerry's expression and finds nothing has changed there. Perhaps he simply has a poker face on the level of Ozpin, but .... the thought buries itself in the far reaches of his psyche that perhaps Gerry simply does not care.
Qrow cannot imagine why; they are not family, they are too freshly acquainted to even be rightly considered friends. He grins at Qrow's awkward attempt at levity like it's actually funny. He stares at him a little longer, his expression clearly still asking the question he doesn't dare put to voice--are you really okay with this? It doesn't bother you that I'm cursed?]
...Yeah? Who're the Fairchilds? Do they go out hunting those manifestation things?
[Another piece of pancake gets speared and chewed, before he adds:]
Didn't know you were a teacher.
[All the ones he knows can fight Grimm, even ones like Oobleck, with non-combat subjects.]
[He can't help but think if Raven had been honest with him about having been the Spring Maiden, some of this might have been avoided. But what's done is done. He's not thrilled about how it all went down, and he feels like refried shit, but he thinks surviving if Raven had killed anyone else would've been worse.]
save me an invite to that party in the meantime i'm alright but talking like this is a good distraction
You've really kind of given me a lot to think about, you know? Sorry that I used to think you were just some drunk. I spent so much time when I got here just... going off intel from before the Fall. There's no way any of it could be true anymore. Everything changed. But it feels like a lot of it is starting to change for the better.
[He's not entirely sure what to do with the apology, when Emerald offers it. He's tempted to just ignore it, to move on, but this somehow feels...important. Maybe for her sake moreso than his, he realizes.]
we didn't exactly have the chance to get to know each other in remnant besides, the drunk part wasn't even wrong up until atlas don't worry about it
i don't know what the future'll hold in this place, really but we're doing what we can and that's the most you can ask for
You kicked it by the time you got to Atlas? You know, that's kind of funny. Because Salem was really pissed at you (I mean, she's pissed at everyone, but you know what I mean) after the fight at Haven. And if you were working through all that stuff and you still kicked everyone's asses like that?
Good job, though, um. I know it's not easy. Forcing yourself to stop doing something that helps make everything manageable.
[ Qrow keeps staring, shocked or distressed — Gerry isn’t sure which. Maybe both. It’s as if he’s expecting Gerry to be scared or angry, although Gerry doesn’t really see any reason to be. Gerry would like to put Qrow at ease, if he can.
He starts by keeping the conversation moving. ]
Nah, the Fairchilds are a group of avatars of the Vast. They’re the ones who get a kick out of throwing people off of buildings. And yeah, I’m an art teacher over at the high school. I’ve got some people from your world in my classes.
[ Gerry takes another bite of pancake, then circles back to addressing Qrow’s expression, his worry. Gerry thinks he understands it, at least a little. Gerry thinks he might be able to help. ]
Look, I’m not gonna bite you or get weirded out. Marking myself for the Eye — it cursed me, too. I’d be more of a monster if I wasn’t dead. But I picked the Eye because I think it’s least evil out of all those powers out there. It’s about seeing people, you know? That can be good, if it’s done right. Or if you don’t get seen enough, I guess.
[ Gerry takes another bite, chews, and swallows. ]
Sorry, I got real sentimental there. Point is, I see you, and I really don’t mind any of it.
Yikes. In our defense, we don't just go launching people who haven't gone to the prep schools already. Can't really practice a landing strategy without a defensive Aura built up first. What's the Vast?
[He was going to ask who Gerry has had in his class, but then the younger man continues talking, and Qrow straight-up chokes on his pancake at that last part. Give him a minute.
....Once he has his lungs in order again, he--well, he still doesn't know how to react. A familiar defensive instinct says he ought to pull back and retreat behind a wall, to throw out a you don't even know me to protect himself from this unexpected acceptance. But for all Qrow acts tough, projecting an irreverent, devil-may-care attitude....he's still as vulnerable to kindness as he was when he was seventeen. Perhaps more, in some ways.
After some moments of quiet:]
You know, I'd say "give it time", but a--[his voice catches there, unsure how to describe the nature of his relationship with Clover; after all, he'd been the one to resist it when it had come up, that day in the group chat] a friend said I shouldn't do that anymore.
[Does it count as a deflection if he's calling himself out for deflecting? Well, probably. But he doesn't know how to actually accept what Gerry says. To express any gratitude or appreciation for the thought, because it'd mean acknowledging the implication that this guy has some supernatural gift of knowing and sees Qrow as a worthwhile person anyway.]
I, uh. I don't know how it works with your entities and all, but if you ever wanted to....un-mark yourself, or something, maybe I could help you protect yourself without it. I--used to be a combat teacher too, at one point.
[ Gerry watches Qrow choke on his pancake, a little nervous. Is this more bad luck, or is Qrow just really upset? Is it both? Is Gerry going to have to do one of those anti-choking maneuvers? He honestly has no idea how to perform any of those. This is not ideal.
Thankfully, the pancake seems to go down eventually. Qrow can breathe again, and Gerry relaxes a little. He registers that little pause before Qrow says friend, although he doesn’t think much of it. Qrow is sick and experiencing some feelings. Gerry honestly is proud that the other man is speaking at all. ]
I mean, I can, but I doubt I’ll change my mind. [ Gerry taps his skull with his index finger. ] Spooky all-knowing powers, remember? My snap judgments are usually pretty good.
[ This is not entirely true. He’s good at recognizing when someone is supernaturally bad news, but otherwise? No such luck. Just ask Gertrude Robinson.
Then Qrow suggests that Gerry might be able to un-mark himself, and Gerry smiles sadly at that. It’s a nice thought. It’s also a deeply unrealistic one. ]
Couldn’t un-mark myself, even if I wanted to. I’m just glad the Entities aren’t as active here. [ Gerry knows it’s sad that is only chance at a normal life is in a hellish dreamscape, but he’ll take what he can get. ] I’d like to learn, though. You saw me back there — I’m not so good with regular monsters.
[He feels that pang under his ribs again, when Gerry mentions the all-knowing powers. It's -- not a bad feeling, but there's something terrifying about someone who doesn't even know him throwing the weight of some supernatural evidence to his belief. It reminds him of the time he'd met Ozpin, the way he'd been caught up in the tidal wave of affirmation and kindness, the way he'd been driven to live up to the faith placed in him.]
I guess we'll see how it goes. Or you will. Heh.
[What was that about not deflecting ..... sounds fake tbh. He goes back to his pancake, ignoring the embarrassed heat at the back of his neck.]
Anyway...teaching you to defend yourself wouldn't be too hard. I'll drop you a line when I've got the energy for spars again.
wow had you and yang been secretly hanging out before october she's clearly infected you with her punnish ways but the question is when she had the time
[Yang isn't here. She went home, but she isn't dead. That's what Ruby had said, and what Raven had more or less confirmed as well. Joking about her eases the knife that doesn't want to leave his ribs most days, the one that takes everything as his own shortcoming or failure.
Clover shifts against him, and Qrow finds himself leaning into the other man in response, tilting his head so his cheek rests against Clover's hair. With his own voice, he mumbles:]
....Hair's fluffy. Should keep it like this.
[Says the man who uses a mountain of product to maintain the "just rolled out of bed" look, probably.
Then, through text:]
meh better than last week? which is a little like saying a brush fire's better than a volcanic eruption but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[oh no who allowed Qrow to get emoji up in here. rip.]
[Wow, cruel and unusual, Varian! He thought they had a CONNECTION. Reformed-slash-ing dumpster fires should unite shouldn't they???]
oh i don't know, varian you say that but i think you're forgetting the critical point that you're talking to the very bored uncle of someone you're dating just wanted to point that out, that's all :)
That's a very good point but equally you're talking to the boyfriend of your niece who would definitely do anything crazy at the drop of the hat with little to no provocation.
You think I'm this dedicated to the whole luck thing without being into play on words?
Yang and I punderstand each other
[ Clover could read the mood even with his brain swimming in cold medicine. Qrow was sick with more than this death flu and worry could be just as debilitating as a virus. If cracking a few jokes was a balm to that he'd play along.
Arm pinned to Qrow's side as they rearranged themselves, Clover had to speak. ]
You'll have to pry my hairgel from my- [ A pause, gears spinning. ] -from my sweaty jock hands.
[ A near miss. Clover freed up his arm holding his Fluid, switching back to text. ]
like saying a fall off a cliff is better than fall of a mountain because the trips shorter
[He actually snorts out loud at "punderstand each other", and Clover gets the weakest playful shove in history.]
dammit okay you win this round next time you won't be so lucky
[hohohoho a parting stealth shot. :3c Also, nice save there. They will pretend this never happened just like the failed James joke and that is totally and completely very healthy. Everything is fine in here.]
They're super sweaty. You could almost think you've got a second Semblance there.
[.......look, excessive sweating is probably a semblance someone out there has had, okay. Shut UP.]
i mean we've literally jumped out of airships but again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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